body’s attempt to black out, forcing herself to stay awake and bear the pain. She writhed and contorted, but Ferrovax never let go of her ankle, keeping it immobilized while he cut parts of her free.
Finally he stopped.
“No more,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“It is done,” he told her. His face was drawn and she could see some of her own pain reflected in his visage.
It was done. She could feel it. Swiftly her healing began to act, and the pain dulled in a matter of minutes. It was still excruciating—even with the fast healing of a shifter, there was still a hole in her leg—but it was quickly backing down from its near-unbearable levels. In a few minutes, she was able to sit up and take stock of the situation once more, the pain having faded closer to a dull roar in the background.
“You did well,” Ferrovax told her. “I am impressed at your strength.”
“Thanks,” she said, ignoring his questioning look. He wanted to know more about her, about how she had been able to go through what he had just done. Not yet, she thought.
What she couldn’t put from her mind, however, was the way he touched her. His hand was still resting on her exposed leg, though it was now slightly above her knee instead of at her ankle. A warm tingle was slowly spreading from the contact area, overwhelming the painful remnants and making its way up her leg. It gently stoked the fire between her legs to life, leaving her breathing hard once again.
His eyes.
Once again they had turned from a gray-brown to silver, and she watched as they began to brighten. It might have been creepy to some, but she was mesmerized by the sight. She stuck out a free hand, caressing his cheek. The dragon shifter—no, Ferrovax she corrected—flinched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.
“Let me look at the rest of your injuries,” he said softly.
She nodded, expecting him to look her over. His eyes never strayed from hers. It was his fingers that began to explore her body, pausing at each minor scrape she had accumulated that evening that had yet to heal.
His hand left her thigh, but only to jump to her face, stalling the rush of cold that followed its removal. His fingers gently eased a strand of hair from her face, exposing a cut she had received on her face.
“All of the rest look okay,” he said after leaning in to inspect it.
His lips were right next to her ear now, and his warm breath washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her head turned on its own to look at him again. They were mere inches apart. Their eyes flickered, looking deeply into one another, searching each other out. She wondered what was going to happen next.
It wasn’t long before she found out.
***
The instant his hungry lips found hers it awoke something in her. A deep, vast hunger that she had never before known rose up and enveloped her, guiding her closer to him with unerring precision. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling the man she didn’t know closer to her.
What is going on? Why am I doing this?
It wasn’t like her to throw herself out there for men she just met. Not in these circumstances at least. But with Ferrovax, it was like she had always wanted to, but had never before found the right man for her. Now she all but flung herself at him, pulling him in tight to her as their lips pressed against each other fiercely.
His tongue gently pushed apart her lips, and she opened her mouth to meet him, letting him explore her. Her hands roamed across his muscular back as he leaned over her, careful not to disturb her leg.
In the end, it was she who ruined the moment, by forgetting about that same injury. She bumped her leg against the ground and the jolt of pain that shot up her leg hit her brain like a shock of electricity. She pushed him back just far enough that she could look into his eyes again. Even as she watched, the intense glow faded and he returned to normal. The transition made her shiver with barely contained