Chapter 23 #2
“Where are your dogs, Adrian?” Raze growled. The massive vampire’s lip curled as he surveyed the view from behind dark sunglasses.
“Don’t need them to deal with you.”
Torque rocked back on his heels. “I’ve got a present for you.”
Foreboding spread with icy tendrils across Adrian’s skin, but he affected boredom and said evenly, “Unless it’s Lindsay Gibson, I don’t give a fuck.”
“It is. And she’s dying.”
Adrian’s pulse skipped with life for the first time in days. Torque would not have brought Shadoe here. Only Lindsay—a woman Syre had no real connection to. But still, Adrian had to be sure. “Shadoe?”
Torque shook his head. “She’s gone. And Lindsay won’t feed. Aside from a chunk she tore out of Vash, she hasn’t drunk a drop. Her heartbeat has slowed to the point where I thought she was already dead by the time we got up here.”
Adrian was over the gate and ripping the door off the car before Torque could say more.
Lindsay lay across the backseat, her once golden skin now pale as alabaster.
He shielded her from the sun with his wings, completely disregarding the easy target he presented with his back to two vampires.
She was still as death, her chest barely moving.
“Syre returns her to you in honor of Shadoe,” Torque said quietly. “She carried Shadoe’s soul. We owe her something for that, and you get to collect.”
Reaching in, Adrian shrouded her with the blanket tangled around her limp body and pulled her from the car. He held her close against him, then flew up and over the gate.
“You’re welcome!” Raze yelled after him, but Adrian was already rushing into the house.
He took her to his bedroom and tucked her into the bed, willing the drapes shut to block out the sun.
Lindsay was as cold as refrigerated marble, and just as lifeless.
He shed their clothes with a thought and crawled in beside her, pulling her close to impart the heat from his body.
A violent shiver moved through him as her chilled frame pressed against his.
“Lindsay,” he whispered, burying his lips in her crown. She smelled wonderful, and he breathed her in with a shuddering inhale. Tears wet his face and her hair, the quiet of his room shattered by the serrated noises spilling unchecked from his aching throat.
He pulled back enough to examine her, his shaking hand pushing wayward curls away from her face. Her bloodless lips were slightly parted, revealing the tiniest tip of fang. His heart squeezed in his chest. “Neshama, don’t leave me.”
Adrian pushed his finger into her mouth, slicing the pad with the point of a razor-sharp canine. He slid the bleeding digit deep and stroked it across her tongue. “Feed,” he coaxed. “Feed or you will die, and kill me with you.”
He waited endless moments. When she didn’t move, Adrian withdrew and slit the pad of a second fingertip, pushing both bleeding fingers into the cool recesses of her mouth.
Her lips quivered.
“Yes, neshama sheli. Drink. Come back to me.”
A low, thready moan escaped her. Her throat worked on a tiny swallow.
“Drink of me,” he urged. “Take what you need.”
Another soft flex of her throat. Her eyelids fluttered, the skin so translucent he could see the fine network of blue veins coursing through them. They lifted, revealing the amber irises of a vampire. Her gaze was unfocused, her breathing still far too shallow.
He began to withdraw his fingers, but her tongue moved, pinning them to the roof of her mouth. She was too weak to hold him, and he pulled free, his lips curving with a grim smile when she mewled in protest.
Turning his head, Adrian traced his bleeding fingers over the thick artery in his neck. Her mouth followed blindly, open and rooting like a hungry babe. He caught the back of her head in his hand and directed her.
Her tongue licked back and forth over his pulsing vein, plumping it and arousing him in the process.
When her fangs pierced his skin, his cock hardened instantly.
Her mouth drew on him in rhythmic pulls, sending lust and desire radiating outward from the place where she fed.
Her skin began to warm, her body gaining strength with every gulping swallow.
Her groan vibrated against him, and he jerked with the rush of sensation.
Lindsay began to rub against him, purring, succumbing to the sexual pleasure vamps found in feeding. Slinging her leg over his, she ground her sex against his thigh, leaving a slick trail of moisture behind.
He reached for her hips, further aroused by imagining the years ahead, endless days with the woman he loved forever by his side. “Put me inside you, Linds. Ride me till you come.”
Her fangs slipped free of his skin. “Until you come,” she breathed, mounting him. Her tongue licked across the twin punctures, closing them.
Reaching between them, she wrapped her warmed hands around his cock and positioned him at her entrance. She sheathed him in a deft, hard thrust of her hips that made him arch his back with a hiss of pleasure.
“My god… Adrian.” She nuzzled her temple against his, her breath hot as it blew across his ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Then she froze.
When she didn’t move and barely breathed, Adrian lifted her torso away from his to search her face. “Lindsay? What is it?”
She covered her mouth with her hand, her amber eyes darkening with shock and horror. “Oh! I’m sorry, Adrian. I—”
He took her face in his hands. “For what?”
As she shook her head, her eyes overflowed with pink-tinged tears. Her arms covered her breasts, a display of shame he couldn’t bear to see. Her tight, wet sex slid upward along his cock when she moved to leave him. “I’ve changed. I’m not—”
Adrian rolled and pinned her beneath him. “I want you more now than I ever have.”
“You can’t…”
“Oh yes, I can. I do.” He captured her arms above her head and kneed her thighs wider. He withdrew from her clinging depths with exquisite leisure, torturing them both. Then he hammered into her with a quick, hard thrust.
She gasped, her eyes wide and beautiful. A vampire’s eyes, with Lindsay’s pure, selfless soul shining behind them. Eyes that saw him as clearly in the darkness of his shrouded room as he saw her.
He pulled back and thrust again. “The feel of you feeding from my neck has me so damn hot for you. Feel how thick I am? How hard you’ve made me? You turn me inside out.”
Her thighs tightened around his hips, clasping him sweetly.
His eyes closed in gratitude at her acceptance.
Hunger curled like heated iron around his spine, and he groaned.
The feel of her was so sublime it burned through him, restoring life to him just as his blood had done for her.
“What you are doesn’t matter to me. It never will. It’s who you are that I love.”
Her fingers dug into the backs of his hands, bringing a sharp bite of pain as newly formed claws pierced his flesh.
That turned him on, too. His cock lengthened with his appreciation, filling her until she writhed.
He was home, his soul completed by the proximity of hers—his Lindsay, so brave and selfless.
Enraptured by the feel of her beneath him, around him, he drove into her with powerful lunges. He watched the pleasure weight her eyelids and slacken her lush mouth. His wings spread out and away from the bed, quivering with the raging desire that built with every deep thrust.
“I can’t live without you,” he growled. “I won’t, and you can’t make me do so.”
She arched into his pounding hips, her sleek body even more powerful than before. Strong enough to take everything he had to give her and still demand more. “I love you.”
Rearing back, Adrian yanked her up. He rested on his heels and urged her to rock against him. “Fuck me, Linds. Make me come.”
She wrapped her silken arms around his neck and tucked her knees on either side of his. Thrusting her hips, she rode him, taking him swift and hard with fluidly graceful undulations.
She was formidable now, and she devastated him with pleasure. The rhythmic slap of her pelvis against his was so erotic, he bit his lower lip to hold off the onslaught of orgasm. Not yet… Too soon… Make it last…
“Don’t hold back,” she moaned. “I’m waiting for you.”
He caught her nape in his hand, pulling her mouth to his. Their lips sealed, their panting breaths mingling as they climaxed together. Quaking with the power of it. Shaken by the pure, unadulterated connection between them. No restraints.
At last.
“Elijah, too?” Lindsay asked, her fingers stroking across Adrian’s chest. “He went with them?”
“His body wasn’t among the dead, so I assume so, yes.” That hurt her. Elijah’s actions could very well pit him against the man she loved.
She thought of the message the lycan had left on her phone, the date of his call falling after the uprising.
He wanted to see her and asked for her help.
And because he was her friend, she wanted to give it to him.
She was divided on all sides, beholden to damn near everyone for saving her ass at some point. “What will we do?”
Turning his head, Adrian pressed his lips to her forehead. “We recuperate and regroup. Then we assess the damage and start rebuilding.”
“But there are so few of you now.”
“We can do it.” He sounded so sure.
“How well do you trust your Sentinels?”
“With my life.”
She blew out her breath. “The person who snatched me from the Point and took me to Syre…”
“Yes?”
“…sported wings.”
Adrian jerked with surprise.
“I’m sorry.” She attempted to soothe him with soft strokes of her hand over his chest. “I didn’t get a look at who it was. I was knocked out from behind with some kind of Vulcan neck squeeze.”
He was quiet for a long time, but the turmoil he felt was reflected in the howling winds that surrounded the house.
“You hide your emotions so well,” she said quietly. “But the weather gives you away.”
He looked down at her with widened eyes. “How do you know that?”
“I feel the weather in you. I’m kinda attuned to that sort of thing. I feel emotions through the wind. It talks to me. It used to warn me about inhumans, too, but I sense the differences on my own now. I guess my weather radar was truly mine and not an echo of Shadoe’s abilities.”
His mouth curved in one of his rare full smiles.
“What?” Lindsay was dazzled by that smile and curious about its cause.
“I’ve prayed for a sign—any sign at all—that the Creator would absolve me of guilt for falling in love. When the weather began to respond to my moods, I thought it was to remind me of my shortcomings. But perhaps it was the sign I asked for, a gift to bring you to me.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“And hopeful, which I need right now. We all do.”
She hugged him. “When I was younger, I used to think my sixth sense made me a freak.”
“No. It makes you mine.”
They lay in silence for a while. Lindsay almost dozed, lulled by the steady cadence of Adrian’s heartbeat and the feel of his warm, solid body pressed against hers.
“Do you miss her?” she asked after a while.
His chest expanded on a deep breath. He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “I should—I owe her that much—but it’s been so long, and I need you so much. It’s hard to see past you. Although, to be honest, I’m not trying very hard. I love the view.”
“It’s okay if you do think of her. I told her I wouldn’t hold it against you if you did.”
“You spoke to her?”
Lindsay set her hands atop the tight lacing of muscle that crisscrossed his abdomen, then set her chin upon them.“She was going to keep you. She was a pro at dealing with all those past lives and memories, while I was drowning in them. I had to fight for you.”
His blue eyes flamed with the heat of his emotions. “You did?”
“I know, right? After all the times I tried to push you away, I finally realized I couldn’t live—or die—without you.
So I told her if she kept you, I’d still always have some part of you, and she’d have to share.
Apparently, she decided she’d rather have you be with me and think about her, than be with her while thinking about me. ”
Adrian’s smile curled her toes. “That sounds like her.”
“I’m grateful,” she admitted. “She gave up her soul so I could keep mine.”
“I will love her for that forever. But you have my heart and soul, Lindsay.”
“I know.”
After a drawn-out moment, he exhaled audibly. “Maybe this…experience was good for her, too. Shadoe wasn’t a bad person, but she wasn’t one to sacrifice her desires for the good of others.”
“You’re thinking she matured over countless lifetimes?”
“I’d like to think so. For her sake.”
Lindsay looked down at her fingers as she traced the faint line of dark hair that bisected his abs and led to delicious places below.
After everything he had been through and everything he’d lost, Adrian still had it in him to search for silver linings.
She loved him for that, and countless other things.
“I told her I’d take whatever I can get when it comes to you. ”
He twisted deftly, caging her beneath him. Framed by his unfurling wings, he was darkly handsome. Breathtaking. “Then you’d best be prepared to take all of me.”
“Yes, neshama.” She slid her arms around his neck. “All of you. Always.”