Page 70 of The Death God
Gregory shrugged. “He’s staked in the basement.”
Alaric chuckled. “How bad was it last time?”
“Thanatos’ father wanted him back, and Thanatos got shot. He was badly injured, no way he’d have survived without a little help. I gave him my blood.”
Alaric’s eyes widened. “You gave him your blood? No wonder you snarl as soon as someone looks at him.”
Gregory scowled. “It was months ago, there is no lingering connection.”
“And yet you tell people your mate is psychic.”
Alaric looked far too amused.
“Shut up and get us there.”
Time moved superfast and stood still at the same time. When they arrived, Gregory was out of the car before Alaric had stopped in front of the castle. He more or less tackled a crying Minerva out of the way and rushed toward the basement door as fast as he could.
There were no sounds as he flew down the stairs, and he darted to Zidane’s room only to skid to a halt as soon as he’d crossed the threshold.
Jaki was holding Zidane’s wrist to Thanatos’ mouth while Rufus was holding Thanatos’ head and massaged his throat.
Gregory snarled.
“He stopped breathing. We had to.” Rufus didn’t look at him.
Moving forward, Gregory bit into his wrist. The moment he had a hand on Thanatos, Rufus moved out of the way, and Gregory pushed at Zidane’s hand, only to place his own where it’d been. Blood poured. He held Thanatos’ head at the best angle, then he buried his face in the crook of his neck and bit into his throat.
“What the fuck, Gregory!”
He ignored Rufus’ outburst and swallowed Thanatos’ blood. The taste was a little different from what he was used to from humans, and he swallowed greedily as his mouth filled anew.
“You can’t feed from him. I don’t think he has a lot of blood to spare.”
Heat coursed through him, a precious glow settling in his chest. Thanatos was his. Forever his.
He forced himself to seal the puncture wounds and studied Thanatos as he spluttered in his arms. His eyelids looked too heavy to lift, but he believed he was conscious.
“Are you with me, babe?”
A minuscule nod and something sounding close to a sob escaped his throat. He looked up at Rufus who was shaking his head but ruined it by smiling.
* * * *
Thanatos groaned. He was cold but surrounded by something soft.
“Hey there, sleepy head.”
He tilted his head toward Gregory, who had moved the chair from the kitchen into his room and sat next to the bed.
“You look like shit.” He did. He’d never seen Gregory look as weary.
Gregory snorted. “You’re as gorgeous as ever.”
Thanatos waved a hand. He didn’t care about being gorgeous. He didn’t think he was, but it had never mattered.
Gregory got up from the chair and tugged at the cover, only to slip in under and gather Thanatos in his arms. “How are you feeling?” His whisper made Thanatos snuggle closer. Nice and warm. He might have moaned.
“Any pain?”
