Page 37 of Fated for his Flame

“I’ll be slow,” he said, sensing my hesitance. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice as he stepped up behind me. Thick dick or not, I wanted to get fucked just then. My pussy was dripping with anticipation. He gripped his shaft. I watched his fingers wrap around it, enjoying the sight before it disappeared behind me, ready to enter my pussy, to fill it completely, right there in the changeroom.

“Silas!” a voice barked from somewhere outside the changeroom. “Get out here. Now!”

Chapter Nineteen

Silas

I’m going to fucking kill Caleb.

I stared down at my cock, so hard it was straining against its limits, mere inches away from her plump pussy with its lips glistening, ready to accept me deep within. My dragon roared and fought me. My hips swayed closer to her. Nearly touching tip to opening. It would be so easy. Just step up and push in. I could take her right there, right then, and make her mine. Ours. I wanted it. She wanted it, judging by how she pushed her hips back toward me, trying to capture my cock that way.

The door shook. “Silas. I’m sorry. But we have to go. Right now.”

A silent groan deflated me.

Meeting Chloe’s eyes, I apologized with a look. We’d been so close. But whatever Caleb wanted, it was urgent. The unease and worry in his voice was evident to anyone who knew him. That wasn’t like him. He was as calm and composed as they came. For Caleb to interrupt us—and there was no doubt he knew what we were up to in there—it had to be something serious.

Why, I wondered. Thought my decision was already made as I pulled up my pants, doing up the button and belt I’d undone while eating her ass—a memory that brought a smile to my face as I recalled the surprise in her gasp. A few seconds later, Chloe had properly settled the dress around her waist once more and, with a shrug, pointed at the door.

We were as ready as we would ever be. There was no disguising what we’d been up to anyway. Her sex was thick on the air and my lips. No dragon would miss that. So, I opened the door and hit Caleb with a hard glare. Brother or not, I was very unhappy just then.

“This had better be good.”

Caleb’s nostrils flared, and his eyes flicked past me to Chloe, but only for a split-second. Then he was all business again as he confirmed what he’d suspected we were doing in Jennsen’s changeroom.

“Father is looking for you,” he said tautly. “Something’s wrong. He says it’s urgent. That you need to get to the house as soon as possible.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s probably got some made-up evidence Chloe is here to cause us all kinds of harm or something,” I said, scoffing.

“He didn’t say a thing about her,” Caleb replied. “But he was angry. Not gloating.”

I pondered that for a moment, leaving the changeroom and the smell of Chloe’s perfect pussy behind. Not that the thoughts of it were far. I wanted more. To taste her once more. To take her and make her mine, watch her body shake as I fucked her hard somewhere she could properly cry out and enjoy herself.

Reaching back, I took her hand. Making quick arrangements for payment with Jennsen, we left the store with Chloe holding her clothes in one hand and still wearing the dress. I kept picturing it on the floor, pooled around her naked body, even as we took to the air and winged it toward the family estate.

“What the hell set him off?” I pondered out loud, knowing I had to get my mind off Chloe’s body, or I would be walking into a meeting with my father with a raging hard-on tucked up under my belt. I didn’t need that distraction. Not if it was serious.

“I don’t know,” Caleb said. “But he’d been calming down the past few days without you two around. Then something happened to set him off again.”

“We haven’t done anything new or unusual,” I muttered. “So, what changed?”

Nobody had any ideas.

We landed at the estate and, with Chloe on my arm, I strode into the house. Although Father hadn’t asked for her presence, I intended him to know we were mates, that where I went, so did she. He would just have to deal with that.

“He’s in his study,” Abby said, meeting us in the hallway. “Waiting.”

“Thanks, sis,” I said, giving her a one-armed hug and kiss on the top of her head.

“Be careful,” she warned. “He’s pissed. I’ve not seen him like this. Not even when you brought her home.”

Abby didn’t look at Chloe when she spoke. My eyes tightened in disapproval, but Abby didn’t care. She turned and left.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said, walking with heavy steps toward my father’s study. Whatever bullshit he’d gotten worked up over, I wanted him to know I was coming, and I wasn’t happy about it.

Caleb trailed behind. I didn’t blame him. I’d avoid father if I could, too, when he was in one of his moods.

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