Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)

by J.R. Ward

If it had been anyone else, Wrath would have used his favorite pair of words: fuck and off.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

“Butch?” she said. “Did I hurt you just now?” Yeah, only if you consider raging lust a kind of pain, he thought.

But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard? Eugene?

“Have I told you that I love you, leelan?” “About five minutes ago. But I never get tired of hearing it.”