Carnal Thirst

Chapter Nine

Danior was dying. She couldn't see why. The blood had ceased to flow. His wounds, even the worst of them, had closed. Unless ... unless that bitch had broken him inside somehow. But everything else was healing.

"Danior, please,” she said, cupping his cheek. He felt frigid, impossibly cold. “What's wrong? I need you to tell me how to help you."

His eyelids fluttered.

Dear god, she didn't know what to do. Dawn approached. She had little time to get them on the ship or they'd both assuredly die.

Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision. She kissed his cold lips, fighting down panic. “Please, love, don't die. Tell me what to do,” she whispered brokenly. Pulling him up into her arms, she rocked him.

Something tickled her mind, making her dizzy. Words whispered in her ears like a soft breeze. She focused on them, striving to understand.

He was speaking to her with his mind.

We shared a blood bond, he spoke inside her head, his voice thready, as though his mind could barely connect with hers.

"What is it? How do I fix it?"

To break it is mortal....

No! Oh god, no! Maggie sobbed, clutching him tightly. You can't die. I'm going to save you .

You have to leave and find the ship. Before the sun rises. There's no ... time.

The connection with him broke. She could no longer feel him inside her, trying to speak.

Maggie cried out. She had to do something—now. Her thoughts were chaotic. She couldn't focus. All she could think about was the thirst. It drove the vampire, fed them, kept them alive. If he had fresh blood, it could save him.

She had no other choice. It was this or nothing, and she couldn't give up without trying.

Without hesitation, she turned her wrist up to her mouth and bit it, wincing as her teeth sliced into her skin.

Choking on the well of her own blood, she hurriedly brought it to his lips, letting the warm red liquid fall onto them. She pried his mouth open, forcing the blood to flow into his mouth.

A weakness washed through her limbs, up to her head, making her dizzy. She blinked, her eyesight going fuzzy, her breath as thready and weak as his.

She collapsed on one elbow, barely registering the suction of his mouth at her wrist. She was so tired of a sudden.

Her head drooped and she slumped over him.

His hands touched her, drawing her wordlessly up his body, until her face neared his neck.

She smelled blood there. The scent awakened her. Her mouth watered as her fangs lengthened. Without conscious thought, she sank her teeth into the crook of his neck, reveling in the blood that welled into her mouth like ambrosia.

Instant fire burst through her veins. She choked on the blood but continued sucking, caught up in a vortex of feeling—emotions and memories flooding her brain and driving it into darkness swirling with raw ecstasy and understanding.

Warm lips called her from the night, pulling her out of a slumber so deeply intense, she half feared she'd died.

Slowly, opening her eyes, the world came into focus.

Danior looked down at her, propped up on one elbow.

"Did we die?” she asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.

He smiled, stroking the backs of his fingers up her cheek. “No, thanks to you."

"I don't understand."

"You blood bonded with me when you shared your blood and took mine. I didn't think it was possible to share such a bond with another vampire after it had already once been given, but your strength drew me back from the edge. You kept Tatiana from pulling me into death with her."

Maggie sat up, studying him uncertainly. She hated to ask, but she had to make sure. “Are we ... are we safe?"

"Yes, amour , we are."

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, throwing her arms around him to hug him tightly. The dread was gone, the uncertainty, all of it, leaving nothing but this huge swell of happiness. She could hardly believe what had happened, but she wouldn't question what fate had brought her. “I love you,” she breathed against his neck.

He stiffened in her arms, pulling back to study her face, holding her gaze for a long, silent moment.

Finally, he smiled and pushed her back onto the bed, covering her mouth in kiss that made her toes curl and her insides heat to the point of combustion.

He broke from her mouth, breathing raggedly, staring down at her with intense, passion laden eyes. He ran a thumb across her bottom lip, curling his fingers along her cheek. “You are everything to me, Maggie. When I lay dying, I could think of nothing but that I would never see your face again, never touch your lips or kiss your hair. You have brought me back from an empty abyss I've lived in for a thousand years."

He kissed her again, softly, so sweetly tender it brought tears to her eyes.

"I love you, Maggie,” he whispered against her lips, pouring himself into each word and kiss so that she was engulfed in the rapture of his love.

The End