Blueblood Dragon (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Genesis Valley Book 1) (4 page)

Korbin tumbled down, the head-sized rock hitting him with more force than a human could comprehend. In a flash Ferro landed atop him. A swift wrench of his hand snapped one leg. Reaching back, he drove a vicious jab into Korbin’s side, snapping ribs and likely forcing some internal bleeding. A feeble elbow rose, trying to dislodge Ferro from his back.

All it did was expose him to more agony as Ferro snapped the arm in two and then dislocated it. Satisfied his target wasn’t going anywhere, he flipped Korbin onto his back. A casual clench of Korbin’s forearm shattered the bone in his remaining arm.

“Who leads the Order?” he growled, grabbing the other shifter’s collar and dragging his head from the ground.

“Please,” Korbin gasped, sweat pouring from his forehead as he fought the pain.

Ferro responded with a flat-bladed hand into his kidney. Korbin cried out in pain.

“Who?” he asked again, shaking the man’s neck viciously when he refused to answer. “Tell me!”

“Go fuck. Yourself.” He had to take quick, halting breaths to deal with the pain.

Ferro dropped a knee onto the broken shinbone of his left leg. “Who?” he repeated, grinding it in as Korbin screamed in agony.

The other shifter still didn’t give him an answer, so he switched questions. “Where does the Order meet? Where is their base?”

“The Blood King’s Castle,” Korbin replied, his evil smile marred by the blood pouring from his mouth.

Ferro recoiled at the name. He knew the place. After all, how could he not? It was named after him.

***

He rose from the corpse as blood continued to fountain from its mouth. It had taken some time to get the answers to as many questions as he could. Korbin had still refused to reveal who the head of the Order was, but he had told Ferro much besides that.

“I am sorry you had to see that,” he said softly, looking down as Korbin’s body sagged in death, muscles releasing their hold.

The woman didn’t reply.

“I had hoped they would not provoke me into doing that. But fanaticism knows no bounds,” he told her heavily, hanging his head in regret over the day’s events.

“Come, let us leave this place,” he said, turning away from the corpse.

The field behind him was empty. She was gone.

Ana

She was running away. That didn’t bother her; she was used to it. The part that was bugging her now was that she wasn’t entirely sure what she was running away
from.

There were so many questions that she wanted answered. Some out of curiosity, some that would help her avoid more trouble in the future, she was sure. But the risk of sticking around was just too high. That Ferrovax, whoever he was, could just as easily end up being trouble like the others were. He hadn’t disclosed his motives for wanting to help her, and the way he had simply expected her to stick around had rubbed her the wrong way as well.

He wasn’t given the chance to explain himself. He was broadsided by the others from the start.

She tried to push the rationality from her brain as she pelted down the road. She had crossed the field, entered the forest, and then ducked back onto the road after a short bit, hoping to put as much distance between her and her pursuers before losing them in the nearby rivers. The pain in her leg wasn’t fading though, and she was worried about what that might mean. Every time her calf came down hard it sent a burst of pain up her leg, warning her of the fact she was still bleeding from it. That was not good. She would have to stop soon to take care of it, but for now, she needed to put more distance between herself and whoever might be following her.

The night was dark, but that didn’t bother her. There was a glimmer of moonlight, and she could see easily enough by its glow. Around her, the woods on either side of the road went silent. The cries of nocturnal hunting animals faded, and the screeching warnings of the other animals died as well.

It happened so swiftly she almost didn’t have time to realize what was going on. Her first real clue was the sudden eclipse of the moon’s glow. The night turned black. Ana tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late.

Large talons as long as her leg wrapped around her body, lifting her from the cobblestone road. As they began to rise, she whipped her hands over her head and exhaled all the air from her lungs while making herself as skinny as possible.

The dragon was caught off guard by her movement and she managed to slip from the talons, tumbling to the ground below. Her awkward fall resulted in numerous scrapes and cuts, and probably several bruises as well. In the grand scheme of everything that day, it was a smooth escape.

Until the talons closed on her once more, this time pinning her to the ground as the massive dragon set down basically on top of her.

“Let me go!” she snapped, struggling to rise.

“This would have gone easier if you had just stuck around,” an amused voice came from the dragon’s throat. “I just wanted to speak with you.”

“Bullshit,” she said angrily. “Nobody ever wants to ‘just speak’ with me. Ever. There is always an ulterior motive or purpose. I don’t know what yours is, but I won’t be a part of it!”

The dragon jerked at the hurt in her voice, recoiling in something like surprise. There was a long period of silence as he considered her statement.

“How do I convince you that I wish to talk?” the dragon said at last.

Ana blinked. “Umm,” she said awkwardly, stalling for time. Nobody had ever seemed that genuinely interested before.

“I want answers,” she told him. “I want to know who you are, what the hell is going on around here, and who those people were that you killed back there.”

The dragon sagged at the reminder of his earlier actions, but his voice lost no strength. “Agreed.”

The pressure around her vanished. She lay facedown for several long moments, listening carefully, trying to figure out if this was some other sort of trap. It didn’t make much sense for him to let her go if he wanted to hurt her, but she hadn’t stayed alive this long by making broad assumptions like that.

Finally she rolled over onto her back. There, standing ten feet or so away from her, was the man she had seen earlier. This was the first time she’d been able to truly
see
him, besides the glimpse of those stunning eyes of silver-gray. They were there once more, gleaming brightly even in the dark. The eyes reflected the intelligence contained within, but even as she watched, they dimmed.

“How do you do that?” she asked softly, still staring.

“Do what?” He seemed confused, looking around. “Change into a dragon?”

She smiled. “No, I know how you do that. I meant your eyes. A moment ago they were the brightest silver, now they become a gray tinged with brown.”

“Ah,” he said wryly. “That. Sorry, it has been a…while…since I have last shifted. I forgot. As for the answer, I am sorry, I do not know. Something to do with my dragon, I am sure. You have my apologies if I startled you.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him, finally tearing her eyes away to look at the rest of him. “It was beautiful.” She clammed up abruptly, not having meant to be so blunt. A rush of blood stroked her cheeks as embarrassment filtered through her.

A smile caressed his face, pulling at the facial hair he had growing around his lips. The simple goatee worked for him, the dark brown around his lips and chin the perfect contrast between a full beard and clean-shaven. The rest of his face had a day’s worth of stubble on it, and the short hair on his head looked like it could use a trim as well. He obviously kept it cut very close to the skin, though not shaven on top. The smile pulled his teeth apart for a second, revealing rows of pearly whites any celebrity would die for.

He walked closer to her. “I think I should take a look at that,” he said, pointing at her leg.

She scrambled backward, her hasty motion the opposite of the smooth, graceful flow of his steps. He looked like a creature from a story the way he walked. He wore a dark, long-sleeved shirt with three buttons, all of which were done up. It was a form-hugging outfit, revealing his firm core and strong, athletic figure. He wasn’t like a bear shifter, who tended toward big and burly. No, he was more like an impressive professional athlete. Muscle corded his limbs, but it was leaner. Like a martial artist, almost, but with more grace than a world-class ballerina.

“Who are you?” she asked softly.

“Someone who means you no harm, believe it or not,” he told her gently, dropping swiftly to one knee as he looked to her leg.

She flinched inadvertently as his hand wrapped around her ankle, lifting the hurt leg closer to him. He shook his head after a moment.

“There is too much clothing and debris in the way. I need to see better.”

He reached to his thigh and began unstrapping something. With a start, she realized it was a large knife. Ana tried to get away, but he held her firm.

“Hold still,” he said, ignoring her agitation. “I am not going to hurt you.”

“Then what is
that
for?” she all but yelped, staring at the eight-inch blade he now held.

“To cut your pant leg off. And if you are unlucky, which I think you are, to cut away some infected flesh.”

“What? Infected? I can’t get infections,” she told him firmly.

He gave her a tired smile. “Oh how I wish that were true. Your wound cannot develop an infection on its own, true. But if they used a bolt coated in something, then they certainly could give you an infection. There are few things out there that will work, but there are some,” he explained, “just like drugs. Most of them have no effect, or massive doses are needed. But certain strains of things work just fine.”

His knife quickly removed the form-fitting material, exposing her skin to his touch. Once again, she felt an electric tingle race through her. It wasn’t as strong as when they had joined hands, but there could be no doubt about what she was feeling. There was
something
there. The dullness in comparison could simply be because of the hole in her leg.

“This is going to hurt,” he said after a moment. “I apologize in advance.”

“Do I want to know?” she asked, wincing before he even answered.

“Probably not?” he replied. “I would look away or close your eyes.”

She nodded, tearing her gaze away from the wound as his knife drew closer to it. Instead, she focused on his face, and the intensity of his gaze.

The tingle of his touch was replaced by a blazing ball of fire that seared up her leg. Ana cried out in pain, trying to wrench her leg away. Ferrovax’s grip held firm, however, and she looked down to see what he was doing.

His knife had disappeared partially into her leg. Even as she watched he twisted it. The main redoubled and she saw darkness begin to dim the corners of her eyes. Screams ripped from her throat as he moved the knife again.

“I am sorry,” he said, and she could hear the guilt in his voice, the pain he felt at having to do this to her.

“Just get it done,” she managed to get out, her teeth clenched firmly together.

Sweat broke out on her brow as she fought against the pain, her fingers digging deep into the ground around her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he removed the blade.

“Oh thank God,” she moaned, sucking in lungfuls of air.

“Now I must really apologize,” he said, grimacing.

“Wait, why do you—”

She didn’t get to finish asking her question. Ferrovax had pulled her onto her side and dug his knife swiftly into the exit hole as well, proceeding to cut away more of the diseased flesh. The pain caught her by surprise and this time she screamed without reservation, unable to prepare herself in time to try and contain some of it. The noise split the night and she hoped there was nobody else around. They would know to come running.

“Almost done,” he whispered soothingly into her ear. It didn’t help with the pain, but the detached, analytical part of her brain, the area that didn’t react to the pain, found that she appreciated him trying.

She rebelled against her body’s attempt to black out, forcing herself to stay awake and bear the pain. She writhed and contorted, but Ferrovax never let go of her ankle, keeping it immobilized while he cut parts of her free.

Finally he stopped.

“No more,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“It is done,” he told her. His face was drawn and she could see some of her own pain reflected in his visage.

It
was
done. She could feel it. Swiftly her healing began to act, and the pain dulled in a matter of minutes. It was still excruciating—even with the fast healing of a shifter, there was still a
hole
in her leg—but it was quickly backing down from its near-unbearable levels. In a few minutes, she was able to sit up and take stock of the situation once more, the pain having faded closer to a dull roar in the background.

“You did well,” Ferrovax told her. “I am impressed at your strength.”

“Thanks,” she said, ignoring his questioning look. He wanted to know more about her, about how she had been able to go through what he had just done. Not yet, she thought.

What she couldn’t put from her mind, however, was the way he touched her. His hand was still resting on her exposed leg, though it was now slightly above her knee instead of at her ankle. A warm tingle was slowly spreading from the contact area, overwhelming the painful remnants and making its way up her leg. It gently stoked the fire between her legs to life, leaving her breathing hard once again.

His eyes.

Once again they had turned from a gray-brown to silver, and she watched as they began to brighten. It might have been creepy to some, but she was mesmerized by the sight. She stuck out a free hand, caressing his cheek. The dragon shifter—no,
Ferrovax
she corrected—flinched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.

“Let me look at the rest of your injuries,” he said softly.

She nodded, expecting him to look her over. His eyes never strayed from hers. It was his fingers that began to explore her body, pausing at each minor scrape she had accumulated that evening that had yet to heal.

His hand left her thigh, but only to jump to her face, stalling the rush of cold that followed its removal. His fingers gently eased a strand of hair from her face, exposing a cut she had received on her face.

“All of the rest look okay,” he said after leaning in to inspect it.

His lips were right next to her ear now, and his warm breath washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her head turned on its own to look at him again. They were mere inches apart. Their eyes flickered, looking deeply into one another, searching each other out. She wondered what was going to happen next.

It wasn’t long before she found out.