Dragon Down Under(23)

The creature sneered. “He mated you. I can smell it and see his mark. It will be an easy trap, they will both come, and they will both die.”

“T…trap? Die? Just w…what the h…hell are y…you?”

She couldn’t stop her chattering teeth.

“Silence, human, or I’ll rip out your tongue.”

Brimstone's abrupt charm suddenly felt like a chocolate fudge sundae with all the trimmings. She missed it, missed him. Damn it, how did she end up being the helpless female from one of her stories, waiting for her larger-than-life hero to swoop in and save her?

Good god, she was. Man, she was so going to change her female characters if she survived and got back to her warm hotel. She groaned, realising she didn’t have her own hotel room. This was real and fucked up, and the numbing cold told her it was not fiction.

Hang on, what did it mean 'trap'?

The creature obviously didn’t think of her as a threat. He turned his back, still staring out over the lake. Anger warmed her belly. She took a deep breath, stilling her shaking to grab a large rock in her hand and rise to her feet.

If he was an actor, she was about to be in a lot of trouble, but if it was a demon, then no foul, but she would be damned if she let anyone hurt the one man who made her feel more treasured and desired than anyone ever did.

Sure, he was rough around the edges, but the look in his eyes when she caught him staring at her made her heart pound and her stomach flutter. Not to mention, his amazing body she could stare at and explore for eternity. What was there not to want?

Creeping up behind the thing the best she could, she raised her trembling arm, ready to clock the thing over the head. A loud roar made her jump in fright as a stream of red and orange flame lit up the night sky, and she saw the huge, red dragon it came from.

“Amber!” Brimstone's deep, worried voice sounded in her head.

Holy shit, that’s my Brimstone?

“Yes, my love, it’s me. Hang on.”

The tattoo on his chest was nothing compared to the real life version now diving straight at them. He was huge and his scales gleamed brightly in the moonlight. Momentarily lost for words, all she did was stare, he was so…so…“Magnificent.”

The creature turned, snarling at her and making her stumble back a step.

“No, human, they are dead,” he hissed, before turning and yelling. “Now, come now, we need to kill both dragons.”

“Oh, no, you fucking don’t, he’s my dragon, asshole.” Amber swung with all her strength, but the thing was too quick, catching her hand before it could connect with the side of his head. Pain exploded across the side of her face when he struck her and she spun, falling sharply onto the stony shore.

The distraction was enough. Brimstone swooped in, the creature screaming as Brim's huge talons caught it, lifting it from the ground and into the air. She winced at the crunching sound when Brim tore it in two with his powerful claws.

The dull thud of its remains hitting the ground made her stomach churn. She took in a slow, shuddering breath. Brim’s ruby jewelled eyes gleamed when he landed and chuffed warm, woodsy air over her. Oh, god, the warmth felt so good.

A little bit hysterical from the shock of everything happening, she clambered to her feet, hands on her hips, and glared up at her big, red dragon looming over her.

“Well, about time! Are you going to get me out of here, or let me freeze my arse off?”

A shimmering red mist surrounded the huge, red dragon and he shrunk down to his human height. While stepping through the mist, she watched the last of his scales melt into his body. Standing totally nude, in all his delicious, buffed up glory, he yanked her roughly into his arms, the heat of his body making her want to crawl under his skin.

“By the gods, Amber, I’m never letting you out of my sight again, even for a second!”

“Nice to see you, too. What the hell happened? What was that thing, and where the fuck are we?” she managed to demand with her face squashed against Brim’s hard, lovely, warm chest.

“That thing was a hunter demon. It teleported you here. I don’t know where we are, but I can tell we’re still in the Human Realm. Are you hurt?” He held her away, his red eyes scanning for obvious injuries.

From behind them, a large golden dragon flew in, landing gracefully on the rocky ground. In the same manner Brimstone transformed into human, Slade walked casually from his golden mist in human form, also completely nude and utterly gorgeous. No matter how handsome Slade was, however, she didn’t feel anything towards the other man-dragon other than admiration for a nice body and friendship.

“By the gods, it’s cold,” Slade muttered.