Page 21 of Fated for his Flame

“Oh, great,” I groaned cheerfully. “Nothing like a little pressure.”

Silas’ great lizard head craned around to look at me with one of his giant yellow-orange eyes, the vertical pupil watching me closely. “You took that rather well.”

“On the outside,” I said, giving him what I hoped looked like a false, unsteady smile I’d plastered on to hide my fear. It felt real to me because I’d looked down briefly and channeled those emotions into it.

The truth was far different. As a spy, every mission meant running the risk of death. At least with the dragons, it sounded like I didn’t have to worry about being tortured. They would just bite me in half or burn me to a crisp. A quick death.

Silas seemed to accept my response and focused on flying. I exhaled slowly. That had been too close. I had let my true self shine through with that flippant remark. I had to be better going forward.

Otherwise, Silas might realize just how right his father was.

Chapter Eleven

Silas

“I never did thank you,” she said, pushing her chair back from the table and gathering her plate.

“For breakfast? I think you did,” I said, referring to the gaping astonishment plastered upon her face after seeing all the food I’d made.

I’d had a good laugh at her expense, and it had set the tone for the day as far as I was concerned. Which was necessary because yesterday was unpleasant. Even after we’d arrived at my apartment and I’d shown Chloe her room, things had been a little terse.

She stuck out her tongue, making me chuckle some more. I liked the human woman. She had spirit and wasn’t full of herself. I was a firm believer in being able to laugh at yourself was important, and Chloe had no issues doing that, it seemed.

“For yesterday,” she said a bit more seriously, grabbing my plate, too, before I could protest and taking them to the sink to rinse and clean.

“My father is a dick. You didn’t do anything to deserve that,” I said, trying to wave it off.

She set the clean dishes on the drying rack, running a towel over her hands before coming to stand next to me. I twisted my head to the side, watching silently as she gestured with one figure for me to stand. I did.

“That still doesn’t mean you had to stand up for me,” she said, wrapping her arms around my chest and leaning into my side.

I jerked slightly, completely taken aback by the unexpected contact. Heat billowed as the furnaces were stoked by her skin, the pressure of her body against mine. I could feel one of her little breasts against my rib. Her head was on my shoulder, her hair falling over my arm.

“Thank you,” she said. Her voice caught just a little bit, though I barely noticed through the haze of heat waves clouding my vision.

My dragon was rearing up, wings wide, getting ready to pounce. It tried to force my hand from where it rested on her lower back, driving it lower. My fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to cup her firm ass and feel the flesh in my grip as I lifted her clear of the floor. I could imagine her legs wrapping around my waist. The gasp of her breath as I showed her just how thoroughly she could be dominated by someone with my strength.

It would be so easy. So quick. Even now, just standing there, her breathing was shallower, her pulse quickening. I could feel the beat of it, the sudden rapid increase. She felt it too. Her body wanted it. Wanted me. My cock swelled, blood rushing into it. The pull of my pants soon felt good, and I began to imagine how her hand would feel wrapped around my shaft, jerking it slowly.

I took a breath and decided to go for it.

“So,” Chloe said, pulling away as if sensing my intentions.

She turned back toward the kitchen immediately but not before I caught sight of the flush of her cheeks and the outline of her nipples through her shirt. The obvious physical signs meant I wasn’t imagining the tension forming between us. The unspoken desire.

But she wasn’t ready to act on it. Now with some space between us, I could think clearly. It was quite understandable. We’d only met the day before. Devouring her on the kitchen counter was quite the jump. But soon. Soon, I would taste her and hear her moans fill my house.

My dragon roared its approval.

“So,” I echoed, deciding to tease her a bit more. “Or is that all you have to say?”

She stuck out that lovely pink tongue of hers again, and I briefly imagined it sliding up the shaft of my cock. Oh, yes, I was going to have her. “What’s the plan of attack? I want to know all about how you’re going to turn me into a ‘proper dragon lady.’”

The sarcasm flooded her words like a tidal wave. Clearly, she thought she was fine the way she was.

“I’m going to attempt to work a miracle.”

When her jaw dropped open, I grinned. She recovered and shot me a saucy look that nearly had me spinning her around and pushing her up against the cabinets as I tore her pants apart and thrust into her.

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