Susannah Scott - Luck of the Dragon

She had to escape.

Alec met Leo and Tyren near the elevator. “Let’s go.”

The three stepped into a private elevator that whisked them upward, past the regular hotel rooms for humans to the secure living quarters of the dragons. Alec appreciated that his lieutenants didn’t question his strategy—he wasn’t sure himself how he was going to handle the disgruntled Siberians and their new leader.

They stepped off the elevator into the dragons’ communal area. The space was even more elaborate than the main casino. Dragons from around the world had been encouraged to send tribute gifts for their new home. Over the two years it had taken to build the casino, the human construction crew had learned not to ask questions when amazing raw materials just showed up on the job site.

In the communal area, gold and semi-precious jewels glittered from the walls. Mosaic Italian tile lined the floor, old world limestone—not concrete-made to appear like limestone—provided the supports. To a dragon, the sanctuary had a pleasant vibration, akin to the happy humming of a favorite song. It was a haven for them from the chaos of the casino and the world beyond.

“Where are they?” Alec asked Leo.

“Still in the tower.”

Alec walked outside and across the patio roof to the locked door of the unfinished tower. The glass tower stretched thirty stories to the sky without dividing floors. Inside, raw sheetrock and metal girders gaped with all the welcome of cold, creaking steel.

“Siberians!” Alec yelled into the cavernous space, his voice echoing. “Show yourselves.”

Blue dragons with white flames in their eyes and white markings on their tails and wing tips soared from beams like supernatural vultures. Blunted horns grew from their heads. When they roared, sheets of ice spread through the air. The ice fell to the ground and shattered in chunks on the concrete floor.

A large brown dragon coasted among the Siberians. This warrior sported the red markings of a fire dragon. Alec recognized him immediately—his old enemy.

“Ambrogino!” Alec’s dragon blood pumped through his system.

The blue dragons descended in a circle and changed to their clothed human forms. Ambrogino also landed, shifted, and stalked forward. He looked unwashed, which was unusual. He was vain, and in the past, he had always prided himself on his good looks. But now, with his black hair long and grimy and gold hoops in his ears, he looked like a barbarous Treasure Island pirate.

“Why do you stay in your human form? Are you afraid of me?” Ambrogino taunted Alec. “Or have you already lost your wings?” He laughed, and the mangy looking Siberians joined in.

Alec’s dragon roared under his skin, reacting to the insult with bestial instinct. “You think to finally make a stand against me with the support of the northern dragons?”

“North, south, east, west—they will all be mine soon.”

“The ceremony is only one night away.” Alec clenched his fists. “Many will suffer if the ceremony cannot commence. Despite our history, I’ll allow you to participate, if you’ll drop your challenge and swear your loyalty to me.”

“Never!” His enemy stepped forward until they stood nose to nose. He smelled of stale cigarettes. “I’ve seen your mate. Your very, very succulent human mate.”

Tyren stiffened at his side. How would Ambrogino already know about Lucy? The threat to her made fire flash in his eyes and his wings throb at his back.

“My lineage is not your concern,” Alec said. “Do you join us or do you die?”

“You’ll be the one to die.” His enemy clapped twice and stepped back. “You have your first and second, I see.” He looked scornfully to Alec’s left side. “Poor Tyren, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

Fury raced through Alec’s blood, and he changed to his black dragon form in a flash. Soul-deep tremors surged through his body as his dragon gained its full power. He spread his wings and gusted air at the challenger. He waited, as was customary, for his enemy to change forms.

“Finally.” Ambrogino smirked and jumped into the air, changing into his brown dragon form mid-leap. He surged toward Alec with his fangs bared and spiked tail swinging.

Alec’s talons met the attack, and he slammed the lighter-bodied dragon to the ground. The hard floor absorbed the impact with a shudder. The brown dragon flipped over and crawled to his feet. Alec blew smoke around the room, obscuring the fight from the others.

Inside the column of smoke, Alec circled. The brown dragon feinted, left, then right, and blew a stream of fire at Alec. Alec dodged and waited. The highest dragon always had the advantage in a fight. His enemy was trying to trick him into giving up his superior position.

Ambrogino soon grew impatient and stalked to the perimeter of the smoke, looking for a different advantage. Fury raged through Alec at the thought that he might escape. With a roar, he dove on the brown dragon, pinning his enemy to the ground.

“You’ll never win.” His enemy heckled him in the old language. “You have become soft and predictable.” He wound his tail between their bodies and pointed the razor sharp tip at Alec’s heart. He pushed the tip between Alec scales, and to Alec’s astonishment, the tip speared through his scales to his rib cage.

Pain exploded, and his vision wavered. Alec roared and jumped off. The barbed tail imbedded inside his chest yanked free, pulling his scales out with it. Blood dripped over the brown dragon.

The brown dragon roared in short and staccato bursts, the equivalent of human laughter. He jumped in the air and met Alec eye to eye. “You’re dead.”

“Not even close.” Alec lunged at him, clamping the brown dragon’s tail between his vise-like jaws. Alec shook his head back and forth, shaking the dragon like a bullwhip. Finally he slung Ambrogino to the ground. He followed him to the floor and held his back leg on his flailing tail.

“Submit!” Alec latched his jaws around his neck.

The brown dragon bucked under him, trying to get leverage. Alec tightened his mouth, and his caustic saliva coated the brown dragon’s face. The furious beat of the brown dragon’s pulse hammered on his tongue, and Alec’s blood fury rose. He bit harder, until his enemy roared in pain.

“ Submit! ” Alec repeated with mind speak.

Through the smoke, Tyren and Leo marched forward. “Swear your loyalty, Ambrogino,” Leo ordered. “You’re beaten.”

One of the Siberians came forward and bowed. “I am Ambrogino’s first, and the former leader of the northern fold. The fire dragon is beaten. We pledge our loyalty to the black dragon in return for attending the ceremony.”

Ambrogino roared underneath Alec, and Alec gave his neck a shake until his enemy stilled.

“And the brown dragon?” Leo asked.

“I cannot speak for him,” the man said.

Alec pushed his teeth into his enemy’s neck. Blood oozed. His life would end with one more squeeze of Alec’s jaw. Since the day his former friend had tried to take the throne from him, he had waited for this moment. The moment when he would push his fangs into his enemy’s throat, his death just moments away. He wanted to do it, end the fight for good.

Alec firmed his mouth, ready to bite—

“I submit,” Ambrogino gurgled. Alec paused, feeling his frantic pulse and the taste of his metallic blood against his tongue.

“Jer’ol,” Leo called. “He is done.”

Frustration beat through Alec. This wasn’t over. His enemy would challenge him again, and again until he was dead. But he was the Jer’ol, the leader of the dragons. How could he expect others to follow the ancient ways if he did not?