Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [250]
He had already forced one half of the blood bond on her, the night he took her blood to save himself. Could he be so callous as to shackle her with the completion of that bond while she had nothing to say about it? The only other choice was to stand by and watch her die in his arms.
Unacceptable, even if she might hate him for giving her a life that would link her to him by unbreakable chains. She deserved so much more than what he had to give her.
“Damn it, Tess. I’m sorry. It’s the only way.”
He brought his wrist up to his mouth and scored a vertical gash with the razor edge of his long fangs. Blood swelled to the surface, running in a rivulet down his bare arm. He was vaguely aware of urgent footsteps approaching the SUV as he lifted Tess’s head in preparation of feeding her.
The front doors opened and Tegan and Chase got in. Tegan glanced into the back, his gaze lighting on Tess’s arm—on her limp right hand, which had slipped out from under the cover of Dante’s jacket. The hand that bore the teardrop-and-crescent-moon mark. The warrior’s eyes narrowed, then came up to Dante’s in question as much as caution.
“She’s a Breedmate.”
“I know what she is,” Dante told his brother-in-arms. He didn’t even attempt to mask the grave concern in his voice. “Drive, Tegan. Get us to the compound as fast as you can.”
As the warrior threw the Rover into gear and gunned it, Dante placed his wrist against Tess’s slack lips and watched as his blood trickled into her mouth.
CHAPTER Twenty-nine
Tess thought she must be dying. She felt weightless and leaden at the same time, floating in a neverland between the pain of one world and the deep unknown of the next. The dark undertow of that further, unfamiliar place tugged at her, but she wasn’t afraid. A soothing warmth enveloped her, as if strong angel’s wings were folded around her, holding her aloft over the rising tide that lapped gently at her limbs.
She sank into that warm embrace. She needed that abiding, steady strength.
There were voices around her, pitched low and urgent in tone, yet the words were indistinct. Her body vibrated with the constant hum of motion beneath her, her senses gone sluggish with the occasional sway of her limbs. Was she being carried somewhere? She was too exhausted to wonder, too content to simply drift away in the protective warmth that cocooned her.
She wanted to sleep. Just melt away and sleep, forever….
A droplet of something hot splashed against her lips. Like silk, it ran along the seam of her mouth in a slow trail, its enticing fragrance drifting up into her nose. Another drop fell against her lips, warm and wet and heady as wine, and her tongue drifted out to taste it.
As soon as her mouth parted open, it was flooded with liquid heat. She moaned, uncertain what she was tasting but full with the knowledge that she needed more. The first swallow roared through her like an enormous wave. There was more for her to take, a steady flow that she latched on to with her lips and tongue, drawing from the font as though she were dying of thirst. Maybe she was. All she knew was that she wanted it, needed it, and couldn’t get enough.
Someone murmured her name, softly, deeply, as she drank the strange elixir. She knew the voice. She knew the scent that seemed to bloom all around her and spill into her mouth.
She knew that he was saving her, the dark angel whose arms protected her now.
Dante.
It was Dante with her in this peculiar void; she knew it with every particle of her being.
Tess was still floating, held aloft over the churning sea of the unknown. Slowly, the dark water rose up to engulf her, thick as cream, warm as a bath. Dante eased her into it, his arms holding her steady, so strong and gentle. She dissolved into