Damon POV
Rayna sagged in my arms, her body trembling with exhaustion, her skin still streaked with blood that wasn’t all her own. I laid her on the bed, but the sight of crimson smeared across her throat, her chest, her hands - her claws - lit a growl low in my chest.
She was magnificent. Terrifying. But she was mine. And I couldn’t leave her like this.
“Come.” My voice came out rough, more command than request. “You need the blood off you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, silver faint at the edges. “I don’t care,” she whispered. “Not right now. I just- ”
I cut her off with a kiss, hard and grounding, then pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips. “I care. You’re not sleeping in another man’s blood.”
She blinked, breath hitching, and let me pull her up. Her legs wobbled, but I he
