Authors: Julia Mills
Her Dragon's Fire (37 page)
Tonight was a perfect example. He had rushed back from his clan’s lair just to watch as she left work and went home. Sure he had missed her until he spotted her little blue Jetta, still parked in the doctor’s parking lot, he looked at his watch, noting it was already almost six hours past the time she should be leaving the hospital.
Hell,
he really was becoming a stalker and most definitely felt like a loser. He knew her schedule by heart, but still called in every other day and sweet talked one of the retired ladies that volunteered in reception for her hours.
“She must have taken an extra case again,”
he said to himself. From sitting in the waiting area on the days that it rained or snowed or he just got tired of sitting on his motorcycle, he knew that she took the cases no one else wanted and noted they were almost always children. When he had heard that she was the most requested resident in the entire hospital, not only because of her skill and knowledge, but because of her incredible bedside manner, he could not stop the surge of pride he felt. Thoughts about her bedside manner that had nothing to do with her skill as a doctor, and everything to do with him getting her naked and under him seemed to be on his mind constantly.
Sitting in the shadows for almost four hours and beginning to wonder if she was ever coming out, he propped his bike on the kickstand and started to towards the emergency entrance. Just as he crossed the street, the scent of lavender, rose petals and jasmine caught his attention. His head popped up and there standing not a hundred yards in front of him was Samantha. From the way she held her head slightly to the side, he could tell that the muscles in her neck needed a massaging and his hands ached to do just that.
She has to be exhausted
, he thought to himself but still thought she had never looked more beautiful. Using his enhanced speed, he returned to his bike before she had time to spot him. Being a coward was not something that sat well with him but he had his reasons and they included eliminating all threats to her life before even considering bringing her into his world.
He sat on his well hidden Harley as she headed for her car, completely mesmerized by the sway of her rounded hips as her steps ate up the pavement. He had lost count of the number of times he had dreamt of his hands on those hips. His favorite fantasy had her bent over the arm of the huge overstuffed couch in Kyndel’s old apartment, his fingers gripping her hips as he drove his hard cock into her hot, wet pussy until they were both screaming their release. He breathed deeply, trying to dislodge the image of them both naked and spent after hours of hot, sweaty lovemaking from his brain, just in time to see the dark brown braid that she always wore cascade down her back as she removed the surgical cap she had most likely forgotten until now.
He held his breath as she undid the tiny pink holder from the end. He had only seen her hair completely unfettered a few times and it had been one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed. He longed for it to be
his
fingers running those curly brown locks instead of hers as she rubbed her scalp and removed a few of the knots he was sure would be present after so many hours bound up. His cock hardened again in his jeans as he watched those beautiful curls blow in the wind and prayed for the day he would feel them all over his body. Her hair was soft as silk, he remembered from the brief time she had spent in his arms when he carried her from the rubble of the abandoned warehouse after the explosion. Samantha was absolutely breathtaking. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined scrubs could be sexy but damn his woman knew how to wear them.
He watched as she got in her car, fastened her seatbelt and wished for the hundredth time that he could go to her but knew in his heart that the timing was all wrong. The taillights on her car flashed as she backed out of her parking spot and headed towards the road that would take her to the little white cottage with black shutters on the edge of the woods that she called home. He adjusted his half erect cock, threw his leg over the seat of his bike and waited just a few minutes before following her to make she didn’t spot him. His brethren would rag him relentlessly if they knew what he was doing. He would just have to make sure they never found out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Seven months! Seven long months of hiding, only leaving the hovel he was holed up in when absolutely necessary. He had even resorted to paying neighborhood urchins to fetch supplies for him to avoid going out in public, where those fucking werepanthers, or even worse, the damned Dragon Guard could scent and find him. He had one amulet left and had to save that until he could locate the illusive witch and have her bespell more of those precious magical discs. If only he and those cowardly fucking wizards had been able to complete the ritual they had planned, then he would be able to draw on an almost endless reserve of black magic and hide his dragon nature from the assholes that hunted him. As it was, some criminal they were all calling ‘The Auctioneer’, who had his sights set on ruling the world,
cue the dramatic music
, had blown up the building and his chances of completing the ritual he so desperately needed. That ritual and the ensuing black magic was essential to his plans for revenge against all the people that had let him down, tortured him, left him for dead, or just pissed him off in general.
He smiled as he remembered that he had kidnapped his cowardly brother’s mate right in front of Aidan’s eyes, and had kept her from him for quite some time. He heard they had finally broken through the spell. He wished he could have seen the long hours of suffering his brother endured while he wondered if his mate lived or died. Of course, it was nothing like
he
had endured at the hands of the wizards, but it was a taste of things to come, things that Andrew would make sure his older brothers and all of those worthless Dragon Guardsmen suffered. Along with the memories of the short time he spent with Grace, Aidan’s mate, was the look of pure frustration upon the face of the great and powerful Dragon Guard Commander, Rayne MacLendon, as he activated one of the last of his amulets and disappeared right before the fierce warrior’s eyes.
He simply had to find a way to get to that damn witch. It would only take a few more of her special amulets for him to be able to leave the horrid place he was calling home and find another coven of witless wizards to help him acquire the black magic he needed to put all his plans into motion. Her creative brand of magic allowed him to be able to hide in plain sight from the best trackers in the world, and also to hide his dragon nature from the wizards when he found them. She was the only witch he knew powerful enough to do what he needed, and she was proving damn near impossible to draw out of hiding. He had never expected the flighty blonde to have enough sense to hide, but apparently looks were deceiving. She must have run when she learned of the debacle at the warehouse, scared even though he had done everything in his power to protect her identity. He was almost positive he had succeeded. She was a white witch after all, no one would suspect her of being involved in his plan, and for the most part, she wasn’t. She was a means to an end and he had used her like he used everyone else, but that did not negate the fact that he needed to find her, quickly. He had even tried to use his rusty dragon senses to reach out to her, but they only seemed to pick up on others of his old clan. He feared they could use it as a beacon to find him, so he had shut them down and not used them since the day he sensed his brother and beautiful mate close by. If things continued the way they were much longer, he may just have to try again and hope for the best.
He headed to the kitchen for another shot of whiskey. It seemed to be the only thing that kept him from pulling his hair out by the roots as he sat around waiting for news from his spies that something, anything, was finally going his way. He watched as the amber liquid poured into the chipped glass he had procured from a thrift shop around the corner, on one of the very few trips he had made out into civilization in what seemed like forever. He was awakened from his half drunken musings by a knock on the door. Grabbing the gun he had taken off a dead body in the alley behind his rented shack, he carefully stalked to the door. No one was due to stop by until tomorrow, but maybe one of the losers he used to do his bidding had found something interesting.
Standing to the side of the door, he sniffed, and listened intently. He may not have control over his other dragon senses, but he was definitely using his enhanced sense of smell and hearing whenever he could. Hell, he may not like it, but he was a dragon shifter, and if it got him even one step closer to executing his plans, then he would use whatever he had at his disposal. The stench of black magic filled his nostrils. He could hear an accelerated heart beat along with rapid breathing on the other side of the door. There was a wizard on the other side of his door, a frightened wizard, but a wizard nonetheless. Maybe his luck was about to make an upward swing. The heavens knew it was about time. He didn’t stop the evil grin that touched his lips as he reached for the door handle.
“Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly,”
he thought as he opened the door.
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