Dragon Heat (16 page)

torment! She wanted more; she needed more. She needed to feel him

completely.

While still caressing the base of his skull with one hand, she traced

a path down his tight abdomen with the other, past his ribs, the belt line,

and found his hard cock inside his pants. A hoarse moan told her he liked

that. Zoricah could feel his shaft dripping through the thick material. She

rubbed her hand along his full length a few more times and was rewarded

with another yet longer groan.

As if answering her prayers, Tardieh untied her belt and opened

the kimono completely. His mouth descended on her right breast while

his left hand caressed the other. Zoricah arched her back in response, and

he understood her signal. While still sucking on her breast, he drove his

hand down her belly and covered the short curls between her legs.

By Apa Dobrý,
his fingers were divine! He stroked her, spreading

her wetness all the way to her outer labia. With two very moist fingers, he

started massaging her clitoris. Zoricah’s hips moved of their own accord.

She lost track of what she had been doing, what she had gone to the

library for. She parted her legs wide and held on to his broad shoulders.

His left hand traced a path down her spine, over her buttocks and

her anus. Two long fingers entered her pussy at the same time that the left

middle one penetrated her anus. Zoricah cried out in pleasure.

‚Come for me, Zoricah,‛ he said huskily. ‚I want to hear you

scream for me.‛ He dropped down on his knees and completed the

torment. While his clever fingers were pumping in and out of her, his

tongue licked her clit. First it was rhythmically; then he increased the

tempo until Zoricah couldn’t remember her name. All she cared about

was the orgasm building up inside her and the heat threatening to

consume her.

Tardieh groaned between her legs and inserted a third finger inside

her core followed by a second one in her ass. The orgasm blinded Zoricah

like a thousand stars. Unable to stop herself, she cried out and let the

delightful heat overtake her body. She faintly felt his hands leaving her

and returning after just a split second, then parting her legs even wider.

She was still savoring the aftershocks of her first orgasm when

Tardieh lifted her up and plunged his large cock inside her with so much

force that two rows of books fell down to the floor with the crash. His

arms hooked her by the back of her knees. She wrapped her arms tightly

around his neck to keep her balance. For the first time in her life, Zoricah

had no control, she had no way out. She didn’t want any.

She had never thought that it was possible to have two orgasms in

a row. She was wrong.

Tardieh started thrusting mercilessly inside her. His lips smashed

into hers. His mouth was wild, eager, and demanding. Then without

losing the rhythm, he traced her neck with his lips and stopped right

above her collarbone. A second later, his fangs pierced her skin with the

urgency of a viper’s bite.

His gulps were as unforgiving as his hips riding her. But Zoricah

couldn’t care less. She had already lost herself to him. The pain mixed

with pleasure tipped her over the edge.

She heard Tardieh guttural cries and felt his seed spilling inside her

an instant before her second orgasm hit her like a firebomb.

They stayed in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, for a while.

Tardieh slowly lifted his head up and delicately licked the bite mark.

Zoricah heard him say something but could not distinguish what,

nor could she gather strength to tell him that.

‚Hurt you?‛ he finally whispered again.

Hurt her? What did he mean by ‘hurt her’? She had just had the

best orgasms of her very long and quite lonely life. Not that she would

ever tell him that.

‚No, you didn’t,‛ she answered. ‚Did I?‛

Tardieh’s low chuckle reverberated in her ears. ‚No, you didn’t,

draconian.‛

He lifted her off the bookshelf and laid her on the leather couch.

Then he crossed the room, opened the small fridge, and took out a bottle

of fresh orange juice.

Zoricah tilted her head slightly to get a better view of his gloriously

naked body. He was simply gorgeous. His broad shoulders were well

defined by muscular biceps; he had a monstrous six-pack abs, perfectly

shaped legs, and an ass to die for. She hadn’t even seen him taking his

clothes off. May Apa Dobrý
bless the vampire speed.

He turned around and raised an eyebrow at her. ‚Like what you

see?‛

‚Naw,‛ she said, looking away.

His lips were still curled up when he went over and, sitting down

by her side, handed her the juice. ‚Then I hope you like orange. That’s all I

got.‛ His gaze descended upon her neck, and Zoricah realized his fangs

were still extended. ‚Apart from blood, of course.‛

She straightened and took the orange juice from his hand. She

hadn’t realized how thirsty she had been. She took a few eager gulps of

the gloriously fresh juice before remembering her manners and hastily

stopping from draining the whole bottle in one go. ‚Thanks.‛

He was regarding her with a boyish half smile. ‚You’re welcome.‛

Realizing he wasn’t talking about the orange juice, she gave him a

narrow glance and said. ‚Don’t flatter yourself, vampire. You were not the

first one to give me an orgasm.‛

‚Two, actually,‛ he replied, smiling.

Standing up, she retorted, ‚Yeah but only you make me want to

take it all back in record time.‛

She had intended to go and get her kimono by the bookshelves, but

his arms closed in around her waist, and Zoricah fell down on his lap.

Laying her down on top of him, Tardieh whispered, ‚And only you

make me want to start it all over again in record time.‛

His kiss was soft and slow. He opened her mouth against his, their

tongue dancing to the same tune. They fit perfectly together.
Damn it
,

Zoricah thought. He managed to make her forget what she had gone there

for again. She had meant to seduce him to get information. Instead she

had completely lost her mind and herself in the process.

But before she could gather her wits and start asking the right

questions again, they heard a horrible cry echo throughout Tardieh’s

castle.

Zoricah’s heart skipped a beat. ‚Deirdre!‛

Red blood covered the sheets and the floor. ‚It’s moving, Zoricah.

It’s hurting!‛ Drew had cried out standing by Deirdre’s bed as soon as

they went in.

After hearing the awful cry echo in the castle, Tardieh and Zoricah

had dressed hastily and went to the master guestroom to find Deirdre

convulsing wildly on the bed.

Drew had been trying to sooth her but to no avail. Deirdre’s overly

protruded belly was moving as if a serpent was trapped inside her.

Tardieh had grabbed her by the ankles while Zoricah tried to hold her

shoulders. He saw that her skin was changing color and texture; she was

shifting into her dragon. Her body was probably trying to fight off the

thing consuming her with all its weapons. Drew and Zoricah had tried to

calm Deirdre down by giving her more of their own heat, but nothing

seemed to work. They would find themselves in a very tricky situation if

Deirdre’s unconscious mind managed to succeed and fully bring her

dragon forth.

‚Zoricah, please, it’s killing her! It’s eating her alive!‛ Drew yelled.

After a few more minutes of fierce struggle, Zoricah pulled her

knife out and stabbed Deirdre’s belly. Instantly, it stopped moving.

Brown, razbian blood spilled out of the wound. Twisting her wrists,

Zoricah sliced Deirdre's belly open. A slimy green lizard lay dead inside.

Taking the courage, Tardieh pulled the thing out and gave to Joel,

who had taken it away. They needed to examine that freak of nature

before completely destroying it. What had those fucking bastards been

doing to those females?

Zoricah had tried to close the wound fast, but too much blood was

spilling out, so Tardieh had taken over and, using his vampire speed,

finished the operation.

‚Let’s give her more heat, Drew,‛ Zoricah instructed her friend.

Both females placed their hands on the lacerated body trying to give her

as much life force as possible, but Deirdre didn't look any better.

Joel entered the room followed by Hikuro, Dyam, and the two

female warriors. Wiping his hands on a clean towel, Tardieh gave Hikuro

an inquisitive look but only got a small shrug in response.

‚Girls, I need you here,‛ Zoricah said as soon as Yara and Sam

entered the room. All four females placed their hands on different parts of

the ailing female draco. But nothing seemed to be helping. Deirdre was

clearly getting worse. Her breathing was getting shallower; her lips had

turned light blue color.

‚She’s getting worse

Drew exclaimed with tears in her eyes. ‚Please, Zoricah. Don’t let her

cross the third river. Please, I beg you,‛ she pleaded between sobs.

Drew was looking at Zoricah in a strange way, Tardieh thought to

himself. As if Zoricah could actually stop her twin sister’s inimă from

crossing the three rivers of Apa Sâmbetei and prevent her death. But

Tardieh knew that was not possible. Only a handful of people were born

every millennium with the power to cross to Apa Sâmbetei
and
return

alive. They were called calathors.
None had been reported for over two

hundred years since the last one died in the war.

‚Please, Zoricah, please,‛ Drew’s whisper echoed in the silent room

again.

Zoricah looked back at her, tears streamed down her cheeks. ‚I

may not be able to do it, Drew.‛ She looked down at their dying friend.

‚She may have crossed the second river.‛

‚Please, Zoricah, try.‛ It was Yara’s turn to plea.

Zoricah looked at her fighters. They were all looking back at her,

like small children in a thunder storm. Did they really think she could

stop the lighting from striking them? In shocking amazement, Tardieh

realized yes, they did.

‚Tardieh, please, gather your warriors. I will need everyone’s

help.‛

Zoricah took a deep breath and got off the bed. She did not know if

she would be able to find Deirdre in Apa Sâmbetei, let alone bring her

back, but she would try. She owed it to her friends. They might never

recover from such tragedy if Deirdre died.

After hearing that no other female had survived, that all abducted

females were dead, Zoricah had really felt the weight on her shoulders.

She had been too late again. Images of their attack in Dubai flooded her

mind. Decapitated bodies, entrails spilling out of open bellies. Her blood

boiled in response. Angry tears spilled down her cheeks again.
Fuck all

that!
She would get the motherfucker who was behind those monstrous

abductions, and when she did, not even Apa Dobrý would be able to save

him from her rage.

Wiping her tears away, she told Tardieh, ‚I need space behind the

bed. Can you move it forward to the center of the room, please?‛

After the bed had been placed where she needed, she positioned

the four vampires at the base and the three females by her side. She then

beckoned them to hold hands, forming a circle around the bed where

Deirdre laid unconscious. Sam and Drew held her elbows while she

placed both hands on Deirdre’s chest.

Zoricah looked up at all of them, then said, ‚Okay, here we go.‛

She closed her eyes and focused. She felt the energy of all seven

flowing through the closed circle and channeled it toward herself. Her

body responded to the power surge with a jolt. On the corner of her eyes,

she saw Tardieh move. He was about to break the circle to come to her

aid. She looked up and tried to reassure him without words. She knew he

was still not convinced she was okay, but he settled back in his place in

the circle.

Zoricah took another deep breath and felt Deirdre’s heart. It was

weak, so weak. Taking a third deep breath, she whispered, ‚Apa

Sâmbetei,
eu vin la tine.‛ Apa Sâmbetei,
I come to thee.

Streams of a thousand colors blinded her vision, and she was

overcome with the feeling of drowning. She hated that part. She felt the

colors engulfing her, churning her, taking her away, out of the bedroom,