Hunter's Desire Page 14

  “I want to go to a beautiful beach.”

  “Then a beautiful beach is where we shall go.” He stopped in front of a closed door. “Open that for me, and you’ll find a light switch is to your right.”

  She flicked on the light and gasped at the sheer size of the room. On one end was a huge bed, a massive television, a beautiful sound system, a bar, and a small kitchenette. The rest of the expansive space was empty, though, and lines of discolored stones showed her where the walls once were, dividing the space into six different rooms.

  April didn’t need to ask why his private quarters were so large. “This is where you can...be yourself.”

  “I’m myself always, but yes, this is where I can become the dragon.”

  “Do you want to...change right now?” Her voice didn’t betray her, and yet, butterflies fluttered from her stomach to her throat. It might have been fear or excitement. She could no longer tell the difference when she was with Mads.

  “Do you wish me to?”

  Her mouth felt dry but she nodded. “I want to see him...you...again.”

  “It doesn’t frighten you?”

  “No. Well, maybe. I don’t know… I think it... it excites me.”

  “Of course. I should have known that it would not disturb you to see your mate. I’ll be happy to change, but first let’s eat and I’ll show you more of the castle.”

  April wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself to his chest. “It’s not food that I’m hungry for.”

  He smiled wryly, “First food, and then...then anything you want, mein Schatz.”

  ****

  Their time in the castle passed as slowly, and as quickly, as a dream. She rarely saw any of the staff members and they had no other visitors, and so the hours passed between the two of them unhindered by outside considerations. April had never spent so much time alone with another person, but she never grew tired of him, never longed to be left alone or to find other company. Even when they were doing nothing more but reading together in the same room, she was content to be near him, to hear his breathing and the soft rustle of clothes when he shifted his position.

  April knew the real world waited for them and they would have to return to it sooner or later, but she never brought it up, never asked when they might be abandoning their own private slice of heaven—primarily because she didn’t want to leave, but also because she knew Charles and Savannah Maelstrom waited for them. They’d lost a child. That anger was not going to fade just because Mads took them out of sight for a few weeks.

  Mads indulged her every request, including her desire to see the dragon. In the privacy of their master suite, he shifted for her, the magic working before her eyes, though she could never track the moment when Mads disappeared and the dragon arrived. In the close proximity of the well-lit room, he was even more massive than she remembered. His head was the size of a car, and he kept low to the ground to avoid scraping his wings across the high ceiling.

  The first time he shifted, she couldn’t quite bring herself to touch him, but she was still drawn to the beast. He made her throat tight and her nipples hard.

  The second time Mads shifted, she did gather her courage enough to touch his great nose. His scales were hard and hot. She could feel the fire burning just below his scales, smell the hint of sulphur and brimstone every time he exhaled. Mads snuffed air through his nostrils and lowered his head, like a dog submitting to the touch of its master. Fascinated, emboldened and aroused, April continued to explore the ridges and valleys of her dragon’s head, tracing his eyes, his snout, the shape of his mouth and the horns on his brow. She was humbled by his great power and by the way he ceded that power to her.

  He didn’t just shift when they were alone in the confines of the castle. He also took her out on great expeditions through the mountains, letting her sit on his broad back as he swooped over cliffs and waterfalls, peaks and trees. The air was thin and fresh, cool and crisp. The sun at her back and the great furnace between her legs kept her warm, no matter how high they climbed above the castle. She shouted into the wind, laughed and sang at the birds as they fluttered beside them, and felt free for the first time in her life.

  “What’s it like when you’ve shifted?” she asked after one particularly long flight. They’d landed in the castle courtyard and raced to their suite, barely making it to the bed before Mads took her with a powerful thrust. When they were done, she collapsed into his arms, utterly exhausted and utterly happy.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Can you still understand me?”

  “Of course.”

  “Are you still you or are you different?”

  “Different how?”

  “I don’t know. I’m just trying to understand what it’s like for you.”

  “I’m still myself. I still understand you; it’s just my outward appearance that changes.”

  “How? Is it magic?”

  “Yes, I suppose you could call it that. A very old type of magic.”

  “And how does it feel when we’re home and you can’t change? Do you miss it? Does it feel like you’ve lost something?”

  “I don’t often think about it, but it does feel good to stretch my wings when I can.”

  “Do we have to go back soon?”

  “I’m afraid so.”

  “But I like it here.”

  “Yes, for the first time in a long, long while, I like it here, too.”

  April nuzzled in closer to his chest and took a deep breath, filling her head with his scent. She could lay there in his arms for hours and do nothing but listen to the sound of his heartbeat and consider the texture of his skin. She imagined living in this great fortress by herself, wandering from hall to hall, room to room with no companion.

  “You must have been incredibly lonely.”

  “I was.” She heard no emotion in his answer, just a straight-forward declaration.

  “Did you ever think that I might be out there? Or that you were waiting for your mate?”

  “I had long ago given up on any hope of that. With so few dragons left, it never seemed likely.”

  April frowned. “But I’m not a dragon. I’m just a normal girl.”

  “You’re not just anything, mein Schatz.”

  “Okay, but how does this work?”

  “Are you afraid?”

  “I don’t know. Are you?”

  “Never.”

  April closed her eyes and let her mind relax, focusing all of her senses on the man who held her. She wished she could say the same, telling him that she was never afraid. But there was always a current of anxiety running through her life, tinging each day with its darkness. Nothing was free of its influence, not even her feelings for Mads, which grew like a lush plant, a vine winding taller every day. If she told him, he’d only assure her that she had nothing to fear, and she understood that on an intellectual level. But that understanding wasn’t enough to stop the current anxiety.

  “One day, you’ll no longer feel that fear,” he said softly. “You’ll wake and it will simply be gone.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I know everything.”

  She chuckled. “Oh really?”

  “Yes. I’ve been around for a very long time.”

  “Well, then, I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

  When she fell asleep that night, she dreamed of flying.

  ****

  There were very few people in the world Savannah Maelstrom hated as much as Mads Durkheim. Before they were Savannah and Mads, they were known as Cecilia and Carl, and she hated him then, too. Before that, they were Marie and Edgar, Lisle and Hans, Anne and Jurgen, and before all of that, they had no human names, they were simply Dazenth and Rugarth, squatting in caves and claiming the skies. She had a long, long memory, but no matter how far she stretched through the years, she could not remember a time she did not despise him.

  As they aged and their respective clans began to disappear around them, her hatred sh
ifted but it never mellowed. She understood it was in her best interest for Mads to be alive. There were so few dragons left in the world that the loss of any one caused a deep sense of sadness. Her Chester had been one of the last dragons born to the world and had been her last hope in continuing not only her clan, but their species. Now Chester was gone and Savannah had nothing to keep her alive—except her desire to see Mads destroyed.

  She ate only to keep her strength up and slept only to keep her mind sharp. Charles mourned the loss of their son, but his chief priority was always gold, so he returned to work and left the suffering to Savannah, who agonized enough for the both of them. She suspected Charles blamed her for Chester’s death. He never came right out and said it, but he knew she’d developed the blackmail plan with Chester, and they both knew she should have never allowed it to backfire so tragically.

  But there was still a chance to fix everything. True, she could never bring Chester back, but she could give Charles another heir. It might take years to do so, but once she had Mads out of the way, she would have nothing but time to provide reparations for her terrible mistake. It wouldn’t be easy to remove him, but he had a weakness now—a weakness Savannah would have never anticipated, but one that she was grateful for all the same.

  Who would have thought that the ancient and powerful Rugarth would find himself bound to a humble, pitiable human? A human girl who could be so easily tracked, found, and plucked from her insignificant life. A human girl who didn’t even put up a fight when Savannah roared through the clouds a few weeks later, swooping down to grasp the girl by the shoulders and lift her into the heavens. She did struggle once they were in the air, but a quick blow to the head knocked her unconscious.

  When the girl woke again, they were safely ensconced in Savannah’s secret lair—a ranch in the middle of the Wyoming Badlands, several hundred miles from the street where Savannah had found her little treat. She jerked into a seated position when she saw Savannah, immediately wincing and holding her head.

  “I wouldn’t move around too much if I were you,” Savannah said in a sing-song voice. “You have a nasty bump.”

  “Where are we?” The girl demanded, her words laced with pain.

  “Nowhere you’d recognize.”

  “Mads will come for me.”

  “Of course he will, my dear. In fact, I’m counting on it.”

  April’s eyes widened and then narrowed into pained slits. “This is a trap.”

  “It is indeed. But don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Much.” Savannah grinned a toothy, dragon grin. “Just enough to get his attention.”

  “Why don’t I just call him?”

  “Call him?” Savannah pretended to pout. “Now where’s the fun in that? I think that’s what I hate most about this century. Everything’s so damned convenient, nobody is willing to go the extra mile. Not for work or for a good time. But I’m still willing to do what it takes.”

  “Look, I know you miss your son—”

  “You know nothing,” Savannah growled. “What do you know about a mother’s pain?”

  “He tried to kill me!”

  “No great loss there,” she snickered.

  “Well, obviously Mads disagreed.”

  “Mads is an idiot. He always has been. He thinks he’s smarter and better than everybody just because he’s the oldest, but he’s done nothing for us. He won’t even mate with another dragon to ensure our species’ survival! Now, we need to get started. I don’t want to rush things, but I do have a full schedule this week.”

  “Savannah, please. Please don’t do this. It’s not too late to just...turn things around. You haven’t done anything yet. Just take me home and Mads never has to know.”

  “That speech started great but the ending was very weak.” She grabbed April’s small hand and squeezed her fingers, bending her wrist backwards nearly to the point of snapping. She could tell the girl wanted to keep her mouth shut and hold onto some scrap of pride, but April’s silence broke before her wrist did, howling with pain.

  “Aww… what was that, dear?”

  “Please,” April panted. “Please, stop.”

  “Better. That was much better. But I already told you, I can’t stop. We have work to do.” She shifted her hold, applying pressure to April’s index finger until it did snap, like a branch breaking in a cold November wind. The girl’s scream of pain was like music to her ears—a concert she did not want to end anytime soon.

  “It is a shame that Chester never got to eat you,” Savannah said, almost conversationally. “You look like such a delicious, tender morsel. I’ll simply have to do the honors for him.”

  April’s middle finger snapped then and oh the girl’s agony was exquisite. If Mads didn’t feel her earlier pain, he definitely felt this one. “We don’t have a lot of time. Let’s see what else we can break before he tries to save you.”

  ****

  Mads had perfect control over himself. The dragon never emerged unless he willed it—a requirement to live in the world of men, especially after mankind developed the technology to blow his head off—but a sudden scream of pain brought the beast right to the surface. He even felt the bones in his face begin to shift before he could force the fire back down to his belly. He pushed the intercom button with a trembling finger.

  “April? Are you here yet?”

  No response.

  His feeling of disquiet intensified and another wave of pain washed through him. It definitely was not his; something was wrong with April. She was hurt somewhere, and she needed him. He abandoned his desk and considered divesting himself of all distractions—permanently. Nothing he’d acquired, developed, or grew mattered to him at all anymore; they only served to keep him from the one thing that did matter in his life, and now she was gone. Hurt somewhere. Crying out for him.

  His instincts shouted at him to take the stairs to the roof and use that as a launching pad. What did he care if the whole world saw him winging over the city? That was such a small concern when faced with April’s great fear and even greater agony. But he forced himself to take the elevator to the parking garage, walking with contained purpose, remaining calm as he turned the key and drove the car into the blinding sunlight.

  Mads wanted to speed to the outskirts of the city, where he could abandon the car and shed his human skin, but there were cops everywhere. The speeding ticket would mean nothing to him but a delay, and he knew there wasn’t a second to spare. He concentrated on the task at hand, even when spikes of red-hot pain shot through his arms and behind on his eyes. He would do anything to make it stop, but he welcomed it at the same time. As long as he felt that, he knew April was alive. And every second of torture only fed the flames of fury already roaring through him.

  He followed the highway blindly, driving until all the buildings and crowds were behind him. He pulled off at an empty rest stop and was barely out of the car before his wings emerged. He took off with a giant flap of his great wings, pushing the air beneath him and rising higher and higher, until he was no more than tiny red spot against the blue sky. In his true form, it was easier to sense April’s distress, and he used it as a homing signal, winging through the clouds to find her. Distance meant nothing to him and miles might as well have been inches.

  In the back of his mind, he understood what was happening: he knew he was rushing towards a trap, and he knew who set it for him. April had tried to tell him. She’d been trying since Florence, but he’d been arrogant, certain that Savannah’s own sense of self-preservation would stop her from lashing out. But maybe her life didn’t matter to her at all anymore. Maybe grief had robbed her existence of meaning, and now she was determined to take the meaning from his life as well.

  He wouldn’t allow that to happen. She no doubt expected him to be blind with rage, too furious to think clearly or to be any danger to her. But he always had his wits, even when his heart beat a tattoo of terror against his ribcage. He would save April and he would take down Savannah, once and for
all. By the time the sun set, the world would be rid of one dragon, and April would know that she could always count on him to find her, to save her.

  When Mads finally reached the ranch house that acted as April’s prison, he bellowed his invitation to Savannah. The sound echoed for miles, the vibrations of the roar strong enough to trigger equipment meant to detect earthquakes. He bellowed again and fire erupted from his throat, singeing the air.

  “I’m here,” he roared in his ancient tongue. “Come and greet me if you are not a coward.”

  Savannah’s answering roar told him the message had been received. April’s distress instantly abated, but she was still in pain. He pulled his lips back over long teeth and braced himself for the fight. He was going to take great pleasure in stealing the fire from Savannah’s throat and the life from her chest. He roared his sacred vow to the sky: After this day, the great Dazenth will fly no more.

  “You are the coward,” Dazenth hissed as she rose to the sky. “How long did you think you could run from me?”

  “You never should have involved her.”

  “You should not have killed your own kind for her!”

  They moved at the same time, their roars lost in the wind from their furious wings. They clashed midair, their long talons and tails entwining, tearing at any flesh they could reach while Dazenth spewed fire so hot, the flames were blue. Rugarth withstood the heat easily, his talons grappling for greater purchase. He landed a hard blow in the soft part of her stomach and she wheeled away, flying in a great circle around him, gathering momentum and speed. He flapped his wings, hovering in place until the last second of her plunge, when he deftly angled away. Unable to stop, she plummeted into the hard Wyoming dirt.

  He descended immediately, driving his talons into her back. He was aiming for the cords of muscle that controlled her wings, but she dodged away just in time, her head whipping around to catch his side with her teeth. The sharp incisors ripped through his scales, reaching flesh, and though he managed to wound her, she was the one who spilled first blood. He quickly flapped his wings, pulling himself into the air and out of her reach. From high above, he blew a wall of fire down, pinning her in place. She danced away from the flames as deftly as she could, spinning around to battle fire with fire.