Destiny. Her name shimmered in her mind. The way he said it was musical. He always made her feel beautiful even though she knew she wasn’t. But he made her believe, whenever he was with her, or when he was speaking to her, that she was beautiful and worthwhile. That she could dream and hope. That she could belong. That someone saw her as a woman and not a monster.
Her hands were shaking as she placed her palms against his chest to push him away. She couldn’t handle this. She couldn’t be with people after being alone for so long. She couldn’t do it. But her hands just lay there helplessly. Her fingers curled into the silk of his shirt.
For a moment his breath caught in his throat. She was giving herself into his keeping without a thought for herself. Nicolae felt humbled by her generosity. “I am not people, little one, I am Nicolae, and I belong with you. You have been sharing your life with me for many years now.” The kisses trailed to her ear. “I claim you as my lifemate.” His teeth teased her ear-lobe, sent a shiver through her body, heated her bloodstream. Left her breathless. Without words to protest. “I belong to you.”
Destiny’s stomach somersaulted. Nicolae did belong to her. She knew he belonged to her. He was her sanity. Her savior. His mouth slid along her neck, gently, tenderly, to linger over the vicious wounds in her throat. “I offer my life for you. I give you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours.”
She felt it, the difference inside her, the sudden wrenching deep within, turning, forming, completing something that had long been torn in two. Fear shook her, but she still didn’t push at his chest or loosen her hold on his shirt. She clung to him instead, digging her fingers into his shirt, holding him close to her.
“Your life, happiness and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.”
His lips settled on hers, robbed her of air, gave her his own breath. Took her heart and gave her his. His mind settled into her mind. His teeth teased her bottom lip until she opened to him. Yearned for him. His tongue swept inside the sweet recesses of her mouth, teased hers into an erotic duel. He gave her no time to feel the ties strengthening between them, drawing them closer so that they became one soul. Two halves of the same whole. It would only panic her.
Nicolae took his time, making a thorough job of kissing her. His body was hard and painfully full. The demon roared for release, roared to continue the ritual, to claim her fully, make her irrevocably his. His fangs threatened to lengthen, wanting to taste her blood, wanting a true exchange as it was meant to be. His heart and soul sang with complete joy.
Nicolae.
There was a faint ache in her voice, betraying her own deep needs and cravings. He felt her strength ebbing.
“You need to go to ground. Once more, Destiny, take my blood.” He murmured the words against her lips.
You are weak.
It was a faint protest, but her mouth left his and traveled along his neck to his throat. His entire body clenched as her teeth teased the spot over his pulse.
Will you have time to hunt before you go to ground? I will feed.
The anticipation strained his muscles till they were rock hard, defined clearly beneath his thin shirt. His breath slammed out of his lungs as her fangs sank deep. White-hot erotic pleasure. He closed his eyes and let it happen. Fire spread through his blood straight to his heavy erection. The heat threatened to be his undoing. He shuddered with the effort to maintain control.
Destiny was careful to take only enough to sustain her through recovery. Her tongue swirled over the tiny pinpricks, lingered for a moment before she lifted her head. She was all too aware of his discomfort, the terrible need gripping him. She gave him the only thing she had to give.
Put me in the earth and set the safeguards, please, Nicolae. I am very tired.
Nicolae went very still. He had been certain he would have to force her compliance, but she surprised him. He didn’t make the mistake of allowing her to think too long about her request. He seized control immediately and sent her to sleep.
Nicolae held her for a long time, staring down at her face. She looked young and vulnerable, an angel with features that were far too seductive for his peace of mind. Or for the peace of his body. He felt humbled by her trust. He had never supposed she would trust him enough to sleep in the same chamber with him, no matter how severely injured she was. He sighed softy and lowered her into the rich bed of soil. Destiny. His world. She lay so still, her breath stilled in her lungs. His hands lingered on her as he surveyed her injuries.
The air in the chamber stirred gently and he whirled around swiftly, a dark, dangerous predator, menace in every line of his body. His eyes flashed a hot reprimand at his brother. “You did not warn me.”
“It is good for you. You have spent so much time sharing her head, I think it best to test your skills now and then.”
Nicolae relaxed slightly. “Very funny. Your sense of humor has warped over the centuries.”
“I did not know I had a sense of humor.” Vikirnoff studied the lines of strain in his brother’s face. “You are arrogant and you do not even realize it. You do not even seek to hide her resting place from me.”
“I trust you.”
“You do not trust me with her life, Nicolae. I am in your head just as you are in mine. You know how strong you are; you believe I am not a threat to you because you know you can protect her.”
Nicolae raked a hand through the black silk of his hair, leaving it more disheveled than ever. “I believe in you, Vikirnoff.”
Vikirnoff shook his head. “You believe in yourself. She has no idea how dangerous you are. How strong you are. After you connected with her you shouldered part of her physical pain, lessened her emotional pain, all the while going from continent to continent hunting for her. You battled the undead where you found them and avoided all contact with our people as Vladimer requested. You went on her hunts with her, helping orchestrate them, feeding her your own strength and power from great distances and shielding her from that knowledge. I know of no other Carpathian who has accomplished such a feat. Why do you hide your strength from her? And why do you allow this?” His hands gestured toward the bed of soil where Destiny lay, bruised and torn. “Why do you not forbid this behavior and simply put an end to your suffering? You are a Carpathian male. This is hell for you.”
There was no reprimand in Vikirnoff’s voice; there never was. He was mildly curious about behavior he couldn’t fathom. Vikirnoff clearly found it incomprehensible that a Carpathian male would allow his lifemate to live in constant danger.
Nicolae shrugged his broad shoulders. The simple movement sent a ripple through his powerful muscles, a subtle warning to those who might see only his unfailing elegance. “She is my lifemate. I will do what is necessary for her, no matter what the cost. Destiny needs to be in control of her life more than she needs my protection.”
“That makes no sense. We have few women. She is needed, alive and capable of giving birth to a female child. Why would you allow such unnecessary danger to her? Take her to our homeland where she belongs.”