Badass Dragons - Complete Set (13 page)

CHAPTER
TWELVE

As Cheryl’s eyes continued to search
the sky for Synrith’s return, she was taken by surprise when he appeared within
a short distance of her on foot. His jacket was unbuttoned, his shirt and tie
out of place. The wind blew across the grass, flapping his clothes loosely from
his body. He stopped in front of her, his eyes penetrable, and sincere.

“I know
everything,” he said.

Cheryl stood
up. Her hands dangled at her sides as she looked him up and down. “What do you
know?”

“I told you.
Everything.”

She walked
towards him. She felt his eyes all over her body.

“How can I
trust you?” Cheryl asked.

“Trust me to
do what?”

“You’re not
here to kill me, I suppose?”

“If I were,”
Synrith stated, “would you really want to live in this world knowing that?”

The question
left her dumbfounded.

“My little
vampire,” Synrith cooed.

He touched
the side of her face.

So cold he
was. Just like her.

“I…” Cheryl
breathed.

“Don’t say
anything.”

He leant into
her, and before she knew what was happening they were making out. His hands
grappled her backside and they fell into the grass together, the night air
breezing above them.

Synrith
kissed and bit into her ear, and Cheryl bit into his neck. Hard.

There was a
crunching sound, and Synrith’s blood began to flow into her. She immediately
stopped when she realized what she’d done. She leaned over to spit out the
contents of her mouth, but found she couldn’t. She swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed and just wanted more of it.

Synrith sat
above her, nursing his bleeding neck. He didn’t seem all that affected.

“I didn’t
mean for that,” Cheryl said.

“That’s
okay,” Synrith replied. “Dragons are immune to the disease.”

Cheryl
suddenly felt a glowing presence inside her. Synrith’s blood was filling her up
and giving her a strength greater than she could imagine.

“What’s
happening?” she whispered.

“That’s
dragon blood inside you now,” Synrith said. “It’s the most powerful and sought
after blood a vampire can drink. As a side effect, it also accelerates your
vampirism.”

“Accelerates?”

“It’s okay.
You’ll just become stronger.”

“No,” Cheryl
cried. She moved out from underneath him. “I don’t want to do this.”

Synrith moved
in behind her. He put his hands to her waist and moved up to massage her sides.

“You won’t be
this way forever. I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Cheryl turned
to him. He kissed her lips passionately, and once parted she let out a sigh.
“How can you promise it?”

“There’s a
cure for vampirism.”

He turned her
round and she sat up on top of his lap, wrapping her legs around him.

She looked
into his eyes, to see if he was being truthful. “A cure? Really?”

“There is.”

“Jet …
laughed at me when I suggested it.”

“Jet doesn’t
know shit outside his own world.”

“Well, where
is this cure?”

Synrith
pushed her neck back and kissed underneath it. Their lips found each other
again.

“I know of
one person who has it,” Syn said as they parted.

“Who?”

“The alpha
wolf. Rafe.”

“Why does he
have it?”

“Not many
people know this,” Synrith explained, “but before Rafe was a wolf, he was a
vampire. I don’t know what the cure is, only that he was able to rid himself of
the disease in some way.”

“Well, how do
you know it’s a cure? What if there was some –?”

Synrith
silenced her, pressing his lips again.

“Trust me, I
know.”

Cheryl
studied his face.

His gentle, loving
face.

“I trust
you,” Cheryl said.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

Where to look? What time. What space.

For Synrith
and Cheryl the grass plains of tonight were captured and crystallized in an
everlasting state. She lusted for him – his body, his mind. And his blood.

He lusted for
her too, and even though she didn’t understand it, the magic of this dazzling
man who had entered her life, was far too great to not fall into. This is what
had been missing from her connection with Jet.

Everything.

In Synrith’s
arms, this was not the end of the story. This was only the beginning. For the
problems they faced, there would always be some type of answer. Some path for
them to crawl or fly through. Lies and truth – Cheryl knew none of it, but at
least with Synrith there was hope.

“The night is
not over, and we have many things to do,” he said to her. “But for the moment
now, we must come together. You must be mine completely.”

Cheryl’s head
fell into his chest. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

“And the same
goes for you to me.”

Cheryl looked
up. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

She pulled up
his shirt and ripped through his bare skin so it was against her. She put his
lips to his chest and felt the presence of his heart pumping the blood all
over. She licked the spot where it was, his skin so firm. So yummy.

Synrith
pushed her back to the ground and ripped up her dress to expose herself
completely to him. She closed her eyes and let her head roll into the grass as
he began to fuck her. Forceful. Strong. So right. She didn’t want to be
anywhere else.

As the mass
of his body descended to her, he bore his neck to her and whispered: “Drink
again.”

Cheryl’s
tongue dangled loosely over the old wound, before she pulled back the other
side of his neck and bit into it.
Crunch, crunch.

Synrith
didn’t seem at all to mind. As she drew more of his blood into her, he moaned
with pleasure. As her slurping increased its speed, so did his cock ramming
into her. When of the first of Synrith’s blood seemed to travel down to that
area of her body, she was hit with a rush of tingling sensations that almost
made her explode with orgasmic delight.

Seeing her
pleasure, Synrith encouraged her: “Keep going. I have so much more to give.”

Cheryl
planted her mouth to his neck again and kept drinking, drinking, drinking…

Soon the
blood was overflowing from her lips, and Synrith’s cock was exploding its white
hot sperm into her.

With the pair
of them both satisfied in more ways than one, they lay together in each other’s
arms on the grass and looked up at the stars. Cheryl might have pushed that
time was of necessity, but with Synrith there was no concept of time. She was
safe, protected, and loved.

Or so she
thought.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

“What is going to happen?” Cheryl
asked, her words echoing into the night. “To me? To us? What is the future?”

“Everything
will be okay,” Synrith assured her. “But the specifics always depend on what we
do now.”

“Well, what
are we going to do?”

“You will
return to the vampires. From there you will form your alliance with Rafe. He is
your number one priority. You’ll have to placate the others but as long as Rafe
is on your side, you won’t have concerns.”

“And then do
I just ask him about the cure?”

“In a
roundabout way. When he trusts you. When he believes everything you say.”

“Well, how
will that work?”

“You will
need to give me up. I’ll be your bargaining chip. Make him think you’re working
me, and somehow you’ll have to get whatever the cure is from him before I am
seized.”

“Why?”

“Because it
will be a trap for him. And there will be no going back after that.”

“And when is
this all going to happen?”

Synrith
smiled. “The sooner the better, I suppose.”

Cheryl sat
up. “You know, our plan didn’t exactly work out last time.”

“You’re
right. It didn’t.”

“What
guarantees are there that it will work out this time?”

“Well,”
Synrith murmured. “They’re not going to believe you would betray their own
kind. Mostly because – they would never believe I would befriend a vampire. It
is against dragon lore.”

“Then why are
you doing it for me?”

“Why do you
think, Cheryl?”

She searched
his eyes. “I don’t know. Tell me.”

“Because I’m
in love with you. You knew that when we first talked down in the basement of my
castle.”

“How…?”

“When these
sorts of things happen, I don’t question it. I just go with the flow.”

Cheryl shook
her head. “This is a big deal for me. Cause it feels right for me. I don’t want
you to turn out to be an asshole.”

“Oh, I’m far
worse than that,” Synrith chuckled.

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

The plan was set then. It was time to
go.

As he now
appeared in his magnificent green dragon form, Cheryl was lifted onto his back
and then forced to hold onto dear life as he flew up into the sky with reckless
abandon. There was no telling who, what or if in the future that laid ahead for
them, only that Cheryl would do her best and hoped that Synrith would keep his
word.

The lands
past below them in even faster motion than they had with Jet. Either Synrith
was a more passionate flier or Jet simply didn’t have the speed to match with
him.

From the
grass plains to the rural towns and forests – soon what they were flying over
was nothing but the water. As Cheryl understood, he was taking her back to the
vampires – and this didn’t mean Cassandra and Reiko whom had been left stranded
in Rafe’s manor, but rather the caves on the beach where Cheryl had first met
them.

They landed
on the sand in a similar position to where Cheryl had walked there from and
Synrith shifted back into his human form.

“Was that
fun?” he asked her.

“You’re much
nicer to ride with than Jet,” Cheryl confessed. “He has spiky stuff on his
back.”

Syn gave a
short laugh. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“I wish you
would come with me,” she said. “I wish you were there to protect me.”

“I will be
there,” Syn said. “I know I wasn’t before, and that was wrong of me. This time,
I will be watching. From afar.”

“You really
will?”

“Yes.”

“So if they
decide to –”

“I will come
to your rescue,” Syn said. He then added, “But they won’t.”

Cheryl put
her arms around her dragon and kissed his cheek.

He held her.

“I don’t know
why,” she said, “but this feels like goodbye.”

His neck
drifted back, revealing the water’s reflection in his eyes.

“It is a
goodbye,” Synrith said. “This might be the last time we see each other where we
have to part.”

Cheryl hugged
him again, eager for him to know that he was loved.

That was
important.

“I hope
you’re not playing games with me,” Cheryl said once the embrace was over.

“What if I
was?” Syn came back with daringly.

They both
laughed in union.

“You must be
going,” he then said.

“When there’s
an opportunity,” Cheryl said, “you will look out for Sophie too, won’t you?”

“You can
count on it.”

He bowed his
head and then walked several meters before his outline became no more than a
shadow.

Cheryl closed
her eyes and then turned back to the caves.

She hadn’t
said it yet, but she knew she loved him too.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

The trek towards the caves this time
wasn’t as frightening as it had been earlier, but it wasn’t as depressing
either. Just being away from Synrith now made her feel vulnerable. Of course,
in her state of accelerated vampirism she was experiencing an awake feeling
like no other before. The smallest details in the scenery around her were
picked up, examined and noted without the slightest effort on her part. She was
worried within herself, about the blood drinking, about being ‘not alive’… And
yet there was a numbness as well. An acceptance. As if everything was somehow
going according to plan.

The waves
near the base of the cave crashed and howled. The moon had drifted behind the
clouds so there very little light on the beach, so it was some time before the
presence of others was known.

As she
approached the edges of the cave, she realized that it could be empty. As this
was probably the place where the sect gathered during the day, they were now
sure to be far from here, on the hunt for the nightly prey. She wondered why
Synrith hadn’t considered this, and whether or not she would be waiting here
for all hours of the night.

Not wishing
to go into the darkness of the cave alone, she walked across the rocks in front
of it that led out to the sea, and sat there, trying to remain patiently.

About a
quarter of an hour past.

A short time
after that, Cheryl made out the appearance of headlights in the direction she
had walked from. Several headlights. Three motorcycles raced along the beach
towards the cave. At the entrance she was surprised to see the emergence of
dark shapes which had come out to greet the riders. Evidently the sect had been
in the cave the whole time. And now their leaders, Reiko and Cassandra, had
returned home.

As Cheryl
walked towards where the group had gathered she also saw Sophie in the crowd,
standing next to the only non-vampire present, Rafe.

He was the
first to spot her.

“There she
is,” he said, pointing. “Grab her.”