Page 60 of Knight’s Dominion

Thank fuck.

Her leather pants fell away, and his gaze slid over her, taking in every inch of her pale skin. Her beautiful, strong body was covered in faint scars. Battle scars. His mate was a warrior. A tough, ruthless, intelligent, smart-mouthed warrior. Pride filled him even as the sight of those scars twisted fear in his gut.

How the hell had she survived this long? Grace seemed to have a death wish, threw herself into every fight like it was her last. Like she didn’t care if it was.

That thought did nothing to calm the hurricane of emotions inside him.

The near-fatal scratches she'd received on her thigh not long ago were still healing, and now her other thigh didn’t look much better. Teeth marks decorated it, and although it had stopped bleeding, the surrounding skin was severely bruised. He lightly brushed his thumb over the abused flesh.

Jack walked into the room carrying a chair. Chaos hadn't even noticed him leave.

"Sit down and rest your arm on the bed," Jack said calmly. "She needs your blood."

Her skin had turned gray and her lips were going blue. "But my blood, it won't match..."

“She’s your mate, even if you haven’t finalized things. I have to assume your blood will work on Grace, like Kryos’s does on Meredith. There’s no time to find anyone else. It’s the best chance she has right now.”

Chaos didn't need any more convincing, he sat down and offered up his veins. With quick efficiency, Jack fed a line into the artery on the inside of his wrist, then into one of Grace’s veins. Chaos sat as still as he could as Jack went around to the other side of the gurney and placed his hand over the stab wound in her side. He closed his eyes again, using his powers to give her natural healing abilities a kick start.

Her color improved almost instantly.

"That's an impressive power.” It wasn’t the first time Chaos had witnessed what the male could do, but it always amazed him. Knights had the power to heal quickly on their own. They stitched each other up if shit was bad enough. But they called Jack in when the demi in their care needed him.

Jack shook his head. "That's not me; that's your blood. And with your quick regeneration abilities you should be able to give her a pretty good amount before you feel the effects."

"She can have as much as she needs." She could have it all, every last drop.

Jack's mouth kicked up in the corner. "I don't want you passing out. If you start to feel light-headed, tell me."

After Jack had stitched her up and dressed her wounds, he removed the transfusion tube and packed up his equipment. "You can move her to your room, she'll be more comfortable in her own bed."

Jack’s assumption was a natural one, and for some unknown reason, Chaos didn't correct him.

Grabbing one of his jackets off the back of the couch, he covered her near nakedness. Now that the doc had finished patching her up, he didn't like the idea of another male looking at her like that. "What happens now?" Chaos asked.

"It's a waiting game, I'm afraid. She’ll make a full recovery, but her body took a beating. Despite the transfusion, the blood loss will have taken its toll." Jack’s gaze met his. “You need to prepare for…”

"What? Christ, what aren't you telling me?" Chaos barked.

Jack gave him an exasperated look. “…some side effects,” he finished.

Chaos’s heart kicked against the back of his ribs. “Like?"

“With the amount of your blood we had to give her, and because your blood’s so potent, her body will take a few days to process it properly. She might be aggressive, irritable, or become highly..." He cleared his throat. "...er, amorous."

Chaos’s spine went ramrod straight. Yeah, that got his attention. "You're telling me when Grace wakes up she'll be pissed off and horny?"

The doc actually blushed. “That's exactly what I'm telling you."

His dick stirred, filled. He really was an asshole, getting a hard-on while Grace lay unconscious in his living room. But shit, he wasn't made of stone, despite what everybody else thought. "Right, I'll watch for that." He ran a hand over his head. "And is it advisable to treat her, ah...symptoms?" Jesus, he never thought in a million years he'd be having this conversation.

Jack grinned. "Well, that's up to you and your mate. But I'm guessing it would definitely help with the irritability. If you do, you'll have to be careful. I don't want her stitches torn. I'll be back in a week to take some blood. I’d like to make sure it’s integrated into her system like I expect it to.”

Jack left, and Chaos carefully scooped Grace into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on his bed and pulled the covers over her. Again, she didn't stir, and he found himself leaning down and placing his ear to her lips, listening to her even breaths, feeling its warmth against his skin.

She'd scared the living crap out of him. He could honestly say that on the flight to the compound, when she'd gone limp in his arms, he'd never been more afraid in all his life.

He pulled up a chair and took her hand in his. Her skin had warmed and was no longer clammy.