Lover Awakened

He jacked his knees up and clamped his thighs together, not wanting her to see.

'Your robe,' he said roughly. 'Close it. Please.'

She glanced down and then dragged the lapels together, blushing. Oh, hell… Now her cheeks were as pink as her nipple, he thought.

'Will you come back to bed?' she asked.

The very well buried, decent part of him pointed out that wasn't a good idea.

'Please?' she whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear.

He measured the arch of her body and the black satin that barred her skin from his stare and her wide, sapphire blue eyes and the slender column of her throat.

No… it really was not a good idea to get near her right now..

'Move over,' he said.

As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants. And hiding a log like that would require scaffolding.

He eyed the bed. In a smooth movement he hopped between the sheets.

Which was an achingly bad idea. The moment he was underneath, she molded herself to his hard edges until she was another blanket. A soft, warm, breathing…

Z panicked. There was so much of her against him that he didn't know what to do. He wanted to shove her away. He wanted her even closer. He wanted… Oh, man. He wanted to mount her. He wanted to take her. He wanted to fuck her.

The instinct was so strong he saw himself doing the deed: rolling her onto her stomach, pulling her hips off the bed, rearing up behind her. He imagined pushing the it inside of her and pumping with his hips—

God, he was loathsome. To want to take that dirty thing and force it into her? He might as well shove a toilet brush in her mouth.

'You tremble…' she said. 'Are you cold?'

She shifted even closer to him, and he felt her breast, soft and warm, on the back of his forearm. The it twitched wildly, popping against his pants.

Shit. He had a feeling that punch action meant he was dangerously aroused.

Yeah, ya think? Hell, the bastard was throbbing, and the balls under the thing ached, and he was having visions of rutting on her like a bull. Except a female's fear was the only thing that got it hard, and she wasn't scared. So what was he responding to?

'Zsadist?' she said softly.

'What?'

The four words she spoke next turned his chest into a cinder block and made his blood freeze up solid. But at least all that other crap went away.

When Phury's door opened without any warning, his hands froze on the T-shirt he was pulling over his head.

Zsadist stood between the jambs, naked to the waist, black eyes burning.

Phury cursed softly. 'I'm glad you came. About last night… I owe you an apology.'

'I don't want to hear it. Come with me.'

'Z, I was wrong to—'

'Come. With. Me.'

Phury yanked the shirt hem down and checked his watch. 'I have to teach class in a half hour.'

'This won't take long.'

'Ah… well, okay.'

As he followed Z down the hall, he figured they could get through the apology on the road.

'Look, Zsadist, I'm really sorry about last night.' His twin's silence was not a surprise. 'I jumped to the wrong conclusion. About you and Bella.' Z walked even faster. 'I should have known you wouldn't hurt her. I would offer you a rythe.'

Zsadist stopped and glared over his shoulder. 'What the hell for?'

'I offended you. Last night.'

'No, you didn't.'

Phury could only shake his head. 'Zsadist—'

'I am sick. I am disgusting. I can't be trusted. Just because you've got half a brain and have figured that out doesn't mean you need to stroke my ass with this apology bullshit.'

Phury's mouth dropped. 'Jesus… Z. You're not—'

'Oh, for fuck's sake, will you get the lead out?'

Z marched down to his room and opened his door.

Bella sat up on the bed, gathering the lapels of the silk robe close to her neck. She seemed totally confused. And too beautiful for words.

Phury looked back and forth between her and Z. Then he focused on his twin. 'What is this?'

Z's black eyes stuck to the floor. 'Go to her.'

'Excuse me?'

'She needs to feed.'

Bella made a choked noise, like she'd swallowed a gasp. 'No, wait, Zsadist, I want… you.'

'You can't have me.'

'But I want—'

'Tough. I'm out of here.'

Phury felt himself get shoved into the room and then the door slammed shut. In the silence that followed, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to scream with triumph or… just plain scream.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the bed. Bella was curled up on herself, her knees to her chest.

Good God, he'd never let a female drink from him before. As a celibate, he hadn't wanted to risk it. With his sexual urges and his warrior blood, he'd always been afraid that if he let a female take his vein, he'd become overwhelmed and try to get inside her. And if it was Bella, he'd find it even harder to stay in neutral.

But she needed to drink. Besides, what good was a vow if it was easy to uphold? This could be his crucible, his chance to prove his discipline under the most extreme circumstances.

He cleared his throat. 'I would offer myself to you.'

As Bella's eyes lifted to his, his skin got too small for his skeleton. Which was what rejection did to a male. Just shriveled you right up.

He looked away and thought of Zsadist, who he could sense was right outside the room. 'He may not be able to do this. You are aware of his… background, aren't you?'

'Is it too cruel of me to ask?' Her voice was full of strain, deepened by her conflict. 'Is it?'

Probably, he thought.

'It would be better if you used someone else.' God, why can't you take me? Why can't you need me instead? 'I don't think it would be appropriate to ask Wrath or Rhage, as they are mated. Maybe I could get V—'

'No… I need Zsadist.' Her hand shook as she brought it to her mouth. 'I'm so sorry.'

So was he. 'Wait here.'

When he stepped out into the hall, he found Z just beyond the door. The male's head was in his hands, his shoulders caved in.

'Is it over with so fast?' he asked, dropping his arms.

'No. It didn't happen.'

Z frowned and looked over. 'Why not? You gotta do it, man. You heard Havers—'

'She wants you.'

'— so will you go in there and open a vein—'

'She'll only have you.'

'She needs it, so just—'