Page 182 of Shadowblood Souls
Ecstasy roars through my body, overwhelming every other sensation. The shadows in my blood dance.
The words tumble out of me like a plea. “Come. Come with me. Stay with me.”
Dominic lets out a raw cry and slams into me one more time. His hips jerk as he follows me into release.
He sways in and out of me a few more times before coming to a stop. His head bows over mine, his body braced against me where I’m still balanced on the ledge.
The intensity of our joining thrums through me. I should have expected this too—this electric sensation like all my feelings have risen up to the surface of my flesh.
Just like it was with Andreas.
I lift my head, seeking out one more kiss. For comfort, for confirmation, for—something.
Dominic meets me halfway. His body trembles with the expended energy of our collision, but the kiss is so sweet I want to drown in it.
When we ease apart, my gaze drops to his chest. I touch the dark dab that’s formed on his skin at the top of his sternum.
“I marked you too,” I mumble in my surprise.
Dominic’s thumb sweeps along my collarbone. “You had one on this side already, but now you have another to match.”
He pauses. “Was that—was that because we—does it do anything?”
“I don’t know how it works or why it happens,” I admit. “But I—I always know where Andreas is, if I concentrate on it. It’ll probably be the same with you now.”
A smile crosses Dom’s face, bright enough to melt any momentary insecurities about whether he’ll mind being permanently branded.
“That’s perfect too,” he says in the softest voice I’ve ever heard from him. “Then I’ll always be able to find you if you need me.”
Unexpected tears spring up behind my eyes. I sling my arms around his shoulders and hug him to me.
Without warning, Dominic lifts me off the ledge. He spins us together and carries me onto the bed.
He lies down with me nestled against him and brushes a kiss to my forehead.
“You asked me to stay. I’m staying until you decide it’s time to leave.”
An ache radiates through my chest, but it’s the most delightful kind of pain. Choked up, I tuck myself closer against him and let my eyes drift shut.
I have one of my guys, finally, properly. And the possessive hunger inside me will just have to accept that one might beallI end up taking.
Sixteen
Zian
My sharp hearing paved the way for both of our escape attempts. It warned me of the guardians’ attack in Toronto.
So normally, it’s one talent I totally appreciate. But right now, I wish I could carve my eardrums right out of my skull.
I brace my hands against the leather seat of the sofa, clenching my jaw with my effort to hold my claws in. I don’t think shredding the upholstery in the fancy RV that isn’t really ours would be a good move.
Another stuttered gasp reaches my ears. An extended rustle of fabric, like a piece of clothing pulled off.
My emotions churn inside me, burning away at my gut.
It shouldn’t matter. I can’t offer Riva what Dominic is obviously giving her.
I’m too fucking messed up.
