Blueblood Dragon (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Genesis Valley Book 1) (5 page)

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The instant his hungry lips found hers it awoke something in her. A deep, vast hunger that she had never before known rose up and enveloped her, guiding her closer to him with unerring precision. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling the man she didn’t know closer to her.

What is going on? Why am I doing this?

It wasn’t like her to throw herself out there for men she just met. Not in these circumstances at least. But with Ferrovax, it was like she had always wanted to, but had never before found the right man for her. Now she all but flung herself at him, pulling him in tight to her as their lips pressed against each other fiercely.

His tongue gently pushed apart her lips, and she opened her mouth to meet him, letting him explore her. Her hands roamed across his muscular back as he leaned over her, careful not to disturb her leg.

In the end, it was she who ruined the moment, by forgetting about that same injury. She bumped her leg against the ground and the jolt of pain that shot up her leg hit her brain like a shock of electricity. She pushed him back just far enough that she could look into his eyes again. Even as she watched, the intense glow faded and he returned to normal. The transition made her shiver with barely contained delight, for a reason she could not define.

“Who...
what
are you?” she whispered. “Wait!” she protested as he pulled away from her. Her hands snapped out, grabbing the collar of his dark shirt and holding him tight.

He gave her an odd look, before relaxing in his efforts to put distance between them.

“I’m not afraid,” she told him. She wasn’t. Confused and unsure, yes. But not afraid. Not of him. “I just don’t understand. So much has happened in the past few hours. I feel like my head is about to explode.” She gave him her best reassuring smile. “I need a few answers.”

He nodded. “Did you want to go find somewhere to stay for the night?”

“I
would
,” she told him, shrugging her shoulders. “But I don’t think it would be the easiest idea right now.” She glanced knowingly at her leg.

“Right, sorry,” he said, looking slightly ashamed at having forgotten about it so soon.

She patted him lightly on the shoulder. “It’s okay.”

“I know you want some answers,” he began, “but do you mind if I have one first?”

Still amazed at the easy way she was touching him, Ana didn’t reply at first. It was only after he moved his head to put it right in her line of sight that she nodded jerkily. His tone wasn’t serious enough to indicate he wanted some big answers. If he wasn’t going to ask about her and who she was, what was it?

“What is your name?” he asked, looking embarrassed at having waited so long to find out.

She laughed. It was a low chuckle so as not to carry the noise any farther than necessary, but it felt good. Much of the stress of the evening was lifted as well.

“My name is Ana,” she said, not concerned about giving him her shortened name.

“Ana,” he repeated.

Goose bumps broke out down her arms at the sound of her name upon his lips.

“And you are Ferrovax,” she stated, trying to stay focused.

“Ferro, if you please,” he told her. “I prefer a little more informality. All too often there are those who will…go over the top with titles and names. It is wearying,” he explained.

“Who are you?” she asked bluntly. “Your name sounds so tantalizingly familiar. I feel like I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember.”

“I would be impressed if you had heard it,” he said gently. “I have not involved myself in the wider world of politics in a long time.”

She snorted. “You’re clearly not a youngling, Ferro, but believe it or not, I’ve been around for a while myself.”

His eyes fixated on her, the silver flaring briefly as the bright orbs bore into her soul. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Yes I do believe you have. Though not as much as I.”

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” she said, though her tone was more hushed at his look. “But I know, or know of, most of your kind who are older than me. I know the names of the Dragon Council, and the two who have perished.”

“Three.”

She looked up sharply. “What?”

“Well, it may be more now. But before the Order revealed themselves, there were fifteen dragons who made up the Council. Do you know the history?”

Ana nodded. She knew it. Fifteen dragons, the First Dragons, had formed the Dragon Council, keeping their brethren in check as their numbers expanded. Over time, two of them had tried to upset the Council, to do things differently. In the end, they had been struck down by the combined might of the rest of the Council.

“Who is the third?” she asked slowly. This was news to her.

“Luthor.”

“When?”

“Less than a month ago,” he stated. “It is why I have come searching for the Council. They let him run rampant, and I needed answers.” He grimaced. “I seem to have found some, though more questions have arisen as well.”

“How did he die?” she asked. It wasn’t every day that a dragon died, let alone one of the First Dragons. With the three more deaths today—and by the sounds of it more in the clash between the Council and the Order—it had not been a good year for dragonkind.

“I killed him.” Ferro’s blunt statement came as a surprise.

“You. You killed him?” she asked skeptically. “Luthor was one of the most powerful dragons in the world,” she explained. “He was one of the oldest members of the Council as well. You don’t just ‘kill him.’”

Ferro’s eyes had been downcast, but they came up now at the disbelief in her voice.

“I am aware of who he was,” he said stonily.

She backed away slightly at the sudden change in his attitude.

The silver-gray eyes saw that, and his expression crumpled, his entire body sagging. “I know who he was,” he said again, this time his voice a ghost of a whisper.

“Who was he?” she asked, sensing there was more to it than that.

“He was my son,” Ferro told her.

The anguish in his voice broke her heart, and at the same time she gasped, the realization dawning on her just who it was she was holding.

Ferro

He cleared his throat, trying to do away with the lump that had become stuck there, while furiously blinking his eyes, trying to stop whatever it was that was making them water.

You are not fooling anyone. Whoever she is, she seems to make it easy for you to open up. Take advantage of that.

His head was pushing into her arms, and as she tugged on him slightly, Ferro felt his body sway closer toward her. The ease with which he was able to do so scared him. He didn’t know a thing about her besides her name.

Ana.

It was a beautiful name, one that simply rolled off his tongue. Ah-Nah. He loved it. Part of him wanted to say it over and over again. Her name complemented her beauty perfectly. And a beauty she was.

She was a few inches under six feet in height, tall for a woman. But that wasn’t what drew him to her. It was her hair. She kept it cut short, falling just to past her jawline. Most of it was platinum blonde, so bright it reflected the moon’s light like a mirror. There was a section that was different. Down her left side an inch-wide streak of hair blacker than the darkest night fell, surrounded on all sides by its polar opposite.

The unusual hair combination, which he could tell was one hundred percent natural, perfectly framed the face he had been staring at for the past while. Her bangs fell to either side, cut the same length as the rest of her hair. That gave him a perfect view of the vivid blue eyes that shone brightly at him, filled with worry and the desire to comfort, all wrapped up in a bundle of shock.

“He was your…son,” she breathed, her hair bouncing slightly, sending ripples of light through it in a mesmerizing pattern.

Ferro nodded.

She pulled him tight to her. He didn’t fight it, though it made him nervous to let his guard down so quickly with someone he had never met. Hugging her felt so natural, so easy, that it was hard not to just let go and let himself rest against her. She was thickly built, with a shifter’s muscle covered by ample amounts of curves that stirred a primal reaction from between his legs.

Not now,
he told his brain. He needed to know more about her before he fell into such a trap.
Besides, she still has a hole in her leg. It would be polite to let that heal before you try to sleep with her.

He kissed her cheek gently, feeling his composure return. Pulling back from her embrace, but not out of reach of her touch, he considered what he considered another oddity about her.

She had piercings.

Not many. There were two in each ear, both tasteful studs that added a flair of classic beauty to her. The third was in her nose. It was a small gold hoop on the right side. To his surprise, he loved it. Piercings were rare among shifters because they closed up immediately upon removal. Many found it too tedious to continue having their ears pierced, so they just didn’t bother.

Not Ana. She seemed to like them, and the fact that she had so many told him that it was an integral part of who she was. It wasn’t something he would ever do to himself, but on her, it looked completely normal.

She raised her hand to push back a lock of hair that had gotten loose. In doing so, he saw her wrist for the first time.

“You have a tattoo,” he stated dumbly.

Ana looked at him strangely. “Yes.” She turned her arm over, showing him the black mark.

“A butterfly?” he asked inquisitively, not sure what the significance was.

“Mm-hmm,” She looked at it for a moment, then back up at him. “I’ve always wanted to be able to fly.”

Ferro nodded. It was a common enough desire among those who couldn’t. He was aware of how blessed he was because of his ability to shift into a dragon and see the earth from above.

“How?” he asked.

She frowned. “What?”

Shaking his head, he held up his hands in apology. “Sorry, what I meant was, how do you manage to make it stay? With our healing, it should fade quickly.”

“Oh, that,” she said with a shrug. “It does fade. I have to go get it touched up once a month, sometimes less. By then it’s usually a faint outline. Apparently, despite our fast healing, it doesn’t do as much to remove the ink, since it’s not actually a wound. The skin closes over the puncture marks from the needle so quickly that it barely realizes it’s there.”

“Amazing.”

“Yeah, I get a lot of looks on it. But,” she said with a wink, “I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions here. You just sort of tossed a bomb in my lap with the revelation of who you are.”

Ferro chuckled. “So I did, I suppose. Please accept my apologies. I am so used to, well, being
me
, that I forget the impact it can have on others.

“I knew I had heard your name before,” she said. “But you’re just a myth. A legend really.”

He raised a hand to her face, cupping it gently. He pulled her to him, kissing her. It wasn’t a hard, desperate kiss like their first, but it was no less passionate.

“I prefer to believe I am real,” he said when he at last pulled away.

“You, ah, certainly have a way of convincing a girl,” she said, blushing furiously as she fought to retain her composure.

He nodded deeply in agreement.

“So. You
are
Ferrovax. The mythical godlike progenitor of all the dragon shifters on this planet.”

He winced. “If you must say it like that. I really hate to stand for all that pomp and pageantry,” he said, trying to wave it off. “It is one reason why I so seldom surface from my preferred haunts.”

Ana fought back a giggle, if he was judging her right. “Your
haunts
?” she asked with a serious face.

“I run a bar,” he told her.

“What a fascinating job for someone who must be what, five thousand years old?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice, as well as some curiosity as to why he chose that particular profession to pass the time.

“I long since stopped tracking the exact years, but I believe I am closing in on my eighth complete millennium on this planet,” he admitted. “And yet, I find that my little bar always brings good people together. There have been some ups and some downs,” he said, recalling a recent fight between two crews of bear shifters that had resulted in the entire place being leveled and practically rebuilt. “But overall, it keeps me exposed to the world without having to stick my head into things.”

“Eight thousand years,” she breathed.

He could see that she was working herself up to another question.

“Ask,” he prodded her, not wanting Ana to feel uneasy around him. For some reason, he felt like being an open book around her. He often became reserved and uninterested in speech. But he never wanted that to be the case with her.

“In your time,” she said, working her jaw as she forced the words out, “what types of shifters have you come across?”

He told her. Bears were the most numerous, followed closely by wolves. There were a number of big jungle cats—tigers, leopards and jaguars mostly—along with other species such as gorillas, though they were far less numerous. Then there were the rarities. Bats, gryphons, and dragons.

“You’re not aware of any others?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, and we dragons keep fairly extensive records on that, actually. May I ask why? Are you looking for something in particular?”

Ferro had an inkling that it had to do with what type of shifter she was—something he still hadn’t been able to establish—but he wasn’t positive. Whatever she was, she was old and therefore powerful. Not more than him, but he recalled the way she had hit him. The last thing he had expected was the power behind her blow. She could have taken down the two Order members they had originally faced. Likely not both at the same time, though he wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know,” Ana replied.

“You are lying,” he said. It wasn’t an accusation, just a simple statement.

She paused for a split second, then nodded once. “Yes, I am.”

“May I know why?” He tried to keep his voice genuine. He felt he was about to learn something, and the quest for new knowledge was something that he would never tire of. After all, there was so little of true importance for him to learn these days. He didn’t consider himself a genius, but his long lifespan had allowed him to learn more things than most over the years. Though the sudden onset of all the new technology in the world was something remarkable that he hoped to get a better grasp upon.

Shaking his head, he listened to Ana’s reply.

There was silence. She wasn’t saying anything, but instead was looking at him. Her eyes moved very slightly as they peered into his, to see if he was worthy of what she was about to tell him.

She was evaluating him, he realized. What could be so serious?

“Come with me,” she told him.

He rose to his feet, helping her along the way. The hole in her leg was closing nicely, but she still leaned heavily on him at first.

“That way,” she said, pointing off the road and into the forest.

Away from prying eyes.

What was she taking him to see? Whatever it was, it was extremely important to her, something that he doubted she showed to all that many people.

The longer they walked, the more she used her leg, leaning less and less upon him. By the time she slowed to a halt, she was walking on her own, albeit with a limp. But her arm was still entwined within his, and she seemed reluctant to let him go.

As soon as she moved away, he felt himself instinctively reach for her, to bring her back to his side. He missed her presence already.

“This is what I wanted to show you,” she told him, spreading her arms wide.

He looked around, confused. “I…am missing something,” he admitted. “All I see is a small open area deep in the forest.”

Ana shook her head. “Not this,” she said with a wave of her hand at the surroundings. “This.”

In front of his eyes she began to change.