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"All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?" Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner."
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"V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?" Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body. "We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered."
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vampire
paranormal
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"Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him."
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lover-awakened
phury
rhage
tohrment
zsadist
wrath
vishous
butch
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What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary
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mary-luce
rhage
lover-eternal
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Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask? Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It's me right?Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn- Butch: If its you,, I'll kill myself. V: No, that just means she's blind. Rhage: It has to be me. V: She said she didn't like you at first. Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff. J.R.: I don't like anyone the best Wrath: Right answer. Rhage: She's just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She's so polite. J.R.: Next question? Rhage: Why do you like me the best?
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"Will you get off me!" "But I'm giving you CPR-" "I will die before kissing you, Hollywood." Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. "Don't even think about it."
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zsadist
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You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are
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humor
love
rhage
brothers
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, Mary thought.
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rhage
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lover-eternal
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"Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean...hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit."
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I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called
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"Rhage raised his hand. "Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell." Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around."
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the-king
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"All right, big guy, down you go." Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good. "And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous."
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"Fucking hell. "Did you guys plan that out?" "Yeah, and if you don't fight us"--Hollywood bit down on his grape Tootsie-Pop--"we'll do it again--only with dance moves this time." "Spare me." "Fine. Unless you agree to home it, we will rock the dance moves.". To prove the point, the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhh, yeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy...."
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Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean... hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like... bus exhaust or some shit.
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rhage
vishous
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Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.
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qhuinn
rhage
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"The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. "Good job son. I'm proud of you." Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms. "And that," Rhage said in a loud approving voice, "is how you do it."
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craeg
trainees
rhage
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"Hollywood Expressed his inner Godzilla again" V to Z"
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rhage
black-dagger-brotherhood
vishous
hollywood
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Mary, you can't second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and the worst thing a soldier can do is have his confidence fried before he hits the field. Not everything is going to end up in victory, but you've got to start it all off, every time, knowing that your training and your instincts are sound. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't hurt Bitty on purpose.
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(Butch Thinking) Those claws wre like daggers. they made Freddie Krueger's set of fun and games look like pipe cleaners.
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rhage
lover-eternal
butch
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"He was taking another hit from his short-and-squat of Goose when his eyes skipped to the arched doorway of the room. Jane hesitated as she glanced inside, her white coat opening as she leaned to the side, as if she were looking for him. When their eyes met, she smiled a little. And then a lot. His first impulse was to hide his own grin behind his Goose. But then he stopped himself. , he thought. Jane gave a short wave and played it cool, which was what they usually did when they were together in public. Turning away, she headed over to the bar to make herself something. "Hold up, cop," V murmured, putting his drink down and bracing his cue against the table. Feeling like he was fifteen, he put his hand-rolled between his teeth and tucked his wife-beater tightly into the waistband of his leathers. A quick smooth of the hair and he was . . . well, as ready as he could be. He approached Jane from behind just as she struck up a convo with Mary--and when his pivoted around to greet him, she seemed a little surprised that he'd come up to her. "Hi, V . . . How are--" Vishous stepped in close, putting them body to body, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her with possession, he slowly bent her backward until she gripped his shoulders and her hair fell from her face. As she gasped, he said exactly what he thought: "I missed you." And on that note, he put his mouth on hers and kissed the ever-living hell out of her, sweeping one hand down to her hip as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, and kept going and going and going . . . He was vaguely aware that the room had fallen stone silent and that everything with a heartbeat was staring at him and his mate. But whatever. This was what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it in front of everyone--and the king's dog, as it turned out. Because Wrath and Beth came in from the foyer. As Vishous slowly righted his , the catcalls and whistling started up, and someone threw a handful of popcorn like it was confetti. "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Hollywood said. And threw more popcorn. Vishous cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to make." Right. Okay, there were a lot of eyes on the pair of them. But he was so going to suck up his inclination to bow out. Tucking his flustered and blushing Jane into his side, he said loud and clear: "We're getting mated. Properly. And I expect you all to be there and . . . Yeah, that's it." Dead. Quiet. Then Wrath released the handle on George's harness and started to clap. Loud and slow. "About. Fucking. Time."
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mated
shellan
popcorn
rhage
jane
wrath
vishous
kisses
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"Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. "I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's--Here he comes." "I'm going to pretend I'm not here." V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too." While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source. "Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy. "It's good for him. He needs the exercise--Fritz! How are you, buddy?" -Butch, Vishous, & Rhage"
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vishous
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