Blood of the Dragon: BBW Paranormal Romance (Her Dragon's Bane Series Book 2)

by Raines, Harmony

Despite herself Serena smiled. “I’m glad you're here Charlotte.”

  “Me too. Is there anything to eat.”

  “Do you think you can find your way to your room?” Connor asked.

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Then I’ll go make something for Charlotte. And you, you must be starving.”

  “I think we all are. It’s been a long day.”

  Serena took Charlotte along the hallways to her room. Her sister’s attention was continually grabbed by some antique or other. She stopped to look at old portraits, and to reverently touch old tapestries. “This place is amazing.”

  “They’ve been collecting stuff for years.”

  “It must be worth a fortune.”

  “To them it holds memories of times gone by. I don’t think either of them are too big on the modern age.”

  “I can see why when they’ve lived through such interesting times. I can’t wait for my private tour.”

  Serena paused, they were nearly at her room. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

  “In what way?”

  “Zoah. He’s a ladies man, you know. And you're so young.”

  “And he’s so handsome.”

  “Charlotte, I’m serious. You’re still a child.”

  “Listen, Sis. After all of this, I have no interest in men, or boys, or anything other than going back to school and getting on with my life. I’d love to explore the house, but there is no way I’m stupid enough to fall for a dragon ... Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean it like that.”

  “I know. But never say never. Right?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Serena shook her head, digging herself deeper into a hole. “Nothing. Forget it. You’re sensible enough to work it out.”

  Chapter Eighteen - Connor

  Connor left Serena, and headed back towards the staircase, but not straight to the kitchen. Instead he went to find Zoah, and that trouble maker Tara.

  “I think we need more of an explanation,” he stated curtly.

  “Oh, do you? Well, I’d love to, but my leg is agony, and I really need to sleep.”

  Connor leapt at her, his body towering above hers. Zoah, seeing how this was going to go, for once stepped back to enjoy the show. Tara cowered from him, her hard façade slipping, and in the presence of Connor she couldn’t pull it back together.

  “Look. We need to travel to Spellholm to the dragons there. Only they know the secret.”

  “What’s in it for you?”

  “I have business there. And seems as how Zoah failed to get the one thing that might give me leverage, you and your mate are it.”

  “What’s this Zoah? She asked you to do something for her?”

  “Yes. It’s the reason I was so delayed getting to Charlotte. The trade off for Tara’s help was to get her something Samuel possessed.”

  “What?” Connor demanded, his face flushed with anger at the betrayal he felt. All of this was going on without his knowledge, it only confirmed his opinion of Tara. She was trouble, and the last thing he needed was to go into another dragon’s lair with a trouble maker. Not when he had Serena with him.

  “It doesn’t matter. It was a mere trinket, but now it’s gone in the fire.”

  Connor let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t trust you. Why don’t I simply lock you up and go to Spellholm with Serena alone.”

  “Because if you do, you'll fail.”

  “What difference can you make to the outcome?”

  “I’m a seer. The dragon there will grant you an audience if you take me with you. Otherwise he will turn you away. He is old and jaded, corrupt you might say. But offer him the gift of foresight and he will take it.”

  “And you are going to do this out of the kindness of your shrivelled up heart?”

  “Now, I didn’t say that did I?”

  He growled the last words, his voice terrifying. “Again I ask you. What is in it for you?”

  She shrunk from him, but still answered, “You could ask nicely.”

  Connor lashed out, his fist hitting the stone wall, making the room shudder. “Tell me. And less riddles.”

  “I have my reasons for going, they do not have anything to do with you. If I go alone he will think it’s a trick.”

  “And you give me your word it’s not?”

  “I’ll do better than that.” She stood up, and went to the window, pulling back the drapes. Mumbling words he could not make out, she waved her hand across the glass, and there appeared an image of Serena, with a young dragon. Well young by human years, to Connor he must have been about fifty or sixty years old. Serena did not look a day older than she did now.

  “Mind games and tricks,” he said, his voice choked with emotion at the sight of his son.

  “The child she carries is real, the picture before you is real. As things stand, if you take me to Spellholm with you this will come to pass. Your mate will gain immortality.”

  Chapter Nineteen - Serena

  “I’m so glad Hope is here with you, Serena.”

  “I couldn’t leave her in the apartment. We both know what Samuel would have done to her.”

  “He was such a terrible man. I don’t understand how he could take such pleasure in hurting other people. We did nothing to him to make him hate us.”

  “He didn’t hate us. He simply used us to get his own way. That’s what people do.”

  “That doesn’t sound like you, Serena.”

  “I know. I’ve changed. I suppose it’s knowing I have a child growing inside me that will be hunted down if anyone ever finds out what he really is.”

  Charlotte came and sat by the side of her, placing a hand on her sister’s belly. “You really are pregnant?”

  “I think so, Tara said so. Not that I don’t trust her to make it up. But ... and I know this sounds silly ... I feel it. I feel different in a way I can’t explain.”

  Charlotte put her arms around her sister and hugged her. “I’m so happy for you.”

  A knock at the door, and they parted, Serena getting up to let Connor in. “That smells wonderful.”

  He had cooked a breakfast like the one he had made for her in the garden. That day seemed an eternity ago. Connor placed it on the bed, and then straightened up. “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in our room when you’re ready.” He looked at Serena, leaving her in no doubt what he wanted, what he needed from her tonight. “Charlotte, I’m glad you're safe.”

  “Thanks, Connor.”

  He closed the door behind him as he left the sisters to eat.

  “Man of few words?” Charlotte asked, tucking into the food he had prepared for them.

  “Yes. And no. In think he’s out of practice.”

  “He’s lived a long time.”

  “Yes, and thought he would always be alone. He never wanted a woman or a child. And now suddenly he has both.”

  “Did you ever think of betraying him?”

  “At first. But he was so kind. And I figured I had to trust someone or we would never be free of Samuel.”

  “And now we are.”

  “I think we are going to leave the city.”

  “But I wanted to go back to school.”

  “I know. But I don’t know how safe it will be here for us. What if all Samuel's men didn’t die in the fire? What if they come back for us?”

  “Let’s not talk about it now.” She smelled her clothes. “Yuck, I stink. Before I eat any more I am going to have a quick shower. Tomorrow I’m going to lie in that bath until I look like a prune.” Charlotte headed for the bathroom.

  Serena sat alone, her appetite gone. There were so many more questions floating about in her head, and none of them had easy answers. While she waited for her sister she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, going over the events of the day. She could still picture the look on Samuel’s face when Connor had hit him, still hear the crunch of broken bones. Yet there was no pleasure in the fact her tormentor was dead. Only worry over what was to come for
her family, especially her child.

  “Clean.” Charlotte burst back in, settling down to eat more food. “This is so good. I can see why you fell for him.”

  “That is just one of many reasons.”

  “You really like him.”

  “Of course I do. After the crap I’ve had to put up with my whole life, with mom and then Samuel, it’s nice to find someone I can trust.”

  “Then why don’t you go to him?”

  “No. I’m going to stay with you until you go to sleep.”

  “Go. I’m fine. I bet that big bad brother of his is prowling around somewhere, standing guard.”

  “Maybe I should ask Connor for a key to this door.”

  “Relax. I was joking. You are still so easy to wind up.”

  Serena grinned. “I’ve missed you too.”

  The two sisters fell into each other’s arms, Charlotte sobbing against her sister's chest. “I was so scared. But I knew you’d come for me.”

  “Of course. There was never any doubt about that. It’s all worked out. One way or another we’ll be fine.” She smoothed Charlotte’s hair back from her face. “I love you, Charlotte.”

  “I love you too. Now I need to sleep. I think the adrenalin rush from earlier got washed away while I was in the shower. If I don’t get into bed I think I’m going to fall asleep sitting up.”

  Serena helped Charlotte into bed, tucking her in, and then sitting by the side of her until she dropped off to sleep.

  “You should go,” Charlotte murmured. “He’s waiting for you.”

  “He can wait a few minutes more.” She watched her sister as her eyelids closed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you tonight?”

  “No. I’m fine.”

  Serena sat for a few more minutes longer, but she could tell from Charlotte’s breathing that she was asleep now. Her face was relaxed, the food and hot shower having put colour back into her cheeks. Gathering up the food tray, Serena whispered good night to Charlotte and then carefully opened the door, and with one last glance behind her, pulled it closed, praying her sister would always be safe.

  Almost dead on her feet she made her way back towards the kitchen. Too tired to wash the dishes up, she dumped the tray on the side, eager to get to her own bed, and her dragon. She didn’t know if she might be about to disappoint him though. His face had said he wanted sex, but she didn’t know if she had the strength left in her.

  “Thought you’d got lost,” he said when she opened the door to find him lying in bed waiting for her.

  “I wanted to wait until she was asleep.”

  “Is she OK?”

  “Yes. I think so. She resilient. Wants to go back to school. But I told her we might be leaving the city.”

  “I’m not sure yet. Tara wants us to visit the dragons in Spellholm.”

  Serena felt her mind flex and wake up at the mention of the witch. “Does she? And since when does a mighty dragon do the bidding of a witch?”

  “I’m not. I don’t trust her any more than you do. But it’s something I want to do. We’re the last of our kind, I want to know if our child is likely to ever have playmates.”

  She stroked her belly, feeling a warmth there. “I guess you’re right, But I don’t like Tara, and the less time I spend in her company the better.”

  “Then let’s go and get it over with, and then we have the rest of our lives to forget all about her.”

  “Can we make plans tomorrow. I’m shattered.”

  “Sure,” he agreed.

  She quickly stripped her clothes off, and slid into bed beside him, pressing her body close to his as she searched for the warmth and comfort he always gave her. Placing her hand on his stomach, he flinched.

  “You’re hurt.”

  “Only a bruise or two. The bullets don’t pierce my scales, but they still do damage.”

  Serena pulled the covers down to look at his abdomen, and sure enough it was peppered with tiny bruises. “Ouch.”

  “I’ll live. I’ve experienced a lot worse than that. Spears have a nasty bite to them.”

  “Spears? You’ve been attacked with spears before?”

  “Yes. I got brought down by a net, and then some savages tried to skewer me.”

  “I had no idea. No wonder you aren’t so keen on humans.”

  “That’s not strictly true, there are some humans I’m very fond of.”

  “Oh, and who might that be?” she asked feeling really corny.

  “I think you know.”

  Despite her tired aching body, she felt that familiar curl of tension in her stomach. It threaded through her body, awakening all the tiny nerve centres until her sex ached for him.

  He gently kissed her lips, and his hand slid around her to pull her closer to him. “I have never been more scared of losing something than I was this day.”

  “Our fates are bound together. I think I’m coming around to the idea that it will take more than one madman to tear us apart.”

  “Indeed. We are joined in a way far deeper than this mortal earth we walk on.”

  She laughed, and stroked his cheek, kissing his lips softly.

  “What’s so amusing.”

  “Sometimes it is so obvious you have kept yourself away from the modern world.”

  “How so?”

  “In the way you talk.”

  “I am old fashioned in many, many ways.”

  “Oh, How so?” she asked mimicking him.

  “In the way I believe a woman should be treated, with honour and respect.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “And in return she should obey her mate.”

  “I see. That would depend in what her mate expected of her.”

  “There is only one way I expect obedience, and that is in the receiving of my body inside yours.” He stroked her neck, kissing where his fingers ignited her skin.

  She wanted to laugh at him again, but the touch of him on her flesh was nothing to laugh about. Instead she sighed in agreement, if he wanted her to receive his body inside hers, she would obey. At least on this occasion.

  Despite the tiredness of her body, she responded to him. Her sex aching to receive him fully and completely. He lifted her leg, placing it on his thigh, his fingers going to her exposed flesh and stroking her clit. She nipped his neck in anticipation, kissing him and licking his salty skin.

  Breathing in his now familiar scent conjured up the image of the dragon who had fought so hard to keep her safe today. He was unique, loyal and yet kind. She loved him more in this minute than she thought she could ever be capable of.

  He entered her slowly, his body tired, lacking the virile vitality with which he normally took her. This was different, a coming together, a reforging of their bond. He needed her as much as she needed him. Wrapping her arm around his neck she held him close, kissing his neck while she pressed her body against his.

  Connor teased her nipples, his nimble fingers drawing her arousal ever higher. She moaned against him, her body taking on the rhythm with which he moved, they were as one. His body awoke with each stroke, his hands restlessly roaming her body, touching her breasts, her clit, and stroking her flesh until he seemed to surround her, encompass her completely in his love and desire.

  She came quickly, writhing against him. Thrusting harder he impaled her again and again, and then he came, filling her with his seed. Serena felt it spurting inside her, and her sex contracted, drawing it into her womb. A womb she hoped already filled with a new life.

  Chapter Twenty - Serena

  Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms. His deep steady breathing, told Serena, Connor now slept. A thing which seemed determined to evade Serena, despite her renewed fatigue. Frustrated she eventually got up, hating to leave the warmth of the bed, but deciding that perhaps if she saw Charlotte lying safely in her bed, she would be able to clear her mind of the disturbing thoughts that were intent on worming their way into her head.

  Quickly she follo
wed the corridors and hallways to her old room. As she turned the last corner she stopped dead. There leaning back against the wall was Zoah, staring unblinking at Charlotte’s door.

  “Zoah?” Serena said softly.

  He turned to look at her, his face pale and tired as though all his years had caught up with him.

  “I thought you might come.”

  “What’s wrong? Is Charlotte all right?”

  “I haven’t opened the door to see. But I can hear her heart beating and the sound of her breath.”

  With a sigh of relief she went and sat down opposite him, keeping her distance. She still didn’t know whether to trust him completely. He had an air of madness around him, and it frightened her.

  “I have lived for thousands of years,” he began, “I had thought I had experienced everything this world had to offer. So many women...”

  “I know. But today that changed.”

  “I knew you had seen it. Did you tell Charlotte?”

  Serena shook her head. “I don’t think it’s up to me to tell her. In fact I would prefer it if she didn’t find out. I want her to live a normal life.”

  “You want me to deny my feelings for her? So we have something in common after all.” He smiled ironically.

  “That’s not what I meant, Zoah. But she’s so young...”

  “Don’t worry. Her virtue is safe with me. I have no intention of ever telling her.”

  “Zoah, I don’t think you can change your fate like that.”

  “Why not? I thought you would be pleased that I was going to set her free. That she won’t ever have to go through what you have.”

  “I wouldn’t change a thing if what happened was the only way I would ever have found Connor.” It was true, all the hurt and pain was worth it. Although she wished she could have spared Charlotte.

  “When Tara first told me, showed me my son, I could think of nothing else. But now, after some thought, I think it would be best if I left here.”

  “Not yet, Zoah. I have one favour to ask you. I know I have no right, and I know it will be hard for you. But Connor wants us to go to Spellholm. Wherever that is. Tara is coming with us, so she’ll be out of the way. I want you to stay here and look after Charlotte, she wants to go back to school.”