Page 88 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“I’ll do anything. He almost died trying to save me.”

Caden huffed. “We don’t have tools or a way to sterilize. You could get an infection.”

“We’ll stop somewhere later, but he needs helpnow.”

Well, fuck, maybe I looked even worse than I felt.

The next thing I registered was her pressing something against my lips.

“Please, please open your eyes.”

I wanted to, but my eyelids weighed far too much to accomplish her request. The pressure on my lips burned with a growing ferocity. I didn’t have the energy to move away from it.

Logan pried open my mouth and shoved the curve of her throat beneath my fangs. She clung to me with a desperation that singed my fur, the heat of her magic burrowing into me.

“Seth, if you die I swear to all the gods…bite me.”

I lapped at her skin, but apparently that wasn’t good enough because she shoved down on my muzzle hard, my fangs slipping into her skin like a hot knife through butter. My tongue moved weakly, taking in the coppery flavor and warmth of the blood. The sizzle of it sank into my bones and warmed me from the inside out, crashing through the cold left by the monster until I was on the verge of overheating.

I tried to move away, but Logan was stronger than me right now. I let the drool slide out of the corners of my mouth and gave another exhausted lick. She pressed her face against my fur. I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

The world blinked out again.

Her tears sank down to my skin, a chant ofdon’t die, don’t die, don’t dieaccompanying them. More coppery blood slid down my throat, the searing heat forcing me into fuzzy awareness.

The shadows around me warped until everything was green. Canopies of leaves stretched above me, ferns curled around my legs, and soft moss cushioned my body. Logan lay next to me, our limbs entwined, my fangs still buried in her throat. I wasn’t in panther form in this strange vision-world, and the skin to skin was a comfort I needed.

She tasted so fucking good.

A figure made of starlight watched over us, her hand on my shoulder, and her eyes a bottomless void I fell into.

Bite if you wish, Logan. No harm will come from claiming your mate.

A sharpness pierced my throat, two bolts of electricity that charged my cells.

Logan’s heartbeat was too loud. It pounded like a drum next to mine, tendrils of fire reaching from her to me, steadying my own heart to match the pace of hers. More and more of her burstinto my awareness: the slow expansion of her lungs, the panic laced in her veins, the affection so strong I could drown in it.

I’m so sorry. Her voice whispered in my head.This is all my fault.

No.It’s mine.

I detached my fangs from her skin and licked over the puncture wounds, being sure to catch every drop of blood. I held onto the force of Logan’s heartbeat, her breath, letting it command those activities in my own body. I wasn’t strong enough to do it myself. The cold nothingness pawed at my back, coaxing me to let go, to give in and sink into the peace I knew it would bring.

Don’t leave me. Logan’s order ricocheted through me.

My eyes popped open and I winced, closing them immediately again. The world was way too fucking bright, the softness of the strange other-world gone in favor of sharp reality. Logan lifted me with her knees and pressed a soft kiss to my nose.

I growled. Being alive felt like way too much work, but I would try for her. She stroked my fur and I made a valiant attempt to open my eyes again, blinking rapidly to stem the watering that erupted. It wasn’t even that bright, but it hurt to see.

She sobbed and kissed my cheek again. “Thank fucking gods.”

I didn’t have the strength to move, but at least I could see now. Logan was pale and covered in dirt, twigs in her hair, but a fair amount of that was probably from the fucking and not the monster. She was totally naked and had my face nestled against her bare chest.

“Hey.” She patted my cheek again, drawing my attention to her face. “How do you feel?”

Something was wrong. I didn’t have the energy to shift right now, but when I reached for the spark of power that always sat comfortably inside me, it was like moving my hand through smoke.

Gone.

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