Lover Revealed (Black Dagger Brotherhood, Book 4)
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Butch O'Neal is a fighter by nature. A hard-living ex-homicide cop, he's the only human ever to be allowed in the inner circle of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. And he wants to go even deeper into the vampire world-to engage in the turf war with the lessers. His heart belongs to a female vampire, Marissa, an aristocratic beauty who's way out of his league. And if he can't have her, then at least he can fight side by side with the Brothers. But fate curses him with the very thing he wants. When Butch sacrifices himself to save a civilian vampire from the slayers, he falls prey to the darkest force in the war. Left for dead, he's found by a miracle, and the Brotherhood calls on Marissa to bring him back, though even her love may not be enough to save him.
Christ… let me hold you. Come on, Marissa." She rubbed her eyes. Laughed in a tragic little burst. "I am destined to go to my grave a virgin, aren't I? Sure, technically I'm not, but—" "I didn't say I wouldn't be with you." She glanced over at him, tears glimmering on her lashes. "I just… Not with the anger. It'll pollute the whole thing. I want it to be… special." So what if that line was right out of a high school playbook. It was the truth. "Baby, why don't we just go into my bedroom and
he sucked a breath in through his nose. Then his mouth moved against her wrist. She repositioned her arm so the wound fit better over his lips. "Butch?" His chest inflated more deeply, his mouth backing off her vein as he drew air down into his lungs. There was a pause and then another breath. Deeper still… "Butch? Can you—" Butch's eyes popped open. And she went cold to the core. The male she loved was not in that stare. There was nothing in it. Just blank hunger. With a roar, he grabbed
ejaculated. He couldn't even call it an orgasm. More like his cock swore out loud. With sickening dread, he braced himself and looked down at his hand. Then just sagged from relief. At least something was back to normal. After kicking out of his trousers and wiping up with the boxers, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Under the spray, all he could think about was Marissa. He missed her with a stinging hunger, a kind of craving pain that reminded him of when he'd quit smoking
you she loves you and she's more than you deserve. Don't ruin it with the ugly past routine. Start fresh, here and now, with her. He rubbed his thumb over her flawless cheek. "I want to kiss you. You feel like letting me?" As she hesitated, he couldn't say he blamed her. Last time they'd been together had been a mess with his body kicking out that nasty stuff and her brother walking in. Plus she was clearly tired now. He pulled back. "I'm sorry-—" "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I
"Get out! For God's sake, leave! Or I'm going to hurt you!" She raced for the bathroom and locked herself in. As the sound of the door slamming shut faded, she skidded to a halt on the marble and caught the horrible sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled, her dress undone, her fangs showing white and long in her gaping mouth. Out of control. Undignified. Defective. She grabbed the first thing she saw, a heavy glass candle-holder, and hauled it against the mirror. As her