“No, he gains strength from me.”
“Oh. And how areyoufeeling?”
“I’m hungry, but it can wait.”
I tipped my head back to look up and into his beloved face. “You have to feed.”
“I will.”
Clasping his cheeks in my hands, I pulled his head down until our forehead’s rested against each other. “I was so worried about you.”
“There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”
Using the pads of his thumbs, he stroked my cheeks before kissing me. When he laid down, he pulled me on top of him before rolling over to pin me beneath him. When his thigh parted my legs, I felt the growing evidence of his arousal prodding me in the belly.
“You’re injured,” I whispered against his mouth.
“I could be dying, and I’d still want to fuck you.”
Those words sent a thrill down my spine, and while I was scared he might hurt himself again, his hands and mouth stifled my feeble protests. We’d been denied each other for a week, and I couldn’t stop myself from touching him all over.
I was desperate for him, but despite his words, he didn’t fuck me. Instead, he made love to me in a slow, maddening way that had me pleading for him to put me out of my misery while his hands ran over my body.
However, as I pleaded with him to take me, he held back and pinned my arms above my head. Making his way down my body, he left a trail of kisses and bite marks across my flesh.
“It’s been too long.” He sank his fangs into my breast, and I arched demandingly against him. But he still held back as his fangs retracted and he moved steadily lower. “My marks are fading from you, and I can’t have that.”
Wet and aching, I cried out when his fingers stroked my clit, and he teased me to the brink of release before pulling away. He was making me so crazy I was half tempted to kill him, but that would mean never getting to experience this exquisite torture again.
Just when I couldn’t take any more, he finally entered me. I gasped from the sheer wonder of our bodies joining together again.
He set a languid pace, and though I was frantic for release, I found myself matching it as I caressed his back and memorized every chiseled muscle there. When I gripped his ass, the firmness of it excited me more, and I drew him deeper into me.
My head fell back, and a primal cry spilled from my lips when I came apart. When Wrath thrust into me again, his body stiffened as his cock pulsed deep inside me. Each of those pulsations kept my orgasm going until I became certain it would never stop.
When I finally came back to Earth and our bed, I found myself nestled securely in his arms as he lay on his back with me sprawled across his chest. I rested my hand over the pink mark on his flesh, and he clasped my hand in his.
His breath blew back a strand of my hair as he lowered his mouth to my ear. “I love you, Bale.”
I went rigid with shock and couldn’t respond. Then I lifted my head and met his black eyes. Apprehension and hope shimmered in their dark depths, but more than that, love radiated from him.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
His dimple appeared as his eyes turned a magnificent shade of blue. He laughed and hugged me closer. My laughter rose to meet his as I pondered our future and what we would do when this was over.
We would live. And we would do it together.
Chapter Fifty
Bale
Six months later
I tried notto let my nervousness show as we broke over the crest of the hill and the wall came into view. However, I couldn’t stop my fingers from fiddling with Zorn’s mane as the horse ambled down the hill. Around us, a few of the other demons and humans rode too, but most walked.
Our numbers were still full of the recruits Raphael brought back from the wall. Over the past six months, we only lost a couple of them. We also managed to keep our telepathic demon alive, so Raphael didn’t have to keep flying back and forth to the wall.
We’d tried to find vehicles for our journey back, but most of them were so rotten they wouldn’t go anywhere, and it was impossible to find gas. So, instead, we walked or rode the few horses we located in the Wilds.
