J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [532]
As he sat down and eased back into the couch’s arms, his muscles flexed. Looking up at her, his glowing amethyst stare drew her in, and so did his hand as he extended his arm and crooked his forefinger at her. “Come here, tahlly. I’ve got what you need.”
She lifted the skirt of her gown and climbed between his legs. Rehv always insisted she take from his throat, but in the three times they had done this, he had never once been aroused. Which was a relief as well as a reminder. Wrath had never had an erection when he was near her either.
As she glanced down at Rehv’s smooth-skinned male glory, the low-level hunger she had been feeling for the past few days hit hard. She put her palms on his pecs and arched over him, watching as he closed his eyes, tilted his chin to the side, and ran his hands up her arms. A soft groan left his lips, which was something he always did right before she struck. In another situation, she would have said it was anticipation, but she knew that wasn’t true. His body was always flaccid, and she couldn’t believe he liked being used that much.
She opened her mouth, her fangs elongating, extending downward from her upper jaw. Leaning into Rehv, she—
The image of Butch in the snow froze her, and she had to shake her head to refocus on Rehv’s throat and her hunger.
Feed, she told herself. Take what he offers.
She tried again, only to stop with her mouth on his neck. As she squeezed her eyes shut in frustration, Rehv put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up.
“Who is he, tahlly?” Rehv’s thumb stroked her bottom lip. “Who is this male you love who won’t feed you? And I’m going to be totally insulted if you don’t tell me.”
“Oh, Rehvenge…it’s no one you know.”
“He is a fool.”
“No. I am the fool.”
With an unexpected surge, Rehv pulled her down to his mouth. She was so shocked, she gasped, and in an erotic rush, his tongue entered her. He kissed her with skill, all smooth moves and sliding penetrations. She felt no arousal but could tell what kind of lover he would be: dominant, powerful…thorough.
When she pushed against his chest, he let her break the contact.
As Rehv eased back, his amethyst eyes glowed, a beautiful purple light pouring out of them, pouring into her. Though she felt no erection at his hips, the trembling that ran throughout his big, muscular body told her he was a male with sex on his mind and in his blood—and that he wanted to penetrate her.
“You look so surprised,” he drawled.
Considering the way most males regarded her, she was. “That was unexpected. Especially as I didn’t think you could—”
“I am capable of mating with a female.” His lids dropped, and for a moment he looked frightening. “Under certain circumstances.”
From out of nowhere, a shocking image shot into her brain: her naked on a bed with a sable blanket beneath her, Rehv naked and fully aroused, spreading her legs with his hips. On the inside of her thigh, she saw a bite mark, as if he’d fed from the vein there.
As she inhaled sharply and covered her eyes, the vision disappeared and he murmured, “My apologies, tahlly. I fear my fantasies are rather well developed. But don’t worry, we can just keep them in my head.”
“Dear God, Rehvenge, I never would have guessed. And maybe if things were different…”
“Fair enough.” He stared into her face and then shook his head. “I really want to meet this male of yours.”
“That’s the problem. He’s not mine.”
“Then like I said, he’s a fool.” Rehv touched her hair. “And hungry as you are, we’re going to have to do this another time, tahlly.