She did nothing.
Crimson trickled down her cheek, wasted.
She was the only one I’d ever bothered to heal. The only one I’d ever willingly given my blood.
Which was why tomorrow was so important.
It had to be now, or it would be too late.
Whisper came close, sniffing both of us.
Rook didn’t move.
“She’s not accepting it.” I glanced at him. “How do I make her?”
The panther licked his lips.
I scowled before wrenching my wrist from her mouth and pressing it against my own. “Good idea.”
Bracing myself, I sucked a mouthful of warm, salty copper. Whatever they’d done to me to make my blood different, didn’t work on me. I’d tried self-medicating when the pain grew too bad. I’d ingested far more of my own life-force than I wanted to admit, hoping, praying that it could do what Marcus had reported it’d shown in the lab, but I wasn’t so lucky.
But for her...it would work.
Holding the thick liquid on my tongue, I grabbed her jaw to hold her still, and bent over her.
I wasn’t prepared for the punch in my heart as our lips connected.
Not even a kiss, yet it scratched andclawedat my restraint.
I shifted over her, parting her lips with mine. My fingers tightened around her chin just in case she moved.
Her lips were cold and sweet and soft as I released the mouthful of blood, transferring it to her.
She moaned quietly.
She struggled weakly.
I didn’t let her go or break the kiss, waiting...
Her throat worked.
She swallowed.
A small sound escaped her, barely audible, but it stabbed my burning chest.
Tilting my head, I brought my wrist to my mouth again. I sucked another mouthful, the cut sore and stinging. Warm liquid pooled, threatening to trickle down my throat.
Lowering myself once more, I sealed my mouth over hers, forcing the second dose onto her tongue.
Her spine arched slightly, trying to fight my imprisonment.
Energy crackled where our lips pressed together. Her pulse fluttered against my fingertips. Heat gathered, heavy and hungry between my legs, burning hotter than the vitalsync core.
The longer I fed her my blood, the harder I clung to self-control.
I wanted more.
Neededmore.
