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CHAPTER
TWELVE

Apart from the questions he asked,
Mr. Sherper hardly spoke at all during their phone conversation. Stacey found
herself telling him her full story. From Teresa’s death up until Zane saving
her at Quraal’s apartment. Hearing it out loud, she could hardly believe it.
Not that there were dragons. Not that she’d come close to death so many times,
and somehow survived. But that Zane loved her as much as he did. She didn’t
understand it. The amount he’d sacrificed for her. And she’d caused him nothing
but trouble…

“Finally, Ms.
Caversham,” Sherper said at the end of the call, “what is your overall
impression of dragons mingling with humans? Do the two species mix? Or are the
two simply not meant to be together?”

This was hard
for Stacey to answer. In a way the reporter was asking her to take an almost
political overview of the situation, but when she began to answer the question,
she found she couldn’t do that. All she could think about was her and Zane.

“It’s really
hard,” Stacey said finally. “There is so much each of us has to do in order for
it to work. But … if it does work…”

“Yes?”

A series of
loud gunshots sounded downstairs.

The cop at
the door immediately left his post, gun drawn. Stacey inhaled sharply.

“Ms.
Caversham?”

“I’m afraid I
have to go now. There could be trouble here.”

She put down
the phone’s receiver.

Stacey kept
still a moment. Several people ran past the room.

She wheeled
herself to the doorway and opened it slightly.

Distant
shouting. Still not this floor.

Stacey
wheeled her way back to the phone and picked it up. She dialed the police.

After a brief
conversation describing the incident, Stacey suddenly realized that whoever had
been shouting, was now on the same floor as her. And she recognized the voice.

It was
Dennis, calling her name.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

A minute or so later, he burst into
the phone room where she was, his face completely red, out of breath. He was
holding a gun in his hand.

“Dennis!”
Stacey shrieked. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“He’s here,”
Dennis wheezed. “He’s after you.”

“Who’s here?”

Dennis
indicated to the corridor behind him. “I shot him. I mean, I…”

Stacey
wheeled towards him. “Who did you shoot?”

“Who do you
think?” Dennis shouted. “Your dragon-man. I can’t believe he’s here for you. I
can’t believe he won’t let go.”

“You won’t
let go!” Stacey snapped. “I’m in love with him.”

“He’s got you
brainwashed. He’s got you all turned around –”

Stacey
grabbed Dennis’s waist to get his attention. “You know that’s not true.”

“Don’t say
that,” Dennis cursed.

“Come on.
Please just think for a moment. Think about how lousy our relationship was in
the first place.”

“What?”
Dennis stepped away from her. He looked down at the gun in his hand. “Why do
you make me do these things, Stacey? Why? Why? Why?”

“I don’t make
you do anything! You do it yourself!”

Dennis’s face
scrunched up. He raised the gun as if he was about to aim it at her. But then
stopped himself.

A figure
appeared to his left.

Stacey could
see his outline through the frosted glass.

“Oh, not
you,” Dennis complained, seeing who it was. “Just give it up. Just … Just…”

Zane emerged
slowly. He placed his hands on the gun in Dennis’s hand, and then silently took
it away.

Dennis
slumped to the floor.

Stacey was
almost near about to put her hands together in applause. Instead, she wheeled
herself into the doorway, her arms out reaching, for Zane.

“Put the gun
down!” a man shouted off to the right.

Oh shit,
Stacey
thought.
It’s the cop.

Zane quickly
put the gun down and was then leapt on by a number of burly security guards.

“That’s it,”
Dennis said accusingly. “He tried to kill us. Arrest him.”

Zane angrily
pushed his arms apart, shaking the guards off of him with enormous strength.
Their bodies flew through the air in both directions.

Dennis used
the commotion as an opportunity to grab hold of the gun. But before his hands
could reach it, they were trodden on by Stacey’s wheelchair.

“Aargh,” he
screamed.

“Serves you
right,” Stacey scolded. “You fucking bastard.”

Zane gave her
chair a nudge off Dennis’s poor fingers, and then placed his foot to Dennis’s
throat.

“If you ever
come near her again, I’ll kill you. You understand me?”

Dennis looked
up at him. He was almost crying.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND
ME?” Zane roared.

“Yes,” Dennis
said, trembling. “Please, just –”

Zane released
him.

Then he put
his hands out to Stacey and lifted her from the wheelchair.

“Are you
ready to come with me?” he asked her.

Her heart
nearly burst from her chest. “YES!” she said.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

Oh my. What a wonderful experience
Stacey and Zane were sharing now. They were in the sky together, far away from
the hospital, the city, the earth below. There were no dragons chasing them.
There was no danger anywhere that they could see. It had been so long since the
pair had been together – not since the morning of her last stay at Firebound
Island, had Zane carried her on his back. And then, there had been so many
troubles they still had to face. While all those troubles weren’t exactly
behind them forever, the lovers finally had a chance to breathe now after much
conflict and tragedy.

While they
weren’t speaking as they flew through the skies, their minds were intimately
connected. As Stacey was now learning, when she caressed Zane in his dragon
form, it took on a whole new feeling for him. A whole different quotient to
their relationship. As he was from another world, Stacey was starting to see
that there were other meanings behind things. Other forces at work. There was
probably much that was out of either of their realms of explanation. But this
didn’t stop them from knowing the truth about themselves. It didn’t separate
them from understanding the purity of their love.

As they
landed in the courtyard outside Conrad’s manor, Stacey knew the exact words she
wanted to say to Zane when he was in his form again. Of course they both knew
what had to be said, but to say the words out loud, gave them more definitive
meaning. As Stacey was learning, even though there were different planes of
existence, and connections on a multitude of levels, the here and now of planet
earth and the events and exchanges that took place, were perhaps, the most
important of all.

“I love you,”
she said to Zane. “And I’m never, ever, ever going to lose you again.”

She was so
emotional. She was crying, but with her tears came no sorrow. Only joy.

And the
desperation to cling to what was hers.

Now that she
was in his arms, and she could see how he was feeling, she realized this was a
different type of Zane than the one she’d encountered previously. His pride had
been damaged, his arrogance had been squashed, and he’d been made to feel
mortal by the very fact that his heart was now attached to her.

“You won’t
lose me,” Zane whispered to her. “I promise I will never let that happen
again.”

To hear him
say this, made Stacey crumble into him, and in the wide and atmospheric garden,
Zane lowered her to the grass, and began to kiss her with unmatched desire.

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

The grass was soft. Its blades had no
sharpness to their edges. It wasn’t quite wet, but there was a moisture there.
It was cool. Soothing. In Zane’s arms here, Stacey felt safe at last. He pushed
her fringe back so he could see her face better. She reached up and let her
palms feel his cheeks. So warm. So vibrant. He kissed her lips and they shared
a smile together. They were home.

There was
more to it than this. Stacey didn’t just want to be cuddled. She was quite sure
Zane didn’t either. She sat up a moment and removed her top. As she found the
edges of his shirt at his waist, their mouths met up again, and he kissed her
hard. His mouth moved to the left side of her jaw. His lips covered it. Sucked
on it. He moved round and did the same thing to her right side. Then her chin.
Then her nose.

She loosened
his shirt and pulled it off his body. She smothered herself against it, and
forced Zane to bend back whilst she kissed his nipples. He allowed her to push
him back so far he was now lying on the grass and she was on top of him.

She crawled
up his body and bit into his neck. His hands fell flat at her pants. As he
pushed them off her, their lips intersected and they tongued each other. She
pushed as hard as she could into him with her tongue, and the moment she took
at the edge off she felt him coming at her with twice the force.

With her
pants off, Zane next went to her bra. He pushed it upwards, exposing her
breasts to him which he cupped and then licked. With a free hand, Stacey
finished off what was left of the bra so that he would have complete access to
ravage her breasts. His licks and kisses and sucking, increased in volume and
intensity. She felt a hard bulge forming underneath her, and let her fingers
slide to his waist line again. She unbuckled him while he sucked her tits,
occasionally moving up and down her neck and shoulders.

Once
unbuckled, her hands dipped into his underwear, and made contact with his
throbbing cock. As if struck by lightning, Zane immediately rolled her over and
ripped off her panties. He allowed his pants to go free, and then stuffed his
cock into her already moist pussy. The euphoric rush ran through each of them
with equal wonder.

This.

This was the
delight they had that was worth fighting for.

Zane fucked
her hard in this position, like it was either his first fuck, or his last. He
was hungry for it. He was starving.

Stacey needed
it too. After her horrible encounter with that monster who wanted her sexually,
it was important for her soul to remember what real sex was supposed to feel
like. Sex in itself, wasn’t just something that could happen with anyone. This
was love for them. It was also the hard natured, biological lust, their
hormones craved, but for each of them, they only craved the other. So it was
more important than anything else. This wasn’t just the best thing about life.
This was the point of it.

And then he
stopped. Stacey wasn’t sure why. He was still inserted, looking at her body. Almost
strangely.

“Do you want
to change positions?” she asked.

He nodded.
But then halted her from moving.

“What is it?
Is something wrong?”

Zane shook
his head. “I want to marry you. I want you to be my bride.”

Stacey’s
mouth fell open. “Really? How is that going to work?”

“I don’t
know,” Zane said. “But I know that’s what I want. Do you want that?”

“Of course I
do!”

She smiled
and hugged him.

After a
moment he pushed her back. Stared into her eyes. “I want you to bear my
children.”

“Your … children…?”

“Our
children.”

“I… I…”
Stacey wasn’t sure how to respond.

“The night is
right for this,” he said to her. “Tonight we’ll conceive.”

Stacey’s
stared at him, shocked.

“What’s
wrong?” he asked her.

“How … like …
will it hurt me?”

“Not
tonight,” Zane smiled. “Just tell me you want dragon sons and daughters.”

Stacey
swallowed. “I do.”

He kissed her
lips hard, a closed kiss, and then flipped her round to fuck her from behind.

Stacey’s body
sweated. Shuddered. Throbbed. It was fucked like it never been fucked before.

She could
barely stay conscious through it.

But by the
time his seed was released into her, and there it stayed, Stacey knew she was
the happiest she’d ever been.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

After they were finished having sex,
they didn’t get up from the ground immediately. Stacey felt Zane’s dragon was
now satisfied, and they were both numb with their own pleasure. They said
nothing for a long time, and just lay there looking up at the stars.

Stacey wanted
to talk though. She needed to communicate her feelings. The truth was as soon
as she had climbed the mountain to where they were now in terms of peacefulness
and triumph, she was worried the only way from here was to go down. She was
afraid also though, of putting her feelings into words. Zane might be able to
reassure her, but just giving those type of negative thoughts attention made
them seem more real. She had to be careful, within herself. She didn’t want to
sabotage what they had.

As it turned
out, Zane was the first one to speak.

“It’s not over,”
he said, waking Stacey from her semi-consciousness.

She snuggled
into him further. “What’s not over?”

“The war. Our
war.”

“What do you
mean ‘our war’?”

“This journey
we’re on, it only leads to one place I’m sure.”

“What’s
that?” Stacey whispered.

“Pure,
eternal happiness.”

“That sounds
okay.”

“It’s not
that simple. We’re not there yet.”

“We aren’t?”

“No.”

Stacey sat
up. Looked at him.

“Why do you
have to say that?” she asked. “I thought you would reassure me.”

“I’m sorry,”
Zane said. “But we need face the truth if we to be together forever.”

“What truth?”

He hesitated.
“The Dark Dragon. Quraal. He’s taken over the Island. He’s … planning an
attack.”

“Does he know
where we are?” Stacey said, alarmed. “Let’s get out of here!”

“No, not on
us,” Zane said. “He’s going to attack your city. He’s going to wage war on
humans.”

“But … But
the dragon guards won’t –”

“Without
Narses, there’s no one left for them to follow. He stood against us in battle …
and it was we who were forced to retreat.”

“Why couldn’t
you beat him?”

“He is far
more powerful than I am. I am lucky I wasn’t killed.”

“What about
Narses? He didn’t …”

“Narses is
inside. He’s dying. Soon he’ll be no more.”

Stacey’s face
had become a strained mess of panic. Zane saw this, and she could see her worries
hurt him.

“Please,” he
said. “You will be forever protected now, my love. I promise you.”

“How are we
going to get through this?”

“I don’t
know. I’ll need to talk to Master Narses.”

Stacey stood
up. “Well, let’s do that.” She helped to pull Zane to his feet.

“I’m so
grateful to have you, my sweet Blossom,” Zane purred at her.

“I’m so
grateful to have you, Master,” Stacey said playfully back.

They helped
dress each other, and made a pact that whatever happened, they would always
stay together.