Burning for the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance (Fated Hearts Club Book 1) by Cecilia Lane Page B
Authors: Cecilia Lane
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pulled a silver knife from her belt. Her hand smoked and bubbled
where she clutched the silver, but she only drew her teeth back in an anguished
snarl.
It was a weapon hunters and dragon slayers used to kill
shifters. The wicked curve of the blade was likely enchanted to slice through
tough flesh and hard bone, perfect for murdering any shifter. The silver of
hilt and blade meant no shifter would use it against their attacker.
Unless, of course, they were crazy or desperate. Alexa was
both.
He charged at her, leaping and throwing himself into her
legs. They rolled again. The hard edge of the knife slid against his skin and
burned as the flesh parted underneath. Using the coiled strength of his dragon,
he brought his legs up and into her stomach to kick her body over and off the
ledge.
Luca rolled again to his feet and hesitantly walked to the
edge of the ledge. There was nothing but silence on the air. No screams. No
beating of wings. No thumps of a body rolling down the cliff side.
A hard moment passed. He held his hand back when he heard
Penelope rushing for him.
Then he heard the beating of wings.
Alexa’s black dragon body rose into the air. Her tail
swished in balanced agitation and hate gleaned in her eyes. Penelope screamed
for him to get back.
Alexa’s maw opened. The black depths sparked with the fire
from within. It boiled and grew and she inhaled a great breath to spew a jet of
flame into the cave, where human and rock alike would melt.
He raised his arms to the front of his face at the last
second. The shift rippled through him, turning arms to scaled wings. The full
force of her flames hit him. His flesh burned under her, but he was to be the
Dragon King. Some maddened subordinate would not beat him.
He ignored the pain in his wings when the flames subsided
and launched his bulk into the air. Dark red scales the color of blood glinted
in the air. Fear glazed over Alexa’s black, faceted eyes and she tried to pull
herself away from him. She managed to turn and flee.
She didn’t get far. His wings swept downward with power
fueled by threatened rage. She would have killed his mate, then him, and she
threatened his parents. Attempted regicide wouldn’t endear her to any of his
kind even if she managed to survive. He would ensure she didn’t.
His large jaws snapped at her tail, her wings, anything that
came near. She dodged him with quick tips of her wings, spinning upward to spit
fire at him or angling downward to avoid having a chunk taken out of her scaled
hide. They danced in the dark clouds of the storm, hidden from any who would
try watching them from below.
He spewed a jet of flame in her direction and she was slow
with her dodge. The flames grazed over her wings and bubbled blisters under the
scales. She was tiring. He just needed to push her more and then he could end
their battle.
His own dragon protested when he beat his expansive wings
down and shot straight into the air. It was thinner at that height, but he also
had the advantage of diving down onto his enemy if she couldn’t dodge him. He
found her easily; the black of her body streaked toward him. He tucked his
wings and dove, a blast of flame leading his way.
The fire hit her before his body did. They tumbled through
the air and toward the ground far below. She clawed at him and roared. He
snapped at her and snarled. They needed to part ways or they both would crash
to the ground. Even a dragon wouldn’t recover from such a fall.
His hind claws got a purchase in her belly and he dragged
viciously downward. Her roar of anger turned to a scream of pain. Luca pushed
her away and unfurled his wings, letting the air catch him and slow his fall.
Weak beats kept him aloft, but Alexa continued to tumble below him.
His heart heavy, Luca used drafts of air to carry himself
lower while using as little energy as possible. He was cut, bruised, and burned
in countless places in his dragon form and knew he had similar injuries in his
human
where she clutched the silver, but she only drew her teeth back in an anguished
snarl.
It was a weapon hunters and dragon slayers used to kill
shifters. The wicked curve of the blade was likely enchanted to slice through
tough flesh and hard bone, perfect for murdering any shifter. The silver of
hilt and blade meant no shifter would use it against their attacker.
Unless, of course, they were crazy or desperate. Alexa was
both.
He charged at her, leaping and throwing himself into her
legs. They rolled again. The hard edge of the knife slid against his skin and
burned as the flesh parted underneath. Using the coiled strength of his dragon,
he brought his legs up and into her stomach to kick her body over and off the
ledge.
Luca rolled again to his feet and hesitantly walked to the
edge of the ledge. There was nothing but silence on the air. No screams. No
beating of wings. No thumps of a body rolling down the cliff side.
A hard moment passed. He held his hand back when he heard
Penelope rushing for him.
Then he heard the beating of wings.
Alexa’s black dragon body rose into the air. Her tail
swished in balanced agitation and hate gleaned in her eyes. Penelope screamed
for him to get back.
Alexa’s maw opened. The black depths sparked with the fire
from within. It boiled and grew and she inhaled a great breath to spew a jet of
flame into the cave, where human and rock alike would melt.
He raised his arms to the front of his face at the last
second. The shift rippled through him, turning arms to scaled wings. The full
force of her flames hit him. His flesh burned under her, but he was to be the
Dragon King. Some maddened subordinate would not beat him.
He ignored the pain in his wings when the flames subsided
and launched his bulk into the air. Dark red scales the color of blood glinted
in the air. Fear glazed over Alexa’s black, faceted eyes and she tried to pull
herself away from him. She managed to turn and flee.
She didn’t get far. His wings swept downward with power
fueled by threatened rage. She would have killed his mate, then him, and she
threatened his parents. Attempted regicide wouldn’t endear her to any of his
kind even if she managed to survive. He would ensure she didn’t.
His large jaws snapped at her tail, her wings, anything that
came near. She dodged him with quick tips of her wings, spinning upward to spit
fire at him or angling downward to avoid having a chunk taken out of her scaled
hide. They danced in the dark clouds of the storm, hidden from any who would
try watching them from below.
He spewed a jet of flame in her direction and she was slow
with her dodge. The flames grazed over her wings and bubbled blisters under the
scales. She was tiring. He just needed to push her more and then he could end
their battle.
His own dragon protested when he beat his expansive wings
down and shot straight into the air. It was thinner at that height, but he also
had the advantage of diving down onto his enemy if she couldn’t dodge him. He
found her easily; the black of her body streaked toward him. He tucked his
wings and dove, a blast of flame leading his way.
The fire hit her before his body did. They tumbled through
the air and toward the ground far below. She clawed at him and roared. He
snapped at her and snarled. They needed to part ways or they both would crash
to the ground. Even a dragon wouldn’t recover from such a fall.
His hind claws got a purchase in her belly and he dragged
viciously downward. Her roar of anger turned to a scream of pain. Luca pushed
her away and unfurled his wings, letting the air catch him and slow his fall.
Weak beats kept him aloft, but Alexa continued to tumble below him.
His heart heavy, Luca used drafts of air to carry himself
lower while using as little energy as possible. He was cut, bruised, and burned
in countless places in his dragon form and knew he had similar injuries in his
human
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