Dragon Mated: Paranormal Romance

by Amy Faye

  She turned to look behind her. There was someone there. She didn't think it looked like Jason. Too thin, his hair a little too short. No, whoever that was, it wasn't the monster hunter.

  Sarah started moving more quickly, locking her face forward and keeping herself moving as best she could. As long as she kept moving, everything could be fine. She could make it to a safe place, could find a 24-hour diner and go inside and whoever this guy was…

  He'd just walk right on by, because they were just two people who happened to be walking the same direction at the same time. She wasn't being followed. That was absurd. She passed another mile road. She didn't know the area here. She'd heard the name of the street once or twice, which was more than she could say for 'Frazho.'

  The street wasn't busy, but it wasn't abandoned, either. She tried not to look over her shoulder openly, but when she looked back to see if the man had followed her, there he was, still a few hundred yards back. Not getting any closer, but not getting any further away.

  Could she get back to the warehouse from here? How? She couldn't double back, not with the man behind her. Not if he was a vampire.

  When the thought came into her mind she almost laughed again at how insane it all sounded. Vampire? That was preposterous. There was no such thing as vampires. The fear that she was feeling now was childish. She'd just as soon run back and grab her blanket to keep her safe. No. She'd made her decision, and she'd stick to it.

  The lights of an all-night convenience store shone in the darkness. She could go there, and let the creep by. Then she'd go back the way she came, find Jason, and either make him come with her or she'd stay with him.

  That was the best plan, now that she was thinking about it. As long as she made it inside—she turned, supposedly watching a passing car, and tried to catch a glimpse of the man behind her. He was gone.

  Sarah let her shoulders fall slack and sighed. Her pace slowed. See? Nothing to be afraid of. He'd just been walking home from a friend's house, or something. She'd assumed that there was danger for no reason. Now she looked like a fool.

  She started to laugh. Stupid girl, scared of her own shadow. A man walks within a mile of you and he might as well have pulled out a gun and yelled 'boo.' She could see the bus coming down the street. If she waved her hands, this time of night, they'd stop.

  It was only a half mile. Then a quarter. Then it was coming up, and she stepped up to the edge of the curb…

  She never made it.

  Strong arms encircled around her waist, pulling her back away from the curb. As soon as she felt them, felt the hands touching her waist on their way, she started fighting immediately. She'd come too far, gone through too much. There was no way she was going to let someone, whoever they were, get her.

  The hands pulled her back, no words of warning, until she was out of the light from the streetlamp,, forcing her to confront the fact that no matter how she struggled she couldn't fight.

  As she writhed and twisted to escape the strong grasp, she finally turned and glimpsed her attacker. Isaiah had seen better days. He had a bad cut on his cheek, barely held together with some light medical tape. His nose looked broken, though she'd seen worse before.

  What was more, though, was that as her squirms died she saw the way that he winced whenever he had to put weight onto his left leg, the way that his arms stiffened when she twisted. He'd broken something. Multiple things. Badly, it seemed.

  "Stop fighting," he finally said, yanking hard and throwing her to the ground.

  "You—" Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Vampires killed people. Killed them all the time. She'd assumed that if you were someone who hunted creatures like that, it came from… planning, from having leverage. Like hunting lions or tigers.

  But Isaiah hadn't had any of those advantages. Hadn't had the drop, and he'd been caught in a straight fight without any time to prepare. Nobody should have been able to survive. How had he?

  "What are you doing here? Why isn't Jason with you?"

  "I—My mom was hurt. She's at the hospital. I have to go make sure she's alright."

  "If she's not alright, then she's dead. Just move on." His voice cut like a knife. He looked at her with those smoldering eyes. She had the same feeling that she'd felt in the apartment, as if a laser was pointed at her, burning a hole through her. She shuddered. Nobody she'd ever known could look like that, could do that to anyone.

  Never mind to her.

  He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up like a sack. She could see that it hurt, could see him nursing his arm after he set her back on her feet. The pain didn't seem to hold him back, though. If anything, it seemed to make him angry. The anger only made him more determined.

  "We're going back." He started without waiting to see if she would follow. He evidently assumed that she was following, but when she didn't, he turned and stopped.

  "What happened? How did you get out?"

  "It's fine. We have to get back to Jason."

  "No, it's not fine. You should have been dead! You were fighting a vampire, Isaiah. A vampire!"

  "I've fought worse, now let's get going before someone worse than me catches wind that you're out here."

  "Not until you explain what happened. I know you didn't just tough it out. You're hurt. I can see that. You need to get to a hospital."

  "No. I'll be fine, but right now we've got other priorities."

  "Screw priorities! Listen to me, damn it!" Sarah heard the words coming out of her mouth, so much more confident than she felt. "I'm worried about—"

  He closed the gap faster than she had thought imaginable and captured her lips with his. If he was trying to silence any argument, it worked. Sarah wanted to stop him. Wanted to say something. Wanted to ask him what was going on, to make him explain it to her.

  She wanted him to keep going more, though. She pressed her body back against his, enjoying the way that he seemed to growl, to grow more aggressive in his kiss. He picked her up with his good arm and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  The time she'd spent with Jason had only served to get her riled up and now she wanted to go all the way, damn what they thought of her. If she came off like a slut…

  She shut up that part of her mind. She didn't need it, didn't care. She'd had too long a night, too terrifying. Isaiah tried the first door he came to. For a moment it seemed locked, and then he gave the handle a hard twist and put his shoulder into it, and it swung open easily.

  Sarah wasn't the kind of girl to break into places, wasn't the sort of person to be in this situation at all. Isaiah, though… she wondered if it even phased him. He pushed her over the edge of a counter and onto her back. Sarah let her head hang back, feeling him working the fly on her jeans and pulling them down and off, onto the floor.

  "Fuck me," she purred, feeling his hardness pressed against her. "Please, please fuck me."

  He said nothing, his hands exploring her body, lifting up her shirt.

  Sarah could feel the cool night air, could hear the cars driving past outside. Part of her worried that they might get caught, that they could have someone walk in on them. She worried, what would it do to her reputation, if that happened? What if the police came and arrested her?

  The feeling of his hardness, pressed against her folds, silenced her doubts. A jolt of pleasure shocked her from her toes to her fingertips as he started to press into her. She felt so full, fuller than she had ever imagined. The toys she'd used couldn't compare, between the aggression with which he thrust into her and the searing heat where they connected.

  It drew all her attention to the pleasure that was slowly building inside her, building up and out and filling her belly. This was what she'd been missing, all those years. What she'd been deprived of by the one boy she had let have his way with her. She tried to make a mental note to do this more often, but then another hard thrust sent her mind reeling.

  "Oh God," she said, unsure whether it was addressed to herself or to Isaiah. "
Are you going to cum in me? It's not—it's not a safe day, but—"

  He didn't answer her right away and her mind raced with the possibilities. Part of her wanted him to stop, to pull out. She couldn't afford to get pregnant. She had a job, had responsibilities, had people who counted on her to be there. She couldn't meet those expectations if she was sidelined with a pregnancy.

  The larger part of her, though, didn't care what he did, so long as it was what he wanted. That part wanted nothing more than to give herself up to him, to his will. His powerful body and powerful will seemed to add up into something greater. The strongest man she'd ever known, so powerful and commanding and beautiful.

  Finally he answered her the only way that she could have hoped for. "Shut up."

  His expression was intense, focused. Whatever pain he'd been feeling seemed to be gone, now, as he took his pleasure from her, and she took whatever he gave her.

  Sarah's face was twisted in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being fucked savagely by such a dominant man. She could feel his growing desperation in the speed of his thrusts; in the way that he seemed more and more as if he were chasing something that was just beyond the next powerful thrust into her waiting womanhood.

  Then he let out a loud groan and used her hips as a handle to thrust his hardness into her, deeper than she had thought possible, and she knew that he was coming inside her. His manhood twitched with each spurt of potent cum into her womb.

  Sarah imagined his sperm piercing the outer shell of her egg, growing into a child. Somehow, the vision and the feeling of his cock shooting into her drove her over the edge again, her body convulsing with pleasure. He pulled out, his breathing heavy. Sarah laid her head back, trying to catch her own breath and waiting for her vision to clear again.

  She could feel his lips on her, starting at her breast, starting the stirrings of arousal deep inside her once more, kissing his way up to the collar bone. His fingers twisted her other nipple to painful hardness, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped when his lips came to her throat, felt his teeth scrape against her exposed skin.

  Then he jerked away from her, taking in a sharp breath. Sarah sat up to watch him. His eyes were wild and he looked strange—afraid, though she didn't know what of.

  The cut on his face had faded into a particularly bad scratch, and he didn't stand at the same unusual angle that he had before. As impossible as it was to believe, he seemed almost as if he'd… just gotten better.

  The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, after a long second of watching him stare at her and lean back against the shelves of the store they'd broken into. Unnatural healing, the power to fight with a vampire… That could only mean one thing. She tried to think of some alternative, but nothing was coming up.

  "What the fuck are you?"

  "It's not what you think," he said. Too quickly. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

  And, she realized, in spite of what he wanted her to think, in spite of the fact that he wanted her to calm down and to stop freaking out…

  He couldn't bring himself to say that he wasn't a vampire.

  4

  For a moment Sarah didn't move. Didn't want to think, didn't want to breathe. If she could have disappeared completely, she would've done that. She realized in that moment exactly what deer feel when they stand in the middle of the road, staring. Waiting for death.

  Isaiah's face started to soften. For once his intense expression seemed to slip off his face like a mask. "Sarah, please—"

  Then she couldn't stop moving. She slipped her clothes on, picked her jeans up as she moved past him. If she could just get past him… She shoved her way into her jeans as she stepped through the door, slipped her shoes on, and took one long look back at Isaiah.

  He seemed to be waiting for something, his breathing heavy. He watched her, though, and the look in his eyes slowly returned to the same intensity, returned to the same power.

  Before, it had made Sarah feel safe. As if he were driven. Driven to kill monsters, and by extension, to protect her.

  Now she knew better. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat, and to him, she was. A piece of the most succulent meat she'd ever seen. She started to run, not looking back.

  She'd never been a runner. Her lungs burned, her feet felt like they were on fire. Her legs ached. But every time that she wanted to slow down she thought of that feeling, the teeth scraping against her throat. The way that with a simple bite down, he could have…

  Her chest hurt, badly. She wanted to stop, wanted to fall to the ground. Her stomach churned with anxiety and fear and the ache of exertion all mixing around. Still she continued. It was only another half-mile, and if she'd come this far…

  The loading-bay doors were closed when she got back to the warehouse. She slammed into it with her shoulder, her legs unable to slow her down before she hit. Then she slumped down, her body wanting to quit even as her mind raced.

  No, she thought. She couldn't afford to stop now. If she stopped then she was dead. Isaiah could have caught her easily, but something had stopped him. For a moment, she knew. Any second he could come around that corner, and then she'd be helpless if she couldn't get up, get the door open, and get inside.

  Once she was inside, she could talk to Jason. He needed to know what had happened to his partner, what had happened to her. He could keep her safe. He knew all about vampires. He hunted them, had been hunting them practically forever, he said.

  If Isaiah was going to be a threat then Jason would know how to protect her. She forced her feet underneath her and made herself stand up. Her fingers scrabbled at the base of the loading-bay door. She took a moment to peek over her shoulder, praying that Isaiah wasn't there, that she had just a few more seconds.

  Her hands caught on the handle of the door, and she strained her legs more than she'd ever strained before. As long as she could get through, she would be safe. Jason would be inside. He was her lifeline. She repeated it to herself, over and over.

  Jason was safety. Jason would keep her safe. As long as she got the door open.

  The door started to move, inch by inch, and then all at once. Jason stood under the door, his shoulder wedged underneath as soon as it had reached waist-height. He stood up under it easily, as if he'd done this all the time. Sarah fell inside, more crawling under than walking, and made her way to the mattress.

  Her chest hurt so bad. Hearing the loading-bay door slam shut was like a lullaby. Jason needed to know what had happened. Deserved to know. He had as much stake in the fight as anyone, but Sarah didn't have the energy any more. She let her eyes drift shut.

  When she felt Jason's hands on her shoulders, shaking her roughly awake, though, she realized that she wasn't going to get out of explaining so easily.

  "What happened? I told you it wasn't safe."

  "Isaiah," she gasped out. Just saying the word hurt. Her chest, the stitch from running, but something else, as well. Something deeper. "I saw Isaiah."

  "Is he alright?" Jason's voice had a barely-contained panic contained in it, but as Sarah fought for breath and tried to search for the right words, they weren't coming.

  "Isaiah," she repeated. "I saw him."

  "Yes, I know, but is he okay?"

  "No," she gasped out again. "He was hurt. Injured."

  "But alive? Where did you see him?"

  "He's not alive, Jason. He's not alive."

  He gave her a strange look. A look that didn't mean anything to her. She was too tired to think clearly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "Jason, he—" Sarah was tired. She laid back down, closed her eyes. Her breathing came too hard to sleep, though. "He was acting weird. He tried to—"

  The pause was too long. Jason started trying to prompt a response again. "He tried to, what? Did he try to—"

  Now Sarah could hear it in his voice. Jason had an idea of what had happened, too. Now that she thought about it, it was obvious. If he got left behind, he'd either die
in the fight, or he'd have been bitten. If she ever saw Isaiah again, it was going to be as a vampire.

  "He was bitten," she confirmed. She tried to relax, tried to roll over. So tired. The stitch in her side was becoming a cramp, and it hurt, but more than that she was exhausted. The day had been too long already. She needed to sleep. She had work in the morning.

  "Sarah, you need to wake up. I know I love sleep just as much as anyone, but—"

  She rolled over. If she ignored him long enough he'd go away. She just wanted everything to go away. She was too tired.

  "Sarah, we need to talk. Please. Sit up. Look at me."

  She rolled over and opened her eyes. "What?"

  "Look." He reached over and ran his thumb across her face. Those eyes of his, those piercing, powerful blue eyes. She couldn't resist them. "Isaiah's… complicated. You don't need to be afraid."

  It took a long moment for the words to settle in. And then all at once she realized what had sounded so strange about the way that he had said it.

  Sarah had thought, had hoped, had expected that Jason was going to tell her that it was all going to be okay because Isaiah couldn't get her, or because she didn't understand something about vampires. Maybe something about 'they can drink donor blood' or something.

  But he hadn't said that. He hadn't even told her that he was still himself. He'd told her that she didn't understand who he had been in the first place. It wasn't that Isaiah was bitten by a vampire, it wasn't that he had died after they left and what she'd met was a new vampire.

  He'd always been this way. And, another moment later, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.

  Jason had known, too. He was in on it.

  Whatever they were doing, whatever the two of them were up to, she realized, they were in it together. Jason wasn't going to protect her from Isaiah. As far as he was concerned nothing had changed. His friend was still fine, was still alive. No wonder he hadn't been afraid of Isaiah being in the hospital.