this, and we have to complete the bond.”
“It’s time,” she murmured as she nestled closer.
“It’s time,” he agreed and closed his eyes when her breasts flattened against his chest.
He stopped breathing when her lips peeled back, and his dick hardened when her fangs grazed his skin. Then she sank those fangs into him, and pure, unadulterated joy shot through him.
He cuddled her close as a sensation of rightness stole through him. This was it. This was why he’d spent his entire life fighting. This moment of happiness was why he’d waged such a relentless battle against the ever-increasing evil in the world and the increasing dark instincts inside himself.
And he would spend the rest of his life fighting for her, and this world, because no matter how awful things were, he believed there was still more love than hate out there. His overwhelming love for her hammered that point home.
As she fed on him, she hooked her leg over his thigh and drew him closer while her hands gripped the muscle etching his back. She remained sore from Yannis’s attack, but Lucien’s blood helped ease the ache in her muscles.
Yearning burned through her as his blood eased her hunger, but it didn’t sate her desire. Thankfully, he sensed what else she needed, and rolling her over, he slipped his cock into her.
Callie gasped as he stretched and filled her until he was deep inside and they were joined together. With him inside her, she could shut out all the bad memories.
As he moved within her, she forgot the awfulness of her death. She focused on him and the strength of their love. When the Savages kidnapped her, she was sure her life was over, and in a way, it did end. The life she’d always known was gone forever, and she would miss it and her friends, but she wouldn’t change anything.
This was where she belonged.
Lowering his mouth to her shoulder, Lucien bit deep as he thrust within her again. He wouldn’t take much from her; she couldn’t give much right now, but he needed to be a part of her in this way.
He had to complete the bond.
As their bodies joined, their blood filled each other, and their thoughts mingled, he felt the bond uniting them forever.
Chapter Forty-Seven
He and Callie didn’t emerge from their room until the next day. Sometime during the night, Ronan brought them more blood, and she was doing well, but Lucien insisted she rest until her wound was better. Now, though a hole remained in her flesh, it was much smaller.
He’d told her about capturing the demon and how he held out little hope it would do them any good. This morning, she insisted on getting out to see the others so they could learn what was happening.
When they emerged from the room, he spotted Asher standing outside the room a couple of doors down. When their door clicked shut, his head turned toward them, and he grinned.
Lucien draped his arm around Callie’s waist and led her down the hall. “How’s it going in there?” he asked when they stopped in front of Asher.
“It’s almost over,” Asher said. “That thing isn’t going to tell us anything, and the longer we keep it alive, the more danger we’re all in.”
Lucien agreed, and as he recalled its eerie, howling cry, he wondered if it was crying out to its brethren. Perhaps it was, but no help arrived for it.
But then, he had no idea how these demons traveled or what they were capable of doing. Maybe they knew exactly where their missing fellow monster was, but they had no way of getting to it.
Either way, he didn’t think it was a good idea for them to keep it alive much longer or to spend another night in this place.
“I want you to stay out here,” he said to Callie.
“No,” she said. “You can’t keep me sheltered from this, and I want to see it. I’m a part of your world now; this is my battle too.”
Lucien opened his mouth to argue but closed it again. She was right; he wouldn’t let her stay in that room to witness the torture he was sure was unfolding within, but she had a right to see their enemy.
“Okay,” he relented.
He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Killean opened it. The scar on his face was pulled taut, and his golden eyes glittered with malice. That malice wasn’t directed at them, but it hinted at the awfulness within.
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