Dragon Actually (Dragon Kin #1)(39)

Briec shook his head. “I can’t.”

Fearghus frowned. “What do you mean you can’t?”

“I mean I can’t . . . because he’s already here. He awaits you in your den.”

Before Fearghus could react, Morfyd’s hand suddenly gripped his arm, nearly tearing the skin off. “Gods, Fearghus. Annwyl.”

“Dragon!” Annwyl called out before she even entered his part of the lair. “Dragon! Are you here?”

She marched into the dragon’s main chamber, the words she needed to tell him on her lips. “Fearghus, I . . .” She stopped.

Although the dragon she now saw before her bore the same size and color as Fearghus, this one’s black mane had silver and white hair streaked through it, and his scales were not as bright. Clearly an older dragon.

And he definitely wasn’t Fearghus.

She stopped and stared at him. The old dragon looked at her.

“You.”

The look of welcome she always saw in Fearghus’s eyes did not spark in this dragon’s. And she knew in that split second he wanted her dead.

She burst into a run, the dragon’s flames just missing her. The dragon took in another deep breath so Annwyl dived behind a large boulder. Flames erupted all around her as she crouched down low. The flames went around the boulder but its heat scared her beyond anything she’d known. He could kill her with one blast. She ignored the panic that began to rise and unsheathed her sword.

After several moments, the flames stopped and she could hear the dragon stomping toward the boulder. She held her breath and waited. He stopped and she glanced over just as his snout came around the boulder, latching on to her scent. She waited until the beast’s head was close enough then she slashed him across the snout. Dragon blood spurted across her arm and the dragon roared in pain and anger as she sprinted out, heading away from the beast. He charged after her. Annwyl knew that in order to survive she needed to let her instincts take over. She weaved between other boulders, using the beast’s size and weight against him.

When he stopped to strike her with flame, she would again hide behind a boulder or a stone wall. But she couldn’t keep it up much longer. She needed to kill the dragon before it killed her. She stayed behind a boulder longer than normal and this time, just as she somehow knew he would, the dragon came from overhead.

As his head silently lowered to get close to her she jumped up on the boulder and onto the beast’s snout. Startled, he gave her the time she needed to run up and over his head, down his neck, across his back, until she reached his tail. She knew he could use it as a weapon, so she moved quickly. She held the tip down with her foot and slammed her sword between it and where the scales were at their smallest and weakest. Where Fearghus once cut his brother’s tail off.

She impaled the tail, burying the blade into the ground. The roar he sent out shook the cave and Annwyl knew she only had seconds before he got himself loose. So she unsheathed her second sword and ran under the dragon.

She could only pray that a dragon’s weakness was the same as a human’s. The groin. She lay flat on her back and, using her legs, slid completely under him. She had to move quickly. Once he realized she was there, all he had to do was lie down.

As she hoped, the hard scales that covered the rest of his body did not cover his groin. His shaft protectively tucked up inside the flesh, thankfully out of sight and away from her face. She’d already seen more of this dragon than she’d ever wanted to. She raised her sword and dug it into the beast’s fleshy underbelly, readying herself to push the blade through. She hoped the move would allow her time to get out of the cave and out of the glen if she had to.

“Annwyl! No!”

Annwyl froze. Blood began to seep where the tip of her blade rested, but she pushed no further. The dragon above her stopped breathing. He couldn’t sit now. True, he’d crush her, but he’d impale himself in the process.

“Annwyl, love. Give me your hand.”

Annwyl glanced over and saw the shiny black talons of her dragon. Breathing hard, a war raged in her soul between the warrior ready to strike the killing blow and Annwyl the woman who knew this dragon was Fearghus’s father.

“Fearghus?”

“Annwyl. Trust me.”

Annwyl looked back at the bleeding beast above her. If the old dragon killed her now, she knew as sure as she knew her own name that Fearghus would kill him. The old beast wouldn’t risk that. She decided to trust the one being she’d trusted all along.

She grabbed onto his talon and allowed him to snatch her out from under the great dragon. He pushed her back into Morfyd and Gwenvael and turned to face his father, protecting them all with his own body.

Chapter 13

Never before had anyone gotten so close to killing Bercelak. And if he hadn’t stopped her, Annwyl would have killed him. She found the one weak spot on a dragon. The one place with no protective scales.

When the four of them charged in, Annwyl had just slid her long body under the dragon’s. Fearghus called her name but the blood lust had her, and she couldn’t hear him. So he shifted, his voice shifting with him, almost bringing the walls down with his call to her.

Part of him didn’t want to stop her, he was so angry at his father. But he knew that if Annwyl killed him, there would be no going back for the queen. She would move heaven and earth to destroy Annwyl and he would do the same to protect her. But at the sound of his voice, she stopped. Cold. He wasn’t sure she had that kind of self-control. But, as always, Annwyl continued to amaze him.