Dark Wolf(50)

"But not here," Skyler said. "I don't know how long this shelter will  last. I've never tried such a thing before. Tatijana might be able to  tell us." She smoothed back his hair with loving fingers. "I'm not the  only one who needs a lot more time to heal."

He brought her hand to the warmth of his mouth, kissing her knuckles  tenderly. "I'm just fine. A little blood and I'll be up and running."

She rolled her eyes. "I see. That manly man thing you've mentioned in  the past. I guess I just haven't gotten the concept. Worse, Paul and  Josef now say the same thing."

He grinned. "See? Even they know."

Skyler shook her head. "I hate to burst your manly bubble, but they say it about themselves."

Dimitri did his best to look deflated, just to get a smile out of her.  Tension was beginning to wear on her-the thought of facing her father  and uncle. She was worried about her mother and younger sister as well.

"Let's go face the music and see if anyone has any ideas on where we can go and how we're going to get there," he suggested.

Skyler pressed her lips together and gave a small nod. "I'll need clothes."

"Have no worries, sívamet, I'll make certain everything is taken care of."

Dimitri clothed her in comfortable jeans and a soft, long-sleeved shirt.  She kept shivering, although she could control her body's temperature.  He took his time, braiding her hair by hand, giving her a little extra  time to sort out in her mind what she was going to say to her father.

"I'll be right beside you," Dimitri assured her. "You know I would never allow anyone to get ugly with you."

"Gabriel isn't like that," Skyler said. "He'll be disappointed . . . not  angry. I hated lying to my parents. They didn't deserve it, but I knew  they would have tried to stop me." She turned her head to look over her  shoulder at him as he tugged at her hair. "Nothing, no one could have  stopped me, Dimitri."

He stroked his hand down her braid. "I know. Not even me. That's just  one of the million reasons why I love you. You scare me to death with  your courage, Skyler, you really do."

She smiled at him. "I told you, it wasn't courage, it was selfishness. I wasn't about to live without you."

She could turn him inside out without trying. His heart had gone into  some ridiculous meltdown. She took the breath from his lungs, made his  blood surge hotly and found a way to make him feel the most intense,  overwhelming love he hadn't even known could exist.

There was nothing he could say to her, no words to express how, over the  last three years, she had changed his life so completely. She'd given  him purpose. Love. A reason to exist. She made every dark day he'd  suffered over the centuries disappear. She made every brutal, ugly kill  worthwhile.

Skyler. There was no other woman like her. A lump in his throat  threatened to choke him. He forced air through his lungs. "Let's do  this." His emotions were too raw, too intense. At moments like this one,  he didn't trust himself to be alone with her. He wanted her to come to  him gradually, to see that a physical relationship was simply another  aspect of sharing their lives together. Body. Mind. Heart. Soul.

He hadn't considered that his gentle initiation would throw him into a  firestorm of need or that every moment in her company would increase his  love for her and only add fuel to that fire.

"You'll need clothes, too, my love," she pointed out gently, stroking  her hand down his bare chest. "And don't think I'm not going to spend a  very long time on these wounds of yours the moment we're alone and in a  safer place."

The intimacy in her voice, that soft, almost husky note sent fingers of  desire teasing down his spine, testing his control to his limits. He  knew she would use her mouth on him, on each of those chain links from  his neck to his ankles. His body shuddered with pleasure at the thought.

Dimitri waved his hand to don his own clothes, making certain both of  them were immaculate as he wrapped his arm around her and floated them  toward the opening above them.

He wasn't looking forward to facing her father either, but he wanted to  see Fen. Fen had tried to be polite and not touch his mind, not  interrupt his time with Skyler, but they'd always looked out for one  another and Fen needed to see that Dimitri was alive and well.

Of course, he wasn't all that well. His insides felt raw and sore. He  was far weaker than he'd imagined he'd be or he would have given Skyler  blood. They both needed the safe haven she'd spoken of, a place to heal  and be alone.

Gabriel and Lucian stood shoulder to shoulder some distance from where  Skyler and Dimitri had rested in the ground. They seemed to be studying  the western side of the forest carefully, but the moment the couple  surfaced, they swung around, sensing their presence.

Gabriel immediately strode toward them, Lucian a step behind. Skyler  started to run to her father, but it was impossible, she was too weak.  She had to stand, waiting, Dimitri's arms holding her upright, for her  father to reach her.

The moment he did, Skyler went into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Gabriel,"  she whispered. "I would never have put you and Francesca through such an  ordeal if I felt I had any other choice."                       
       
           



       

Dimitri found her choice of words intriguing. He found himself admiring  her all the more. He knew she was genuinely sorry for what her parents  had gone through, thinking she was dead, but she was also taking a  stand, signaling to her father that she was grown up and making her own  decisions.

Gabriel's hard hold on her had to hurt, but she didn't wince or try to  pull away. Her father kissed the top of her head. "We thought you were  dead, Skyler. All of us. Everyone. Finding you alive is a miracle."

Lucian removed her gently from her father's grasp. "You scared the hell  out of us, girl," he reprimanded. "Meaning no one can possibly get angry  with you now that you're alive."

Skyler hugged her uncle. "That's a relief. I was worried I might be locked in my room for a millennium."

"Gabriel couldn't lock you in your room for an hour let alone a millennium," Lucian pointed out.

Even as her uncle teased her, the legendary warriors had their gaze on  Dimitri. He didn't flinch. He'd never been a man to be intimidated, but  he suddenly wished he was in a little better shape. He felt Fen come up  on his right side. Big brother playing the badass. Fen could look  intimidating when he wanted, and right now he was staring the twins  down.

Skyler extracted herself from Lucian's arms and leaned into Dimitri,  deliberately, he was certain. She kept her smile as she wrapped on arm  around Dimitri's waist. He felt the slight trembling in her body.

"I asked Dimitri to claim me before I rescued him. I was afraid if I  wasn't successful, he would die. I would have chosen to follow him and I  would have been terrified without our souls being bound together." She  looked her father in the eye when she told him.

Gabriel began to shake his head as she spoke.

Lucian put a hand on his shoulder. "It is done, brother. There is  nothing to be done for it now. She's taken the matter out of all of our  hands."

"He could have refused her." There was a warning in Gabriel's tone.

"Would you refuse your lifemate?" Lucian asked softly. "She was right to  do as she did. Dimitri was in trouble and she went to him. She's his  true lifemate, there's no denying it."

"There was every chance I wouldn't get to him in time," Skyler said. She  reached out a hand to her father. "I can't live without him. You know  what that's like. If something happened to Francesca . . ."

Gabriel shook his head again. "Don't say it. Don't think it."

"Daddy," Skyler said, for the first time sounding like a lost child. "I had no choice. You have to see that and understand."

Dimitri stirred, every protective instinct rising fast. His heart  actually ached for her. Skyler needed reassurance from Gabriel. She had  done the right thing. All of them knew it, but her father didn't want to  concede that she was old enough to make her own decisions. He didn't  want to let the child go and acknowledge that she was a woman.

Dimitri gathered her closer into his arms, sheltering her body against  his. Going openly against Gabriel ran the danger of putting Skyler in  the position of defending her father. Still . . . he wasn't about to  allow anyone, even her father, to make her feel so terrible and guilty.  Skyler had chosen to save her lifemate. She had been mortally wounded in  the process and had undergone the conversion. She desperately needed  her father to understand.

"No one else could find him," Fen said before Dimitri could speak. "Not  even me. Whatever they have together is something very special."

It took a great deal of discipline for Dimitri to stand there silently  and allow others to plead their case to Gabriel. He respected the  legendary warrior, but he wasn't afraid of him, and he didn't feel he  owed him an explanation. More, he wanted to lash out and tell the man to  see Skyler for who she was, not the frightened child Gabriel had taken  in, loved and nurtured.