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As she stripped awkwardly in the confined space, he undid his zipper and sprang his erection free. He didn’t dare touch the thing, he was so close to orgasm.

She mounted him fully naked, her pale blue eyes glowing, positively afire in the darkness. The red stain of his blood was on her lips and he rose up to kiss her mouth, then angled himself so as she sat down she hit his body just right. He kicked his head back as they joined and she pierced his neck on the other side. As his hips started going hard, she eased up on her knees so she was stable as she drank.

The orgasm shattered him.

But the moment it was over, he was ready to go again.

And he did.

Chapter Forty-seven

When Marissa had taken all she needed, she eased off Butch and lay next to him. He was on his back, staring up at the Escalade’s ceiling, one hand resting on his chest. He breathed raggedly, his clothes all rumpled and misaligned, his shirt up around his pecs. His sex lay glistening and spent on his hard stomach, and his neck wounds were raw even after she’d licked them.

She’d used him with a savagery she hadn’t thought she had in her, her needs driving them both into an absolute, primal frenzy. And now, in the aftermath, she could feel her body going to work on what he’d given her, her eyelids drooping a little.

So good. He’d been so good.

“Will you use me again?” Butch’s voice, always full of gravel, was nearly gone.

Marissa closed her eyes, her chest hurting so badly she had trouble breathing.

“Because I want it to be me instead of him,” he said.

Oh…so this was about an act of aggression directed toward Rehvenge, not about feeding her. She should have known. She’d seen the look Butch had given Rehv just before getting into the car. He obviously still held a grudge from before.

“Never mind,” Butch said, putting himself back into his pants and zipping up. “None of my business.”

She had no reply for him, but he didn’t seem to expect one. He handed her her clothes, didn’t look at her as she dressed, and the second her nakedness was covered, he opened the back door.

Cold air rushed in…and that was when she realized something. The inside of the car smelled of passion and feeding—thick, heady fragrances that were enticing. But there was not one hint of the bonding scent. Not one hint.

She couldn’t bear to glance back at him as she walked away.

It was close to dawn when Butch finally pulled into the compound’s courtyard. After parking the Escalade between Rhage’s deep purple GTO and Beth’s Audi station wagon, he walked over to the Pit.

After he and Marissa had parted, he’d driven around the city for hours, following the paths of meaningless streets, passing by nonexistent houses, stopping at traffic lights when he remembered to. He’d come home only because daylight was going to flash over the land very soon and it just seemed like the thing to do.

He looked to the east, where the barest hint of radiance showed.

Walking out to the center of the courtyard, he sat on the edge of the fountain’s marble pool and watched as the shutters came down over the windows of the main house and the Pit. He blinked a little at the glow in the sky. Then blinked a lot.

As his eyes started to burn, he thought about Marissa and remembered every single thing about her, from the shape of her face to the fall of her hair to the sound of her voice and the scent of her skin. Here in privacy, he let his feelings out, giving in to the aching love and the hateful yearning that refused to leave him be.

And what do you know, the bonding scent made an appearance once again. He’d somehow managed to withhold it when he’d been around her, feeling as though marking her wasn’t fair. But here? Alone? No reason to hide.

As the sunrise gathered momentum, his cheeks flared with pain, like he had a sunburn, and his body twitched with alarm. He forced himself to stay because he needed to see the sun, but his thighs trembled from the urge to run, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold them for long.

Shit…he was never going to catch