Fireblood Dragon: Fire In His Blood Part 9

Darkness gnaws at my edges, but I force myself to ignore it. I think of Clau-dah and her green eyes and her cloud of soft red hair. It makes me want to lose myself in the mating urges. To return to the strange lair she hides inside, push her against the stone, and claim her as mine. Taste her. Claim her. Bite her and give her the fire for her blood that will mark her as mine.

I am a patient drakoni. Normally. But around Clau-dah, I lose control. She makes the emotions in me go wild. It is not surprising. Ever since I have been pulled to this infernal place, I have been nothing but wild emotions, most of them angry. With Clau-dah around, my senses are under a different kind of attack.

I need her. Crave her.

And she still fears me. Not as much, but it is still there.

Progress. She tells me no, but I can smell her arousal. I could see her eyes dilate when I touched her. Perhaps her word will not always be no.

I didn't intend to pounce on her. I'd simply been exploring her, taking care of her. She was letting me touch her, and it was a moment I intended to cherish. Taking care of my mate is a joy, and I wanted nothing more than to continue doing so for hours. But as soon as I scented her aroused musk in the air, I'd lost control. Just the barest taste of her female scent in the air had been enough to drive sanity away and brings me back to the edge again. Only the knowledge that I would lose her forever if I forced her to mate kept me from pus.h.i.+ng deep between her thighs.

Her arousal is curious to me, though. Females of my kind do not go into heat unless they have been conquered in battle. But Clau-dah? She responds to soft touches and affection.

I can be soft with her.

And I can be patient.

Until then, I must leave her alone. I retreat across the room and take the highest vantage point so I can watch both the sky and the lair my mate is hiding in. It will give me distance from her so I do not smell her arousal again and lose control. I need all of my control right now.

11.

CLAUDIA.

I don't have the courage to leave the safety of the bathroom just yet.

I finish my makes.h.i.+ft bath, my hands trembling the entire time. Every time I rub one of the rough paper towels over my skin, I'm reminded of Kael's fascination and intense concentration as he bathed me, and I can't quite stop s.h.i.+vering. And the worst? I'm not s.h.i.+vering from fear. But arousal is no good-he lost his s.h.i.+t the moment I got wet, so he must be able to smell it. I can't let this distract him. I scrub between my legs, confused by my own arousal and more than a little annoyed by it. This is not the time to get turned on. This is the time to be a stone-cold b.i.t.c.h. I just need to stick things out until it's safe to return to Fort Dallas, and then I can make a break for it. The mayor changed his mind. Even if he didn't and it's a trap, I still need to go back and get Amy. Kael will just have to find a new girl to hover over.

A big dragon-man with hot amber-on-gold eyes and possessive caresses that make me want to abandon all sanity? Not part of the deal.

I'm a loon for getting turned on in the first place. He's a killer. A dragon. The scourge that destroyed the Earth and caused most of humanity to be wiped out in a matter of years. It's only through sheer luck and determination that Amy and I haven't been counted among the billions that perished.

Dragons are the enemy.

It doesn't matter that Fort Dallas wants me to 'tame' him. What am I going to do with him even if he is tamed? Tell him to go away? Fat chance. The way he hovers attentively around me, he'd never agree to that unless I went with him. Even now, I bet he's lurking outside of the bathroom, just waiting for me to come out again.

Dragons are killers. I have to remember that. I repeat this to myself over and over again as I finish bathing, then wash my hair in the sink and try to work out the worst of the tangles. When I can't stall any further, I peek out the bathroom door and give him a wary look.

Kael crouches atop a mound of rubble, looking just as majestic and fierce in human form as he does in dragon. He's scanning the skies, and the moment I open the door, he glances over at me. His eyes are calm, gold on gold. That's good, at least.

I manage a friendly smile as I shut the door behind me and head out again. He descends from his little mountain, moving toward me with authoritative strides. When he gets to my side, he gives me a possessive once-over, sniffing me, and then touches my wet hair, rubbing it between his fingers.

I rub my arms, a little s.h.i.+very due to the fact that I'm naked and it's windy. Yeah, those are the reasons. Sure. "Don't suppose you happen to know where the nearest un-pillaged department store is, do you?" At his blank look, I sigh. "Guess not."

The rest of the day continues kind of like the last one. We circle around each other warily, trying to communicate and failing. Kael stalks me with every step, shadowing me wherever I go, watching me with hungry eyes. I take a nap when I'm tired of exploring-though it's not much exploring when you're afraid to do anything that might alarm the other party-and when I wake up, I'm starving. Through a few pantomimes, I ask Kael for food.

Hunger's not the only reason I ask. If he leaves, I can slip away and return to Fort Dallas. I've decided that I need to check on Amy, regardless of if my life is in danger from the militia. My sister can't fend for herself, not with her bad leg. She's got no food to eat and we've got no money saved. I have to get back to her. Amy's counting on me.

And that means risking a return to the city. So I have to make Kael leave, and I gesture that he should go hunting.

He does, but he takes me with him, carried in his claws. So much for that. And it seems he's trying to antic.i.p.ate my needs, because this time, when he runs down an animal, he doesn't bother to snap its neck.

He just breathes fire on it and roasts it as it tries to run away.

The pained bellows of the dying cow are awful to hear. I sob as it dies, because I feel responsible. Kael's trying to please me, and because he is, this critter gets a terrible death. I sob even harder when I eat a hunk of his flank, because I'm too hungry to waste food, even if it died badly. And I sniff unhappily as I wash my hands in the sink afterward. We're going to have to have a talk about humane butchering of food.

Provided we can ever have a talk, that is. Our dialogue is mostly our names and 'no.' I'm not getting anywhere with him. It's like he's not interested in learning, and it's frustrating.

That night, I sleep curled up against him again. He remains in dragon form after the hunt, protectively cradling me between his forelegs and against his breast. His enormous heart thunders against my ear, and it's almost peaceful.

Except...I keep thinking about that cow. And my sister, who's probably starving to death waiting for me.

Unless she goes to talk to b.l.o.w.j.o.b Becky about work... I shudder. Not Amy. Not happy, innocent Amy, who sees the good in everything and refuses to get cynical like her older sister.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but I see the cow in my dreams. Running away, crying out in terror, and then blasted with flame. Sometimes in my dream, it's my sister.

Sometimes it's me.

12.

Three Days Later

CLAUDIA.

"Let's try this again," I say to Kael. "Water." I run my fingers under the tap of the bathroom sink. "Waaaaa-terrrr."

"Clau-dah," Kael rumbles in that deep, overtly s.e.xy voice. "Clau-dah Kael." His hand slides around my waist, big and scorchingly warm against my skin.

I flick droplets of water on his face from my fingertips. "You suck. I know you understand me. You're just being difficult, aren't you?" But I find that my mouth is curling into a bit of a smile anyhow. "Difficult and flirty."

It's hard to stay mad at Kael when he's showing a mischievous side. I'm in a surprisingly good mood this morning despite my vicious dreams. Maybe it's because of Kael himself, I think, as I turn off the tap. It's been a few days since Kael found me, but they've been surprisingly easy days. I've been fed, I've got water to wash with and to drink, and a warm place to sleep at night curled up against Kael. I've found an old janitor's uniform in one of the closets, and even though it's paper-thin and will probably rip to shreds with the wrong move, it's clothing. The new building's kind of nice, and it's quiet.

The only thing I'm missing is Amy. Sasha, too, but I worry less about her being able to take care of herself. I'm haunted by thoughts of Amy starving, but I can't get Kael to take me back to the city. He'll do a lot of things for me, but I don't think that's on the table.

So I pa.s.s my time with Kael, and...he's a surprisingly good companion. His eyes whirl black less and less, and he hasn't had any crazy episodes. It's like the longer he's around me, the better he is. I'm good with that. He hasn't tried to rape me, or touch me in the middle of the night when he thinks I'm sleeping. He's attentive and flirty, sure, but one simple 'no' shuts things down. He's comfortable to be around, and I never thought I'd say that about a dragon. We don't speak a lot, but I still feel...pampered. Coveted. It's weird, but I can't deny it.

Like today.

When I woke up this morning, he'd immediately changed to his human form and then spent the next several minutes checking over my scratches and bruises, as if nothing else was more important than making sure I was okay. And that...was kind of sweet. It's been a long time since I've had anyone fuss over me. With Sasha and Amy, I have to be the strong one, the one that shrugs everything off. I have to take care of them, so I can't stop and whine about cuts or bruises, or if I'm tired. With Kael...it's different. I don't have to be big and strong, because I'm not. At least, not compared to him. And all he wants to do is take care of me.

That sort of att.i.tude is growing on me.

Of course, not everything about his little inspection was nice. He examined the scratches on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the same avid intensity that he did the scratches on my arms and legs. It'd made me a little wiggly with discomfort, but he wasn't aroused over it.

Which is ironic, because I am. More and more, his inspections, his attention, and his laser focus on me gets under my skin. Not unpleasantly, but...I'm just waiting to see where it leads. I feel like I'm crazy for viewing his attentions as a weird form of foreplay, but there it is. I shouldn't, though; Kael just wants to ensure I'm all right. Sometimes I think this strange attraction I have is all in my head...but there's no denying his erection.

So I let Kael fuss over me and didn't say a thing. After he was rea.s.sured that I was whole and in one piece, he stroked my skin and repeated my name with a pleased tone that said a million things and nothing.

Hence the communication lessons. We need to figure out a way to talk.

The only problem is that Kael doesn't seem all that interested in learning English. He takes my efforts to teach him with amused patience, as if the entire thing is completely unnecessary. It's clear he's far more interested in touching me than learning to speak. Even now, he lets his claws drag through my wavy hair. He's fascinated by it.

I make an exasperated noise and turn to him. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Clau-dah," he murmurs again, and sniffs my hair.

His eyes haven't gone black a single time today, and so I feel comfortable throwing a little teasing back in his direction. "Oh yeah? How would you like it if I run my fingers through your hair, huh?" I turn to face him and reach for his tumbled bronze locks, then hesitate, just in case. When he doesn't show any reaction except eagerness, I touch his hair. The texture is surprising-it's a good deal stiffer than mine despite the loose tumble of it, and the strands feel twice as thick. I can't get over how fascinating it is. Compared to his hair, mine probably does feel like floss. Maybe I spend too much time petting his hair, because he closes his eyes and rumbles low in his chest, a sign that he enjoys my touch very much.

And I'm...not hating touching him. His hair is interesting, and I wouldn't mind playing with it a bit more. I also wouldn't mind learning by touch just what other differences he has. Does his skin feel different? What about those retractable spikes at his elbows? But I don't dare, because playing with him is like, well, playing with fire, even though I hate the irony of that particular thought.

I shouldn't encourage him. Shouldn't let him think that I'm seeking his attentions. His near-constant hard-on has made it pretty obvious what he'd like from me, and I don't know that I can return the same. So I drop my hands, and hate that I regret it a little. Funny how weirdly good it makes me feel that someone's happy just to be with me. Kael looks at me like I'm the best thing since sliced bread. I shouldn't care what a dragon-a killer, a demon of fire and ash-thinks of me.

But when he opens his eyes and his mouth c.o.c.ks up in that half-smile that mimics my own?

My silly, foolish heart skips a beat.

"Clau-dah," he murmurs again, pulling me close.

And because I'm weak, I let him drag me against him, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressing against his chest. My breath catches in my throat as I look up at him. He's huge, at least a foot taller than me, and with ma.s.sive shoulders. He could hurt me so easily. The erection stabbing into my belly reminds me that he can overpower me at any time and take what he wants.

Instead, he stands here, flirting with me in his weird dragon way. Teasing.

Kael runs his fingers through my hair again and leans in toward me. I close my eyes, wondering if he's going to kiss me, and if he does, what it'll feel like. Do dragons even know how to kiss? If he doesn't, will he let me show him how? I imagine his reaction to me putting my lips on his.

But he only leans in and inhales, sniffing my hair as if it's the best thing he's ever smelled. "Clau-dah," he murmurs again, voice low and sinfully husky.

That stupid thrum of desire skitters through me again. I'm turned on by a dragon, and it's a little worrying. He's not entirely human even in this form-his height and bulk are definitely not normal, and the strong lines of his face and the dappled striations of his skin won't let him escape notice. The spiky horns? Yeah, not normal. But to me, they're starting to become normal. Like I look at him and I don't see anything strange anymore.

It's just Kael.

I pull away from him and leave the bathroom behind, heading back out to the main area of the building's top floor. I rub my arms as I go and don't look behind me. I don't have to, because I know Kael's going to be just a few steps behind me. I feel like if I stay in that small bathroom, we're not going to be thinking about water for much longer. For some reason, whenever we get into a small room, he moves that much closer to me. And when he does, I have a hard time concentrating on anything but his nearness.

So, a change of scenery.

I walk out onto the main floor and into a pool of sunlight. I step into it and tilt my face up, closing my eyes and absorbing the warmth of the sun. The roof's gone on this end of the building, but the walls are mostly intact, and instead of making me feel like a trapped rat, it almost feels like I'm in a really big sunroom. I kind of like it. This building's full of clutter and tossed, weather-destroyed paper, but it's not concrete rubble and sc.r.a.p metal like the last one. I even like the vines and greenery that have started to crawl into every inch of the available surface. It's almost pretty, as much as anything in burned-out Old Dallas can be.

And I'm still thinking about what it'd be like to kiss Kael. d.a.m.n it.

"Clau-dah," Kael calls again, his voice teasing. I feel a s.h.i.+ver through my body at the playful sound of his voice, and turn toward him. He's two steps behind me, like I thought, and the moment I turn, he pulls me back against him, grinning like he's caught me in the world's slowest chase. I lick my lips, the tips of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s tight against his chest, and I resist the urge to rub up against him. Doing that is a Very Bad Idea. I tell myself it has to be Stockholm syndrome. Has to be. When his eyes go black, he still scares the c.r.a.p out of me.

But at the same time...I'm fascinated by the fact that I'm the center of his universe. Maybe I'm starved for attention or hungry for affection in a world that's so brutal and unforgiving that even a monster's devotion seems like a fascinating thing. I know it's not healthy. I'm...just not sure that I care.

So much of life in the After is comprised of taking things one day at a time, one meal at a time. There are no long-term plans. There's no hope for the future. There's just surviving until tomorrow.

Is it so wrong that I want to grab at a little playful affection while I can? I consider Kael, his big body pressed up against mine as he nuzzles at my throat. His scent is in my nose, his scorching skin rubbing against mine. It wouldn't take much to encourage him. A little bit of an obvious rub against the thick c.o.c.k pressed against my belly and I'd find myself up against the wall...

And this time he might not take no for an answer.

I should hate that thought. I should be revolted by it. Instead, the thought makes my body flush with desire all over again. The mental image of Kael pus.h.i.+ng me against the wall and pumping his enormous erection inside of me makes my pulse quicken and my body ache deep inside.

His body stiffens against me, and I realize he's picking up my scent in the air.

"Clau-dah," he growls low in his throat. I know that growl. He thinks I'm being a tease. Strange how my misp.r.o.nounced name suddenly holds so many meanings.

But I don't want to be a tease. Not really. I'm curious about him, too, and I keep thinking about what would happen if we kissed. If I let him touch me. Somehow, I don't think he'd hurt me. Not if he stayed in control. And he's been in control all day. Greatly daring, I run a hand down the front of his chest. His body is so hard against mine, not a bit of give to his muscles. He's huge. Mammoth, really. He's tall, but more than that, he's burly and thick, but not an ounce of it is fat. I glance up and notice that his eyes have swirled back to black again, though gold flashes through them. He's fighting it.

I don't want to push him too hard. Maybe he needs more time. I probably do, too. So I give his chest a gentle little pat. "No. Not yet. I'm not sure I'm ready."

Liar, says my body. I almost expect Kael to echo it aloud. But he only buries his face against my neck and inhales my scent once more.

After a moment's hesitation, I slowly wrap my arms around him, running my hands down his back. His eyes stay gold, and I smile at him. This is nice. We can do this. Just hold each other. If this is the only communication we have for now, I'll take it.

His arms go around me, and he's warm and delicious. It's like being wrapped in a blanket, and I sigh with pleasure at how good it feels just to have him pressed against me. It shouldn't feel this good, should it? I'm so distracted by the feel of him that it barely registers when a shadow pa.s.ses overhead. Kael stiffens, and his eyes immediately go black.

I panic and fling myself out of his arms, stepping away.

A dragon trumpets a challenge, loud and angry. I stare at Kael in surprise, but it takes me a moment to realize that it's not him. In the next moment, claws wrap around my waist and I'm s.n.a.t.c.hed into the air.

There's another dragon.

"Kael!" I scream, flinging my arms out for him. For safety. He's the devil I know.