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Wrath let his head fall back as if he were utterly exhausted. "Why are you doing this." Abruptly, she thought of what he'd said to her when her needing had hit and he'd found her trying to get at the drugs. In a voice that cracked, she replied, "Because I love you. And you either don't want to acknowledge it, or you can't see that far into the future, but this really, totally matters to you. I'm telling you, Wrath, this is the kind of stu..
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She put her hand on her stomach, and as she measured the fat padding that was now there, she felt so damned dumb for sitting on her ass eating ice cream with Layla. She wasn't any closer to her needing--whenever, if ever, that came, it was clearly going to be on its own schedule. All she'd done was make her pants tight and drive a wedge between herself and her husband. In the words of Dr. Phil, How's that working for ya? Great, Phil. Jus..
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Wrath bared his fangs. "John, as God is my fucking witness, I will cut you if you don't--" "Easy, there, big guy," V gritted out. "I'm going to translate. You want to hit the library where we can--" "No, I want to fucking know where my is!" Wrath boomed. John started signing, and whereas most of the time people translated half sentences sequentially, V waited until he'd finished the whole report. A couple of the Brothers muttered in t..
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John jumped to the side as an entire keg came flying at his head. Fortunately, Vishous was able to grab it before the thing hit the mosaic floor out in the foyer--which would have been a bitch to fix. "We gotta keep him contained," someone muttered. "Amen," somebody else replied. "He gets free in the house, and it'll be shit even Fritz won't know how to clean up." "I'll take care of it." Everyone turned and stared at Lassiter. The fa..
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Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him...and it was not of this world.
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Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trez frowned at the sound. Cracking one eye open, he found his brother standing over his bed, Boo the black cat in the male's arms, an expression of disapproval narrowing those icy eyes. His brother's, not the cat's. "Are you spending another night on your ass," iAm bit out. Not a question, so why bother throwing out an answer. Groaning as he sat up, Trez had to brace his arms to keep his tors..
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Ah, listen, I was just getting her up. You mind?" Wrath dragged a hand through his hair. "No, no, yeah, it's cool." "You want me to come to your office afterward?" He wondered what the room looked like, and painted the space according to what his Beth had said was in it. Cluttered, he thought. Homey. Cheerful. Pink. Nothing that Z would have been caught dead in before he'd met Bella. "Wrath? What's going on here?" "You mind if I come i..
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Paw, paw, paw. On his shirt. "Fucking hell." He gave in and rubbed that black belly. "And no, I don't need anything." The purring got so loud, he had to lean in to the butler. "What did you say?" "I'm happy to oblige whatever you require." "Yeah. I know. But I'm going to take care of my brother. No one else. Are we clear." The cat was now rubbing its head into his pec. Then stretching up into the itching. Oh, God, this was awful--espec..
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My office is over here--" He stopped. Frowned. Looked about. Had to backtrack to the kitchen in order to find the various parties. Sola's grandmother had her head in the Sub-Zero refrigerator, rather as if she were a gnome looking for a cool place in the summer. "Madam?" Assail inquired. She shut the door and moved on to the floor-to-ceiling cabinets. "There is nothing here. Nothing. What do you eat?" "Ah . . ." Assail found himself lo..
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V poured himself some Goose and sat down on the bed. The rack was covered with hardened wax, blood, her arousal, and the results of his orgasms. It had been a messy session. But the acceptable ones always were. He
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As he and Beth hit the stairs, he called out to his brothers, "Thanks for having my back once again." The group stopped and turned to face him. After a beat of silence, they formed a half circle around the foot of the grand staircase, each making a thick fist with his weapon hand. With a great of a war cry, they went down on their right knee and slammed their heavy knuckles into the mosaic floor. The sound was thunder and bass drums an..
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go, he thought. Shooting across
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Tell them," Lassiter demanded from behind. "Tell them he comes with a roommate." As one, the Brothers' heads snapped up. "Fuck. Me," Vishous breathed. "I will so pass on that," Lassiter muttered."
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Maybe what you found is being used for another reason?" Z stopped. "Oh, yeah. Right. Because those things are multifunctional. Like Q-tips or some shit. Look, would you talk to her?"
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There was a long silence. Then 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 white boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit." Butch"
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Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you." His arousal pounded. Oh, shit, he needed to teach her that disobedience carried a price, and what a session that would be. She'd fight him tooth and nail before she submitted. If she submitted at all. Vishous"
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Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.
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Hey, asshole," Lash said to the sw'old-up one, "your boyfriend give you those p-tats? Or was he too busy fucking you in the ass?" The guy's eyes narrowed. "What'd you say to me?" The gangbanger shook his head. "Gotta be out ya damn mind, white boy." Skinhead laughed like a blender, high and fast. Who knew recruiting would be this easy, Lash thought. *"
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She got her phone again and went into the received-calls log and fired up Rehvenge's number. She took a deep breath and a long pull on the latte. And hit send. Destiny had a 518 area code. Who knew. -Ehlena's thoughts
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When Ehlena finally spoke, her voice was a thin whisper. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me see you in the morgue. Don't do that to me." Rehv squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not doing anything to you." "The hell you aren't." Her voice cracked on a sob. "Ehlena..." -Ehlena & Rehv"
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After she knocked, she walked into the room with confidence she didn't feel, her head up, her spine straight, her unease camo'd by a combo of posture and professional focus. "How are you this evening?" she said, as she looked the patient right in the eye. The instant his amethyst stare met hers, she couldn't have told a soul what had just come out of her mouth or whether he replied. Rehvenge, son of Rempoon, sucked the thought right out of..
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I asked how you were doing?" he drawled. Ehlena put his chart down on the desk and took her stethoscope out of her pocket. "I'm very well." "You sure about that." "Absolutely positive." Turning to him, she said, "I'm just going to take your blood pressure and your heart rate." "My temperature, too." "Yes." "Do you want me to open my mouth for you now?" Ehlena's skin flushed, and she told herself it was not because that deep voice of ..
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This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. -Rehv's thoughts
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Ser llorada por buena gente era el mejor legado que alguien puede dejar atras.
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Her moan of despair came through the phone all too clearly. "Oh...Christ. Whatever. Kill yourself, fine." She hung up on him. "Fuck." He rubbed his face. "Fuck!" Rehv sat up and fired the cell phone at the bedroom door. And just as it ricocheted off the panels and went flying, he realized he'd busted the only thing he had with her number in it. With a roar and a messy scramble, he launched his body off the bed, quilts landing everywhere..
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His amethyst eyes dropped to her lips. "You want to know what I get out of it?" Man, that voice of his was pure sex. "Yes," she breathed. "I get to see you like you are now." "What...am I like?" He brushed a finger down her cheek. "You're flushed." His touch went over to her lips. "Your mouth is open because you're thinking about me kissing you again." He went lower with that soft stroke, going down over her throat. "Your heart is pu..
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You have a bed in this place," she said. "And I would kill to take you there." She was the one who stood up and put out her hand for him to take. "Let's go." -Ehlena & Rehv"
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So you must have seen the article on them today." "Not yet, but I was just about to take a break. Gotta have my Dilbert fix." "Is that the one about the office? I was a Calvin and Hobbes fan for years. Hated to see that stop and haven't really gotten into any of the new ones. Guess I'm behind the times." "You like what you like. Nothing wrong with that." "That's what my wife says." De la Cruz's eyes drifted around again. "So, a couple p..
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If I asked you to come here again," he said, "and let me be with you, would you?" There was no hesitation. "Yes." "Even if things couldn't be...normal...between us? Sexually speaking." "Yes." He frowned. "This is going to come out wrong...." "Which is fine, because I've already put my foot in it with you back at the clinic. We'll just be even." Rehv had to smile, but the expression didn't stick. "I have to know...why. Why would you co..
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You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not." -Rehv's mother and Rehv"
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Well," Ehlena said awkwardly, "I can answer the question about my favorite color if you like. Might keep things from getting too heavy." Rehv shook himself back into gear. "And what would it be?" Ehlena cleared her throat a little. "My favorite color is...amethyst." Rehv smiled until his cheeks hurt. "I think that's a great color for you to like. A perfect color." -Ehlena & Rehv"
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Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.
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The vision had been of him naked and Butch wrapped around him, the two of them high up in the sky, entwined in the midst of a cold wind. Jesus Christ, he was deranged. Deranged and perverted. "Look, I'll come at sundown and hit you with a little hand action." "Good. That always helps." --
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My sex life is private, Butch. So are my...unconventional interests." "I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question, though." "What." "When the females tie you down, do they paint your toenails and shit? Or just do your makeup?" As V laughed in a loud crack, the cop said, "Wait...they tickle your pits with a feather, right?"
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Don't stop now," Rehv said. "You've already jumped off the building. The landing isn't getting any softer." Montrag frowned. "I fail to view this with your kind of levity." "Who's laughing." -Rehv & Montrag"
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hurt--ever. But especially not like that." God, he"
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Ehlena was naturally lovely, with fine small features and that strawberry blond hair and those long, lean limbs. Her lips were pink because they were pink--not from some eighteen-hour, glossy, frosted grease coat. And her toffee-colored eyes were luminescent because they were yellow and red and gold all mixed together--not from a whole lot of paint-by-numbers shimmery shadow and slathered-on mascara. And her cheeks were flushed because h..
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Let's see what your temperature is," she said, bringing an electronic thermometer over from the desk. "It's higher than usual." Her amber stare flipped up to his. "Your arm." "No, your eyes." She blinked, then seemed to shake herself. "I seriously doubt that." "Then you underestimate your appeal." As she shook her head and clicked one of the plastic covers onto the silver wand, he caught a whiff of her scent. His fangs elongated. "Op..
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Clearly his next tat needed to be more along the lines of a donkey. 'Cuz he was acting like an ass. -Rehv's thoughts
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Wrath jammed a finger in V's face. "Don't follow me. We clear? You don't follow me." "You stupid fool," V said with total exhaustion. "You're the king. We all must follow you." -Wrath & Vishous"
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To pass the time, he hunted through the apartment, patting surfaces down with his palms in an attempt to find computers, extra phones, more goddamn guns. He'd just returned to the second bedroom when something ricocheted off the window. Wrath unholstered his forty again and back-flatted it on the wall next to the window. With his hand, he sprang the lock and pushed the sheet of glass open a crack. The cop's Boston accent was about as subt..
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Thou Shalt Not Mack on Your Patients" part of the Hippocratic oath. Especially"
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I'm glad you're going," Catya said as she erased the night roster from the whiteboard. "Considering you're my boss, that makes me nervous. I'd rather have you happy to see me coming into the clinic." "No, it's not about work. I'm glad you're going out tonight." Ehlena frowned and looked around. By some miracle, they were alone. "Who says I'm going anywhere but home?" "A female going home doesn't change out of her uniform here. And she d..
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The pause that followed was one she couldn't interpret. Maybe he was pissed she was interfering? "I just want to make sure you're okay." "Do you do this with patients a lot?" "Yes," she lied. "Havers know you're checking his work?" "Did he even look at your veins?" Rehvenge's laugh was low. "I would rather you had called for a different reason." "I don't understand," she said tightly. "What? That someone might want to have something..
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