The Dragon Takes What's His(27)

By: Marcy Jacks

Blaze grabbed the other warlock by his shoulder, gripping hard, his claws coming out and sinking deep into the man’s flesh. It was an accident, but in Blaze’s mindless terror, he couldn’t force himself to stop.

“Please. Please, you have to do something. You know magic. You can help.”

“I know dark magic, and what little other magic I can do…” Sebby shook his head. “I can cut him open and get the broken egg pieces and the child out, but he could die.”

Blaze’s heart sank. Not even that it sank. His heart was swallowed up entirely by his stomach.

Zack puffed for breath through the sweat. “Do it.”

Blaze shook his head. “We’ll find another way.”

“No.” Zack shook his head, clenching his eyes shut as though desperate to ward off his pain and tears. “Do it. Get him out. He’ll die. Please, Blaze! I don’t want him to die. I did this so he wouldn’t die.”

Blaze stroked Zack’s hair. “He won’t die. We can do something else. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

“He needs to have this done now,” Sebby insisted, suddenly getting a backbone. “I get that it’s early, and his body hasn’t prepared him for this yet, but it needs to happen.”

The entire idea was that, after another eight weeks had passed, the eggshell would become so fragile, so brittle, that when it came time for birth, it would crack and break naturally on its own, but it would be paper thin, causing no harm to the mother. Or the bearer, in this case.

Dragon males had their anatomy changed when in dragon form. For the wolves, they also delivered in their wolf forms, their male bodies changing to female to accommodate the birth.

But Zack was neither a dragon nor a shifter. Where the hell was the baby going to come from? He hadn’t been able to answer his mate when he’d asked the last time because there was no answer to give to him.

The only answer was a C-section. Or a spell, anything. But Zack was clearly not in any position to perform that sort of spell, and Sebby was not a white warlock.

“Can you block his pain?” Could a man die from too much pain? A man could pass out, but would he die?

Sebby shook his head. “I don’t think so. I should…I should just focus on one thing at a time. I don’t want to mess this up.”

Sebby lifted a finger. The tip of it already glowed a bright red, as though there was a laser light there.

Blaze clutched at Zack’s hand, and he’d never been more terrified in his entire life.

He looked down at his mate as Sebby moved his shirt out of the way with his free hand.

Something poked on the inside of his belly, creating a sharp angle against his skin. The skin was not broken, but Blaze could see how that would be painful.

“Zack, listen to me. You need to try casting some spells on yourself. You need to make it so this won’t hurt so much.”

Zack shook his head, too far gone with his pain. “I can’t. I can’t. Get him out. Get him out!”

Zack was crying now, and Zack crying made Blaze start to cry. He barely realized that, with his distraction, he’d left his mate wide open for another attack. He briefly glanced up to make sure Gold was doing all right. The warlocks were gone, but the heavy fog was still there. Gold stood guard in his dragon shape, as though to make sure there would be no other warlocks or spells coming at him through the haze.

Blaze’s heart thumped. He squeezed Zack’s hand.

“Baby, stay alive for me. Okay? I don’t care about any spells you cast or where you came from, what you did, none of it. You stay alive for me, all right?”

Zack looked at him. “Take care of the baby.”

Blaze bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to take care of the baby. He wanted to take care of Zack, and if this child was lost, then he wanted to make another child with him. He never wanted to be parted from his mate ever again. It didn’t matter if he remembered that time away from Zack or not. His soul felt it.

He wouldn’t be able to survive without him.

“P-promise me.”

Blaze gritted his teeth. He nodded. “I promise, but not if you don’t try to live. You have to at least try. Otherwise I don’t promise you a damned thing! You understand!”

Zack groaned, as though that was the last thing in the word he wanted to hear.

Blaze didn’t care. He didn’t care if he was being cruel, and he didn’t care if he wasn’t being fair. If being cruel to his mate would force the man to try and stay alive for him, then so be it.

"Wouldn't mind having my bear right about now."

Blaze went to grab it immediately. If it gave his mate something to cling to, then all the better.