Night Unbound(50)

Zach shouldered open the door and entered her home. “Why didn’t you use the sedative?”
“They caught me on the way to the network. I didn’t have time to pick any up before I went to their aid.”
Two beeps emanated from the alarm touchpad set into the wall.
He kicked the door closed.
Two more beeps.
Lisette punched in her access code and stopped the beeps. “By the way, I always leave the indoor motion sensors off when I set the alarm. Tracy does, too. Otherwise Richart will set the alarm off when he teleports in.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want you to feel free to teleport inside any time you want to, instead of waiting on the front porch. Just listen first to ensure Tracy isn’t home.”
He stared down at her.
“What?”
He shook his head. She didn’t know how rare her invitation was. Or the trust it indicated.
“Anyway,” she continued, “Richart had some auto-injectors, but he and Jenna weren’t able to join us until right after the last vampire fell.”
“Do you need blood?” He could feel her trembling.
“Yes.”
He headed into the living room and started to lower her onto the sofa.
“Not the sofa,” she protested. “I don’t want to get blood all over it. I’ll be fine, sitting at the kitchen table.”
How much blood had she lost?
Zach carried her into the kitchen, telekinetically drew a wooden chair back from the table, and gently lowered her onto it.
“Thank you,” she said with another smile.
Uncertain how to reply, he turned to open the refrigerator door.
She laughed as he drew out the specially designed drawer she kept blood in and took out a trio of bags. “Sometimes you remind me so much of Roland.”
Closing both the drawer and the door, he returned to her. “The immortal who tried to choke me with a piano wire?” Zach set the bags on the table and drew out the chair catty-corner to her.
“He was only looking out for Marcus.” Sending him a contrite smile, she picked up a bag. “And, if you’re going to blame someone for capturing and interrogating you, blame me. It was pretty much my idea.”
It had happened months ago, after Lisette had caught Zach secretly conversing with Ami.
He seated himself and scooted a little closer. “You were worried about Ami. I can’t fault you for that.” And the interrogation had allowed him to speak to her directly for the first time.
She held the bag with one hand and sank her fangs into it. Her other arm rested on the table.
Zach didn’t know how long it would take the virus to heal her wounds once her blood supply was replenished, but didn’t wish to wait. Reaching out, he took her free hand in his own.
He heard her heart begin to beat faster at the contact, racing to match the increased thumping of his own. Raising her hand, still sticky in places with congealing blood, to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it, then covered it with his other hand.
Healing warmth grew within him and traveled from his body into hers.
Her breath caught.
He cursed mentally as his mind filled with an inventory of her injuries and images of the battle that had inflicted them.
His hands acquired a slight glow.
Face flushing, eyes wide, Lisette lowered the now-empty blood bag she held and stared at him. The tightness in her face eased as her wounds closed and healed. Yet her breath shortened.
The glow in his hands faded, as did the warmth. Once more, Zach raised her hand to his lips for a kiss.
“Did you . . . did you just heal me?” she asked, her lovely eyes now lit with amber.
“Yes.” Every cut, puncture, bruise, and abrasion.
“Is that all you did?”
“Yes.” When she continued to stare at him, he frowned. “Why?”
“Roland and Seth have healed me I don’t know how many times over the centuries. David, too. But their touch . . . their healing warmth . . . never made me feel the way yours just did.”
“How did mine make you feel?” he asked, unsure what those lovely eyes reflected.
“Like I want to tear your pants off, strip naked, and explore the Kama Sutra with you.”
Zach stared at her, his body going rock hard as flames ignited within him. “My healing touch made you desire me?” He had never heard of such a thing.
“I desired you before you healed me,” she said without missing a beat. “Now?” Her heated gaze roved him like a pair of hands. “Now I want to lick every inch of you.”
His hands tightened around hers. All of the reasons he should keep her at a distance slunk back into the dark recesses of his mind as he imagined her doing just that and wondered how fucking fantastic it would feel.
A faint tremor shook her hand.