I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario
Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself.
Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride.
Phury felt his skin get tight all over.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.

What is your name?" she murmured.
He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. "I'm the evil one, in case you haven't figured it out."
"I wanted your name, not your calling."
"Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist.

He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards were called hurricanes and tornadoes.