Free The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J. R. Ward Page B

our space. And, ah, she’s fine in the other room.”
    â€œYou sure you’re going to be okay with this?”
    If it meant she could be with him as his shellan? “Nalla will be fine. She’s just next door if she needs me, and she’s started to sleep through big hunks of the day so . . . yes, I feel all right about it.”
    â€œYou’re . . . sure?”
    Bella looked up at him. “Yes. Absolutely sure—”
    Z threw down his shirt, dematerialized right at her, and took her down on the bed, all but tackling her. His bonding scent went crazy as his mouth ground into hers and his hard, heavy weight pushed her down into the mattress. His hands were rough with her nightgown, ripping it as he wrenched the two sides apart. As her breasts were bared, he growled deep and low.
    â€œOh, yes . . .” she moaned, frantic as he was.
    She shoved her hands between their hips and broke a nail flipping his fly open and unzipping it—
    Z let out another animal sound as his erection popped out into her hand. Rearing back, he nearly shredded his leathers trying to get them down his legs and off the cast. After struggling, he left them around his knees with a “Fuck it.”
    He leaped back on her, finished tearing apart her nightgown, and split her thighs wide. Except then he paused, a worried look threatening to overtake the passion in his face. He opened his mouth, clearly about to ask her if she was okay with—
    â€œShut up and get inside of me,” she barked, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to her lips.
    He roared and punched into her core, the penetration a bomb that went off in her body, sparks shooting through her, igniting her blood. She gripped his ass hard as his hips jackhammered until he followed where she was, coming in a massive, full-torso contraction.
    The instant it passed he threw his head back, bared his fangs, and hissed like a great cat. Arching back into the pillow, she put her face to the side, giving him her throat so that he—
    As Zsadist struck hard and deep, she orgasmed again, and while he drew on her vein the sex pounded on. He was even better than she’d remembered, his muscles and bones churning on top of her, his skin so smooth, his bonding scent blanketing her in that special dark spice.
    When he finished feeding and orgasmed for . . . God only knew how many times he’d come . . . his body stilled and he lapped at her throat to close the bite wound. The lingering, luscious strokes of his tongue made her want him again, and as if he read her mind, he rolled over onto his back and took her with him, keeping them joined.
    â€œDo me,” he demanded, his wild yellow eyes locking on her full breasts.
    She cupped herself where his stare was fixated and pinched her own nipples as she rode him nice and slow. His moans and the way his hands tightened on her knees made her feel more beautiful than any words he could have spoken.
    â€œGod . . . I’ve missed you,” he said.
    â€œMe too.” Dropping her hands to his shoulders, she leaned into him and swung her hips more freely.
    â€œOh, fuck, Bella—take my vein—”
    The invitation was accepted before he finished issuing it and she was no more gentle than he had been. His taste was spectacular, and more intense than it had been. Ever since the birth, when she’d fed it had been . . . courteous. But this was raw, a champagne cocktail of power and sex, not just nutrition.
    â€œI love you,” he sighed as she took from him.
    They made love four more times.
    Once more on the bed.
    Twice on the floor halfway to the bathroom.
    Once again in the shower.
    Afterward they wrapped themselves in thick white towels and climbed back into bed.
    Zsadist tucked her into his side and kissed her forehead. “Is the whole issue as to whether I’m still attracted to you settled?”
    She laughed, trailing her hand over the pads of his pecs and down onto