Read Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last for Free Online

wanted them to. Spies had their purpose in the grand scheme of things.
    And, man, there was work to be done.
    From what he had figured out during his own blessedly short period of ass-kissing, the Lessening
    Society had few assets left in terms of weapons or ammo or property. No cash, because what did
    come in from petty robberies had gone up the little shit’s nose or into his arm. No master list of
    inductees, no troop organization, no training.
    Lot of rebuilding needed to happen fast—
    A cold draft shot into the room, and Connors turned around. The Omega had arrived from out of
    nowhere, the Evil’s white robes shining brightly, the black shadow underneath looking like an optical illusion.
    The repulsion that went through Connors was something he knew he was also going to have to get
    used to. The Omega always enjoyed a special relationship with his Fore-lesser —and maybe that was why word had it they rarely lasted very long.
    Then again, given who he picked…
    “I took care of him,” Connors said, nodding to the scorch mark on the floor.
    “I know,” the Omega replied, that voice warping through the fetid, chilly air.
    Outside, a gust of wind blew snow against the windows, the gap on one sill letting some
    snowflakes in. As they entered the space, they fell to the floor in a shimmer, the temperature cold enough to sustain them, thanks to the master’s presence.
    “He is back home now.” The Omega came forward like a draft, with no evidence that any kind of
    legs were moving him. “And I am very pleased.”
    Conners told his feet to stay put. There was nowhere to run to, nothing to escape—he just had to
    get through what was going to happen next.
    At least he had prepared for this.
    “I got some new recruits for you.”
    The Omega stopped. “Indeed?”
    “A tribute, as it were.” Or more like a defined endpoint to this shit: He had to head out soon, and he’d carefully planned these two events close together. The Omega, after all, was into his playthings, but liked his Society and its purpose of eliminating vampires even more.
    “You please me to no end,” the Omega whispered as he closed in. “I do believe we are going to
    get along just fine…Mr. C.”
    FOUR
    The Chosen Layla had existed in her own body without any physical compromise for the entirety
    of her existence. Born in the Scribe Virgin’s Sanctuary, and trained in the rarefied,
    preternatural peacefulness there, she had never known hunger, or fever, or pain of any note.
    Not heat nor cold, nor contusion, concussion, or contraction. Her body had been, as with all
    things in the mother of the race’s most sacred space, always the placid same, a perfect specimen
    functioning at the highest level—
    “Oh, God,” she gulped as she shot out of bed and lurched into the bathroom.
    Her bare feet skidded on the marble as she threw herself to her knees, popped the toilet seat, and
    leaned over to go face-to-face with the bowl’s epiglottal hole.
    “Just…do it….” she gasped as the rolling nausea polluted her body until even her toes curled
    under and grabbed at the floor. “Please…for the Scribe Virgin’s sake…”
    If she could just empty the contents of her stomach, surely the torture would relent—
    Taking her fore- and middle fingers into her throat, she shoved them in so hard she choked. But
    that was the extent of it. There was no coordination of her diaphragm, no release of the greasy spoiled meat in her stomach…not that she’d actually eaten that—or anything else—for…how long had it
    been? Days.
    Mayhap that was the problem.
    Snaking her arm around her hips, she put her sweaty forehead on the hard, cool lip of the toilet
    and tried to breathe shallowly—because the sensation of air moving up and down the back of her
    throat made the impotent urge to throw up worse.
    Mere days ago, when she had been in her needing, her body had taken control, the urge to mate
    strong enough to wipe out all thought and emotion.