Lover Eternal tbdb-2

by J. R. Ward

  "I'm in here checking out your tub." She walked back to the bedroom. "What happened?"

  "Everything's cool."

  You sure about that? she wanted to ask. Because he was tense and preoccupied as he went into a walk-in closet.

  "Don't worry, you can stay here."

  "But…?"

  "No buts."

  "Rhage, what's going on?"

  "I need to go out with my brothers tonight." He came back without his suit coat on and led her over to the bed, pulling her down next to him as he sat. "The doggen, our servants, know you're here. They're incredibly loyal and friendly, nothing to be scared of. Fritz, who runs this house, will be bringing you up some food in a little bit. If you need anything, just ask him. I'll be back at dawn."

  "Am I going to be locked in here until then?"

  He shook his head and stood up.

  "You're free to move around the house. No one will touch you." He took a piece of paper out of a leather box and wrote on it. "Here's my cell number. You call me if you need me and I can be back in a moment."

  "You got a transporter hiding somewhere around here?"

  Rhage looked at her and disappeared.

  Not as in left-the-room-really-fast disappeared. But poof! disappeared.

  Mary leaped off the bed, holding in a shout of alarm with her hand.

  Rhage's arms came around her from behind. "In a moment."

  She grabbed on to his wrists, squeezing the bones to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

  "That's a hell of trick." Her voice was thin. "What else do you have under your hat?"

  "I can turn things on and off." The room plunged into darkness. "I can light candles." Two of them flared on his dresser. "And I'm handy with locks and stuff."

  She heard the latch on the door click back and forth, and then the closet opened and shut.

  "Oh, and I can do something really great with my tongue and a cherry stem."

  He dropped a kiss on the side of her neck and headed into the bathroom. The door shut and she heard the shower come on.

  Mary stayed frozen in place, her mind skipping like a needle on an LP record. Eyeing the DVD collection, she decided there was something to be said for escapism. Especially when a person had had too much weirdness, too many reorientations to reality, too much… everything.

  When Rhage came out a while later, shaved, smelling of soap, a towel around his hips, she was propped up on the bed, Austin Powers Goldmember on the TV.

  "Hey, this is a classic." He smiled and watched the screen.

  She forgot all about the movie as she looked at those wide shoulders, the muscles of his arms, the towel following the form of his ass. And the tattoo. That twisting, fierce creature with the white eyes.

  " Twins, Basil, twins, " Rhage said with perfect timing and intonation.

  He winked at her and went into the closet.

  Against her better instincts, she followed after him, and leaned on one of the jambs, trying to look casual. Rhage's back was to her as he pulled on a pair of black leather pants, commando. The tattoo moved with him as he did up the fly.

  A soft sigh escaped her mouth. What a man. Vampire. Whatever.

  He glanced over his shoulder. "You okay?"

  Actually, she was feeling hot all over.

  "Mary?"

  "I'm fine and dandy." Dropping her eyes, she took consuming interest in the collection of shoes lined up on the floor. "Actually I'm going to self-medicate with your movie collection until I'm in a culture coma."

  As he bent down to put his socks on, her eyes latched back onto his skin. All that bare, smooth, golden—

  "About the sleeping arrangements," he said. "I'll just crash on the floor."

  But she wanted to be in that big bed with him, she thought.

  "Don't be silly, Rhage. We're both adults. And that thing is wide enough to sleep six."

  He hesitated. "All right. I promise not to snore."

  And how about not keeping your hands to yourself, either?

  He pulled on a black short-sleeved shirt and pushed his feet into a pair of shitkickers. Then he paused, eyeing a floor-to-ceiling metal cabinet that was set into the closet wall.

  "Mary, why don't you go back outside? I need a minute. Okay?"

  She flushed and turned away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy—"

  He took her hand. "It's not that. You just might not like what you see next."

  As if there was much left that could shock her after today?

  "Go ahead," she murmured. "Do… whatever."

  Rhage stroked her wrist with his thumb then opened the metal cabinet. He took out an empty black leather chest holster and put it on across his shoulders, securing it under his pecs. A wide belt was next, like the kind cops wore, but as with the holster, there was nothing in it.

  He looked at her. And then brought out the weapons.

  Two long, black-bladed daggers, which he sheathed at his chest, handles down. A shiny handgun that he checked for bullets with fast, sure movements before anchoring it at his hip. Flashing martial-arts stars and matte-black ammunition clips that he tucked into the belt. Another, smaller knife he hid somewhere.

  He took his black leather trench coat off a hanger and swung it on, patting the pockets. He pulled out another handgun from the weapons cabinet and assessed it quickly before burying it in the leather folds. He put a few more throwing stars in the coat's pockets. Added another dagger.

  When he faced her, she backed away.

  "Mary, don't look at me like I'm a stranger. It's still me under, all this."

  She didn't stop until she hit the bed. "You are a stranger," she whispered.

  His face tightened and his voice grew flat. "I'll be back before dawn."

  He left without any hesitation.

  Mary didn't know how long she sat and stared at the carpet. But when she looked up, she went over and grabbed the phone.

  CHAPTER 24

  Bella popped open her oven, took a peek at dinner, and gave up the fight.

  What a mess.

  She grabbed a pair of pot holders and extracted the meat loaf. The poor thing had cowered away from the sides of the pan, blackened on top, and developed drying cracks. It was inedible, better suited to the construction supply trade than to a dinner plate. A few dozen more of these and some mortar and she'd have that wall she wanted around her terrace.

  As she shut the oven door with her hip, she could have sworn the high-end Viking stove was glaring at her. The animosity was mutual. When her brother had done over the farmhouse for her, he'd gotten her the best of everything, because that was the only way Rehvenge did things. The fact that she'd preferred the old-fashioned kitchen and the squeaky doors and the gentle aging of the place hadn't mattered. And God help her if she'd kicked up a fuss about the security measures. The only way Rehvenge had permitted her to move out was if he made her home fireproof, bulletproof, and impregnable as a museum.

  Ah, the joys of having a bossy brother with a lockdown mentality.

  She picked up the pan and was headed for the French doors to the backyard when the phone rang.

  As she answered, she hoped it wasn't Rehvenge. "Hello?"

  There was a pause. "Bella?"

  "Mary! I called you earlier today. Hold on a sec, I've got to feed the raccoons." She put the phone on the table, shot out to the yard, dumped the load and headed back in. When the pan was in the sink, she picked up the receiver. "How are you?"

  "Bella, I need to know something." The human's voice was strained.

  "Anything, Mary. What's wrong?"

  "Are you… one of them?"

  Bella sank down into a chair at her kitchen table. "You mean, am I different from you?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Bella glanced over at her fish tank. Everything always looked so calm in there, she thought.

  "Yes, Mary. Yes, I am different."

  There was a rush of breath on the line. "Oh, thank God."

  "Somehow, I didn't think
knowing that would be a relief."

  "It is. I… I really have to talk to someone. I'm so confused."

  "Confused about…" Wait a minute. Why were they even having this conversation? "Mary, how do you know about us?"

  "Rhage told me. Well, showed me, too."

  "You mean he hasn't wiped… You remember him?"

  "I'm staying with him."

  "You're what?"

  "Here. At the house. With a bunch of men, vampires… God, that word…" The female cleared her throat. "I'm here with about five other guys just like him."

  Bella put her hand over her mouth. No one stayed with the Brotherhood. No one even knew where they lived. And this female was a human.

  "Mary, how did you… how did this happen?"

  When the story was all out, Bella was stunned.

  "Hello? Bella?"

  "Sorry, I… Are you okay?"

  "I think so. I'm all right now, at least. Listen, I have to know. Why did you put the two of us together? Rhage and me?"

  "He saw you and he… liked you. He promised me he wouldn't hurt you, which was the only reason I agreed to set you up on that date."

  "When did he see me?"

  "The night we took John to the training center. Or don't you remember that?"

  "No, I don't, but Rhage told me I'd gone there. Is John… a vampire?"

  "Yes, he is. His change is coming, which is why I got involved. He'll die unless one of our kind is with him when the transition hits. He needs a female to drink from."

  "So that night, when you met him, you knew."

  "I did." Bella chose her words carefully. "Mary, is the warrior treating you well? Is he… gentle with you?"

  "He's taking care of me. Protecting me. I have no idea why, though."

  Bella sighed, thinking she knew. Given the warrior's fixation on the human, he had probably bonded with her.

  "But I'll be home soon," the female said. "Just a couple of days."

  Bella wasn't so sure about that. Mary was so much deeper in their world than she realized.

  The smell of gas fumes was nasty, O thought as he maneuvered the Toro Dingo around in the dark.

  "That's good. We're good to go," U called out.

  O shut the thing off and surveyed the area he'd carved from the forest. Hat, about forty-by-forty-feet square, it was the layout of the persuasion building plus room for them to work.

  U stepped into the leveled area and addressed the assembled lessers. "Let's start getting the walls up. I want three sides raised. Leave one open." U motioned impatiently with his hand. "Come on. Move it."

  The men picked up frames made out of eight-foot-long two-by-fours and carried the things around.

  The sound of an approaching vehicle stopped everyone, though the lack of headlights suggested it was another lesser. With their superior night vision, Society members were able to dance around in the dark as if it were high noon; whoever was behind that wheel dodging trees had the same acuity.

  When Mr. X got out of the minivan, O went over.

  "Sensei," O said, bowing. He knew the bastard appreciated the respect and somehow pissing off the guy just wasn't as fun as it used to be.

  "Mr. O, it looks like you're making progress."

  "Let me show you what we're doing."

  They had to shout over the clapping of hammerheads, but there was no reason to worry about any of the noise. They were smack-dab in the middle of a seventy-five-acre plot of land about thirty minutes from Caldwell's downtown area. To the west of the property was a swamp that served as one of the Hudson River's flood zones. Covering the north and east was Big Notch Mountain, a pile of state-owned rock that climbers didn't favor because of its rattlesnake dens, and that tourists found all-around unappealing. The only point of exposure was from the south, but the rednecks who lived in the scattered, decaying farmhouses didn't seem like the type to wander.

  "This looks good," Mr. X said. "Now where are you putting in the storage facilities?"

  "Here." O stood over a section of ground. "We'll have the supplies in the morning. We should be ready to receive visitors in a day."

  "You've done pretty well, son."

  Goddamn it, O hated the son shit. He really did.

  "Thank you, sensei," he said.

  "Now walk me to my car." When they were a distance away from the work, Mr. X said, "Tell me something. Do you have much contact with the Betas?"

  O made sure their eye contact didn't waver. "Not really."

  "Have you seen any of them lately?"

  Christ, where was the Fore-lesser going with this? "No."

  "Not any time last night?"

  "No, like I said, I don't hang with the Betas." O frowned. He knew that if he demanded an explanation, he'd just look defensive, but fuck it. "What's this about?"

  "Those Betas we lost in the park last night had shown some promise. I'd hate to think you were slaughtering your competition."

  "A brother—"

  "Yes, a member of the Brotherhood attacked them. Right. Funny, though, the brothers always make sure they stab their kills so the bodies disintegrate. But last night, those Betas were left for dead. And hurt badly enough so they couldn't really respond to questions when they were found by their backup squad. So no one knows what happened."

  "I wasn't in that park and you know it."

  "Do I?"

  "For chrissakes—"

  "Watch your mouth. And watch yourself." Mr. X's pale eyes narrowed into slits. "You know who I'll call if I need to pull your choke chain again. Now get back to work. I'll see you and the other primes at first light for your check-in."

  "I thought that's why we had e-mail," O said through gritted teeth.

  "It's in person from now on for you and your team."

  When the minivan drove off, O stared into the night, listening to the cracking sounds of construction work. He should have been seething with anger. Instead he was just… tired.

  God, he had no enthusiasm left for this job of his. And he couldn't even get worked up over Mr. X's bullshit. The thrill was gone.

  Mary glanced at the digital clock: 1:56. Dawn was still hours and hours away, and sleep was out of the question. All she pictured when she closed her eyes were those weapons hanging off Rhage's body.

  She rolled over onto her back. The idea of not seeing him ever again was so disturbing, she refused to look into the feelings too closely. She just accepted them, bore them badly, and hoped for some relief.

  God, she wished she could go back to when he'd left. She would have hugged him hard. And given him a stiff lecture about staying safe even though she knew nothing about fighting and he was, hopefully, a master at it. She just wanted him safe—

  Suddenly the door was unlocked. As it swung open, Rhage's blond hair gleamed in the light from the hall.

  Mary shot off the bed, crossed the room at a dead run, and threw herself at him.

  "Whoa, what the…" His arm went around her and picked her up, keeping her with him as he came through the door and shut it. When he released her, she slid down his body. "You all right?"

  As her feet hit the floor, she came back to reality.

  "Mary?"

  "Ah, yeah… yes, I'm okay." She stepped to the side. Looked around. Blushed like all hell. "I'm just… yeah, I'm just going to go back to bed now."

  "Hold up, female." Rhage took off his trench coat, the chest holster, and the belt. "Get back over here. I like the way you welcome me home."

  He opened his arms wide and she went into them, holding on hard, feeling him breathe. His body was so warm and he smelled wonderful, like fresh air and good clean sweat.

  "I didn't expect you to be up," he murmured, running his hand up and down her spine.

  "Couldn't sleep."

  "I told you, you're safe here, Mary." His fingers found the base of her neck and massaged deeply. "Damn, you're tense. You sure you're okay?"

  "I'm fine. Really."

  He stopped the rubbing. "Do you ever answer that question
truthfully?"

  "I just did." Sort of.

  His hand resumed the stroking. "Will you promise me something?"

  "What?"

  "Will you let me know when you're not okay?" His voice became teasing. "I mean, I know you're tough, so I won't hold my breath for it or anything. You won't have to worry about killing me over this."

  She laughed. "I promise."

  He tilted her chin up with his finger, eyes grave. "I'm going to keep you to that." Then he dropped a kiss to her cheek. "Listen, I was going to head down to the kitchen and grab something to eat. You want to come with me? The house is quiet. The other brothers are still out."

  "Sure. Let me change."

  "Just put on one of my fleeces." He went over to the dresser and took out something soft, black, and the size of a tarp. "I like the idea of you wearing my clothes."

  As he helped her into it, his smile was a very masculine expression of satisfaction. And possessiveness.

  And damned if it didn't suit his face to a tee.

  By the time they finished eating and were back upstairs in his room, Rhage was having trouble concentrating. The hum was roaring in full force, worse than ever before. And he was totally aroused, his body so hot he felt like his blood was going to dry out in his veins.

  As Mary went over to the bed and settled in, he took a quick shower and wondered if he shouldn't give his erection a release before he came back out. The damn thing was hard, stiff, aching like a bitch, and the water rushing down his body made him think of Mary's hands on his skin. He palmed himself and remembered the feel of her moving against his mouth as he pleasured her soft secrets. He lasted, like, less than a minute.

  When it was over, the empty orgasm just juiced him up more. It was like his body knew the real thing was out in the bedroom and had no intention of being diverted.

  Cursing, he stepped out and toweled off, then headed for his closet. With a prayer for Fritz's attention to detail, he hunted around until he found—thank you, God—a set of pajamas he'd never put on before. He shrugged into them and then threw on the matching robe for good measure.

  Rhage grimaced, feeling like he was wearing half the damn closet. But that was the point.

  "Is the room too warm for you?" he asked, as he willed a candle to light and turned off the lamp.