Point of No Return by Tara Fox Hall Page B

There was pain now, though pleasure was still there
faintly.
    I forced myself to be calm, to relax as he
sucked persistently. Abruptly Dev stopped, withdrawing his fangs
from me, his eyes melting fire. He kissed my neck gently, then
kissed my cheek. “Remember you are mine, Sar. I’ll come to you
soon.”
    I nodded uneasily. Devlin went to Titus, and
they disappeared together.
    “I’ll teleport Tasha to the werecompound for
now, and make sure she stays sleeping,” Terian said, picking up her
limp form. “I can contact her father in the morning by reading her
memories, then we’ll get her back home.”
    “Go, please,” Danial said, coming over to me.
“I need a moment with Sar.”
    Terian disappeared.
    “Sar, what he did hurt, didn’t it?”
    “Yes, a little. It’s healed, isn’t it?”
    “For the most part,” Danial said, putting his
lips to mine. “Hold still.”
    I kissed him gently, then drew back and
guided his head down on my neck. Unexpectedly, instead of healing
me, he sank his own fangs in. I let out another gasp of surprise,
shifting uneasily. Danial drank a few long pulls, then withdrew,
healing me.
    “Why did you bite, when you know it hurts?” I
said warily, stepping away from him.
    “If your pain is returning, this may be the
last time I can casually,” Danial said, grabbing my arm. He
embraced me again. “I wanted to take advantage. I’m worried that
once you dream of Theo, you’ll decide to leave again.”
    He’d done it because Devlin had, no matter
what he said. “I promised not to,” I replied. “I didn’t want to do
this.”
    “You seemed besotted enough just now,” Danial
said, his tone despondent.
    I had been, until Devlin touched me .
“Titus said there wasn’t another way.”
    “Maybe not,” Danial sighed. “In any case,
it’s done. Please, whatever happens, do not cease your weekly
visits to me. I don’t want to lose you again, even if the price is
separate beds. Let us remain Oathed, even if it’s only in
name.”
    I stared at him. “I took a vow. I’m not
breaking it.”
    Danial looked back, unflinching. “Even if
Theo asks you to?”
    I clung to him, wanting to assuage his
despair. “I don’t want that, either. I was and am happy being
Oathed. What I really want is to stay here and not leave,” I
admitted, looking over at Theo’s sleeping form. “This was starting
to work with you, me, and Dev.”
    “It still can,” Danial said stubbornly. “If
everyone is respectful of everyone else. When you wake, talk it
over with Theo, and try to convince him of that.” He kissed my
forehead. “For both our sakes.”
    “I will,” I said, hugging him. “But I’m
afraid. You’re right about me being affected. I felt like a
different person, those few moments in the great room.”
    “Remember who you are, Oathed One, and be
strong: the fearless woman I fell in love with. Remember that I
love you—”
    Titus and Terian reappeared. “It’s time,
Sar,” Titus rumbled.
    I hugged Danial again. “Can you please
explain what’s happened with Theo to Elle? She’ll accept it easiest
coming from you.”
    Danial nodded. “Of course. Go, Love. Call me
when you can.”
    Titus picked up Theo’s prone form, and Terian
grabbed my hand. In an instant, we were inside my house. Ghost and
Darkness went crazy yelping, snapping and snarling at Titus. I
grabbed both of them, and hauled them by their collars out into the
backyard.
    “Where do you want him?” Titus said from the
door.
    I came back inside, as the dogs began to
howl. “In the bedroom, quickly.”
    Terian squeezed my hand, then disappeared.
Leaving the dogs outside, I followed after Titus into the
bedroom.
    Leaving Theo sprawled on the bed, Titus
turned to me. “Good Luck.”
    “Will he be safe, when we wake up tomorrow?
Could this happen again to him or to me, that a love spell might
ensnare us?”
    “No, not to either of you,” Titus said
seriously. “What I told everyone was true. You are going to