Chapter 162

YENA

The knocking on the door stopped but then the voices got louder and more frantic. They were panicking, listening to the machine that was telling them their patient had stopped breathing.

I gulped in a huge inhale, covered Nolan’s mouth with mine again and blew every bit of breath I had into him.

“Come on,” I begged when I came up for air. “Please wake up, Nolan.”

And just when I started to seriously doubt that my prince would ever breathe on his own again, he did.

His eyes opened first. And then he gasped. The sound was dry and frightening.

“Nolan! Oh thank Goddess, you’re alive!”

He coughed, gagging, as he tried to exhale. My hands were clasping his face. His next breath was a little better but still stertorous. His eyes flickered around my face, recognizing but not recognizing me, and he whispered hoarsely, “Yena. Is that really you?”

The ecstatic relief that was washing over me allowed me to burst out into laughter. “Of course it’s me. Who else would I be?”

I stopped laughing long enough to plant a joyful kiss on his lips.

He gasped for air again—his throat was dry, damaged from the breathing tube.

“Oh, shit,” I said, remembering myself. “Don’t talk. You need to drink more of my blood. Are you strong enough to bite me?”

As soon as I said those words, I saw a flash of green light up in Nolan’s eyes. He nodded and licked his lips. I lowered my body against his, and the second my neck was flush with his mouth, he opened wide and sank his teeth in hard.

I couldn’t help that I shrieked. His teeth were big and sharp and they pierced my skin fast, so it didn’t hurt.

In fact, it felt good. Very good.

It felt good to have our bodies pressed together like this. That magnet that drew me all the way here from the airport was still pulling us together, like a force of gravity. It felt good to feel Nolan drawing on my blood, my life force pouring into his, the soft movements of his lips and tongue on my neck. And then his hands, growing strong again, started tracing the shapes of my hips and thighs.

Nolan threw his head back, panting for air, and howled. Trickles of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

All sounds outside the room went absolutely silent.

Nolan was back.

My hands ran across his chest, feeling for the gunshot wound. It felt like it had stopped bleeding.

I was staring at the healing wound in amazement when suddenly, with a surge of wild energy that I felt pulsing like heat waves in all the places where our bodies touched, but mostly where my hips were sitting on top of his, Nolan ripped the IV and wires out of his arms and sat up, clutched me to him, and kissed me deeply.

A moan escaped my lips. My whole body was lighting up with that fire, that spark of magic that happened when we were together, that I remembered oh so well and had been missing for way too long.

There were no more words spoken for a while. We were naked, bloody and frantic with the wild energy of our wolves. Nolan threw me back and got on top of me fast, his body hard and ready, and slid the whole length of himself inside of me in a split second, pulling a primal scream from my throat. And within what felt like just a few seconds, he’d thrust his weight against me so hard, the hospital bed collapsed below us.

We had to shove some stuff aside, rolling around on the floor in the middle of all the debris. I was on top for a minute, and he liked that, but then he had me on my back again, and he liked that even more. He drove himself into me fast and hard, seeming to get stronger every second that he was inside of me, and I started to worry that we’d go crashing through the floor next.

Suddenly he bit into my neck again, on the other side, and I came.

It struck me like an electric shock, taking control of my body away from me. I clutched onto Nolan for dear life. I never wanted to let him go. I never wanted us to be apart again.

He lapped his tongue across my neck, slowed down the pulsing rhythm of his hips, and then pulled his head back to look into my eyes. I was still shaking, my body still tightening around him, and I could feel that he was close to going over the edge, too, but he was trying to hold back.

His eyes were intense, glowing green and penetrating. They were most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He was still fucking me, but gently. It felt so good and kept me coming for longer than I expected, longer than I thought bliss like that could last.

“Open your eyes.”

I did as he said. He always used to say that to me. He wanted to watch, look in my eyes when I was in this state.

“I love you, Yena.” His face lightened. Desperate desire was replaced by something new, something I hadn’t seen on Nolan’s face before, a look of pure, simple adoration.

“I love you, too.” My voice was a whisper.

He pressed his lips to mine tenderly. My heart felt like it was going to explode. Then a rush of air fell from his mouth into mine as he growled and panted. He pressed himself even deeper inside of me, and finally I felt him coming.

He slid out of me when he was done, and set his body down beside mine. I was wrecked. Not a single muscle would have obeyed if I had tried to stand up, or do just about anything in that moment.

“Yena.” Nolan was staring at me, his face serious. “Are you okay?”

And now I was laughing again. “Oh, Nolan, you were just practically dead. And now you are asking me if I’m okay.”

He grinned. A big, happy, bloody smile. I laughed and couldn’t stop. I had the giggles.

Then he started kissing me sweetly, all over my body. It didn’t help, only made the giggle fit even worse. I had to tell him to stop.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling. Then he kissed me tenderly on the forehead, and my eyes flickered closed. He put his arms around me, and next thing I knew, he was picking me up off the floor and cradling me like a baby. “You need to get some rest,” he said.

“We can’t go out there like this. There’s like a hundred people on the other side of that door, Nolan.”

He frowned. “I don’t think so. But it looks like there’s a shower in here, anyway. Let me get you cleaned up. And then I’ll take you to our room.”

“Our room,” I repeated dreamily. The words sounded so nice. Suddenly I had a vision of our big bed, covered in clean, black satin sheets. And wanted so badly to be there.

Nolan set me down on shaky legs, but kept his arm around me for support. He looked at me with a puzzled, concerned expression and said, “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have assumed you were moving back, just because you came here to save me…” He turned and got the shower started behind him.

“Nolan, no.” I reached up and grabbed his face, made him look me. “Listen. I can’t wait to go back to our room. I do want to move back. If you’ll have me.”

He smiled hesitantly. “I want you back more than anything in the world, Yena. I don’t want anyone but you. I would do anything to have you back.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I told him. “You have me. I’m here. And I’m not leaving this time.”