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CHAPTER
EIGHT

The sun over the city had been
gradually sinking for the past hour or so, and it now left the sky with a
gentle pinkish glow. Stacey leaned back in her seat, thankful for this long
enough interval that she could relax, and just watch him. The man she loved…

She didn’t
want to say anything that would upset him. She had to be very careful about
choosing her words. Zane’s temperament had always been volatile since she first
met him, but now that she had slept with his brother it completely changed
everything. Even though he now knew that she was fooled by Conrad and she
hadn’t done anything wrong, that didn’t change the fact that his brother had
been all over her body. And she all over his.

Feelings of
jealousy, were hard to deal with. Stacey understood what Zane was going
through. At the same time she wanted to be reassured that he still loved her,
and that they were going to work through them. All she wanted to know was that
he was going to try. That he hadn’t given up on her. And yet, as much as Stacey
wanted to ask him, the fear that asking would upset him further, had swallowed
her whole…

Night time.

The horizon
before them was full of starlit skyscrapers, and a dark busyness only the city
was to behold. Stacey and Zane had outrun the police and the dragons to arrive
here in the jungle of humanity – a place neither of them felt was home.

The car
slowed down outside the gate of a multi leveled car park. Zane wound down his
window and grabbed a ticket from the machine and the lever gate lifted granting
them access. White and yellow lights flooded the car as they climbed the levels
of the car park, one after the other. The second floor from top was near empty.
Zane parked by the ledge and pressed his thumb at the ignition to shut off the
car.

Stacey looked
to Zane, but he did not look at her.

“Listen,” she
said. “I’m really sorry about everything. I don’t want it to stand between us.”

“Sing to me.”

“Pardon?”

“I said sing
to me. Or have you forgotten how.”

Stacey
sighed. She searched her heart. She searched her mind. What were the words
inside her that he was after?

Then she felt
his fingers on top her hand. Gentle. Sensitive.

He looked
into her eyes. Then whispered another word: “Please.”

And once more
she was his.

CHAPTER NINE

No more talking. Barely a few lines
had left Stacey’s lips and Zane was close to her. First it was just those
fingers touching her own. His skin touching her skin. Warm sensations flowing
through her body. Then she felt his fingers behind her neck. Then inside her
hair. Tears fell from Stacey’s eyes, her heart beating faster and faster. She
wanted it. She wanted him so much. For a moment there she’d been so afraid he
hated her, but when she looked into his deep and assured stare, she knew it was
not the case. Their connection, was still real…

Between the
next verse, that she’d made up from nothing, his lips were at her cheek,
kissing ever so softly. Her tears ran down Zane’s hands as he pressed them
against her face, and kissed her mouth raw and hard. Stacey kissed back
forcefully and he pulled her towards him.

Zane reached
for the lever underneath his chair and then pushed it back so he was lying on
it, and Stacey was lying on top of him. He ran his fingers through her hair
again and held her face to his. He kissed her mouth hard and plunged his tongue
into it. His hands moved to her back and she felt the rags she was wearing rip
apart. He shredded the top so it fell off in pieces, and even though this meant
there would be nothing to cover Stacey afterward, she didn’t mind at all.

His hands
went to her waist. He massaged the sides of it and then her tummy. She loved
it; she loved his warmth. She put her mouth into his neck and kissed it, her
tears finally drying. He returned the favor by taking her breasts in his mouth
and giving them much needed attention.

It was on
now.

Zane sat up
and lifted her to the backseat of the car. He removed his pants and underwear
and then ripped what remained of her rags away with his teeth. He grabbed her
legs and put his face between them. Stacey’s cheeks went red and mouthed: “Oh
shit” to herself. Zane didn’t see. He was buried deep within her.

Lust.

Or love?

An
intoxicating blend of the two was always preferable.

Zane bit and
licked and sucked and slurped. Stacey just put her head back and let it happen.
How it felt though, wasn’t as though he was trying to please her. Not that it
was anyone’s business, but of course, as any sexually experienced woman would
be able to tell you – it’s not hard to figure out if the guy knows what he’s
doing. With Zane it wasn’t so much that he didn’t know what he was doing, but
rather, he was on his own separate path. He was eating her out to please him,
rather than to please her.

It was mind
melting. Stacey didn’t want it to stop.

Of course,
when it did it was replaced by something even better – Zane’s rock hard cock
ramming her hard.

She got lost
in it. Forgot all about her horrible experience with the Zane who wasn’t really
Zane from that afternoon. She could have let that bother her. Especially given
how similar the circumstances were. But it was almost impossible for her to be
able to. All she could focus on was her moment with the true Zane here. Who was
fucking her with his throbbing heat, and not causing her pain.

But did that
mean that he’d gotten control over his feelings?

Or did he
just not feel anything at all now?

CHAPTER TEN

They were going all the way. No
pulling out. No cumming on the floor, or her back, or wherever. He’d shoot his
load inside of her and he wouldn’t shift. Zane picked Stacey up and forced her
onto her knees so he could fuck her doggystyle. Sex was sex. They were both
getting off to it. For Stacey though, she felt they needed this. It was the
only way to erase what his brother had done. Sex with Zane was nothing like the
awful sex she’d had with Conrad.

Oh shit,
Stacey
thought.
Don’t think about that now. Not when he’s about to –

Zane
ejaculated hard and fast inside her, holding her buttocks in his firm hands as
he did so. Instead of immediately withdrawing, he stayed inside her after he
orgasmed, and then she felt her own orgasm taking place as she was flooded with
his cum and cock at the same time. He nestled in behind her and cupped her
breasts to hold her. To make her feel safe.

Stacey closed
her eyes.

So they could
just be together. In this moment…

Forever…

Tap, tap,
tap.

A flashlight
poured into the car.

“Shit,” Zane
cursed. To the security guard: “Do you fucking mind?”

“Put your
clothes on, sir,” the guard replied. “Step out of the vehicle. I’ll give you a
moment to sort yourselves.”

The
flashlight moved away.

“What the
fuck are we going to do?” Stacey exclaimed. “I don’t have any clothes.”

“I’ll deal
with it. Don’t you worry.”

Zane climbed
off her and went to retrieve his clothes.

“Be careful,”
Stacey whispered.

Zane’s face
screwed up slightly. He looked outside the car menacingly. “I won’t be long.”

He got out of
the car and slammed the door shut.

“Oh man…”
Stacey gushed.

She raised
herself so she could see outside the back window as Zane approached the
security guard. She couldn’t see what they were saying, but it seemed Zane was
about to go off.

He was
yelling now. That much was obvious.

The guard
picked up his radio and began speaking into it.

Then Zane
went up around behind the guard and said something directly in his ear. The
radio fell from his fingers.

Zane stepped
back from him and the guard watched silently as he returned to the car.

“Put on your
seatbelt,” Zane told her.

Stacey sat up
and fastened it. “What did you say to him?”

“What do you
think?” Zane replied. “I told him I was a dragon.”

The car’s
engine spurred and then they backed out of their park at blinding speed. From
the back window Stacey could see the guard scrabbling for his radio.

Then she
turned around and looked forward.

She had no
idea where they were going. But at least for now, she wasn’t afraid to ask.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

“We need somewhere to stay,
obviously,” Zane answered her whilst they drove out of the car park. “I was
thinking about just leaving you back there. Figured you would be able to find
your own way. That was until, you started singing.”

Stacey didn’t
want to believe it. “You were just going to …
leave
me there?”

“My brother
is a bastard. He damaged you. Damaged our love. I wasn’t sure if there’d be
anything left between us.”

“But there
is, right? You still feel the same, don’t you?”

“No, not the
same. It’s not perfect anymore.”

Zane swerved
into the road and then took the car around another corner. Too fast for
Stacey’s liking.

“What can we
do?” Stacey murmured. “To make it perfect again?”

“I think
we’ll be okay,” Zane said indifferently. “We have a lot more to worry about at
the moment besides us anyway.”

No!
Stacey’s mind
squealed.
That’s what I’m most worried about!

“Are we going
to be together?” Stacey asked. “Are you going to protect me?”

“Don’t like
playing hard to get, do you?” Zane replied coldly.

“What?”
Stacey scoffed. “Gees. I – You’re like insulting me –”

“Sorry.
Forget I said anything.”

Stacey’s lips
trembled. “You’re right. It’s not perfect anymore, is it?”

She sat back
in her seat with a sigh.

Zane remained
silent.

“You know
what?” she said. “If you feel that way, then maybe you should just let me go
here. If you don’t want me, then I’m not going to just keep trying to please
you. I’m hurting through this too. If you weren’t so selfish then maybe you’d
notice.”

Zane hit the
brakes.

Stacey’s eyes
widened with alarm.

Zane leaned
over his seat. He was smirking.

“You can
stand up for yourself,” he said. “That’s good. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want
to get out of the car now?”

Stacey
groaned. “I’m naked.”

“Well,” Zane
chuckled. “I guess we’re stuck with each other then.”

Stacey leaned
forward in her seat. She touched his hand.

“I don’t want
to fight with you,” she said. “I want to be with you. As it was before. Please
try.”

She took deep
breaths whilst he considered.

Then she
added one word.

One word that
might just have changed everything…

“Master,”
Stacey whispered, staring into Zane’s eyes.

He stared
back.

And the
longing between them was still there. As if nothing had ever changed.

“Blossom,”
Zane whispered back.

 
CHAPTER
TWELVE

Zane gathered up the remains of
Stacey’s rags and then opened up his car door. He stepped out into the cold of
the night and threw the bundle up into the air. He opened his mouth and let a
burst of fire escape it, igniting the clothes.

Stacey
watched from the window excitedly. She loved this type of romantic gesture.
When Zane was done, he now had a new gown for her – this one sparkling pink.

“I love it,”
Stacey said, graciously accepting his gift. “Just love it.”

She stepped
out into the cold and Zane helped her get into it. He zipped up her back and
kissed her neck passionately. Stacey kissed him back. Their lips were near
inseparable. It was a wonderful feeling.

 “Come on,”
Zane said. “It’s too cold for us out here.”

They returned
to the car and Stacey got in the passenger side next to Zane.

The doors
closed. Locked. Zane revved the engine.

“So where to
now?” Stacey asked. “Do you know somewhere we can stay?”

“Actually,”
Zane replied, “I was hoping you might know somewhere.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you
must have some friends around here, right?”

“Uh…”

“It’s okay if
you don’t.”

Stacey did
have friends. Friends she could maybe even stay with. But she was worried.
Bringing Zane along was going to raise a lot of questions.

And Zane
could get really mad when asked the wrong question.

“There is
someone,” Stacey began, “that I can call. My best friend, Jasmine. She’s only a
quarter of an hour away.”

“Should we
stop by then?”

“The thing is
… Master … you have to promise you won’t cause any trouble at her place.”

Zane looked
at her carefully.

“Don’t you
trust me?”

“Well, you
are at times, easily upset,” Stacey replied.

“I’ll be on
my best behavior,” he said. “Dragon’s honor.”

“Is that even
a thing?”

“You’d be
surprised how little that word means to some humans.”

“Okay…”

“Look, I’m
not going to do anything. We’ll go in there. Sit around. Talk for a bit. Then
we’ll go to bed.”

“What happens
after that?”

“Well,
wherever the mood takes us,” Zane chuckled.

“I meant in
the morning, doofus.”

Zane blinked.
“We still need to find the portal. It’s the only way to the other world. The
only chance I have at clearing my name.”

“So we’re not
going to run and be free? Even though the clan isn’t after us?”

“My brother
was a fool to think I would ever do that.”

“But we have
a chance to live in peace together. Why do you need to go back to chasing after
them? Why do you need to prove anything?”

“Dragon’s
honor,” Zane said quietly.

“But what if
you fail?”

Zane sighed
deeply. He took Stacey’s hand.

Held it
tightly.

“All I have
to do is find the true Horatio Hurux. Or at least evidence that he was
replaced. A conspiracy this big – it shouldn’t be hard to find a crack
somewhere. I’ll be restored to my command on the Island at the very least. Then
we can live there, where no humans will bother us ever again.”

“I don’t care
about the Island,” Stacey said. “I just care about you.”

“I’m sorry,
Blossom. Without the Island, without the clan, without my honor, there is no
me.”