Page 123 of Flameborne: Chosen
A still, small voice screamed an answer to that, but I tore out of that kiss, sucking in a breath as, stomach roiling, I took hold of her hips and put her back on her feet, pushed her away, stumbling back as she staggered in the straw then blinked, struggling to focus on me.
Her eyes were glazed.
She was still drunk.
And I’dkissed her.
Oh fuck.
“I’m so sorry,” I said hoarsely. “I didn’t… I shouldn’t have… that was never—”
My mind went to war with my body as her gaze cleared—then clouded with fear rather than lust. I tried to find the words to say that I had never wanted her.Wouldnever… but my body made the thoughts a lie. I couldn’t get them past my throat. I spluttered and gaped and…
Bren blinked again and finally focused. Then her eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “Donavyn, I wasn’t—”
I waved her off. “I don’t know what got into me. I wouldnever—”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I was the one who—”
“Please, forgive me,” she breathed.
“You havenothingto apologize for!”
“You can go. I won’t go anywhere. Except to bed. Alone, I mean. I wasn’t—”
“Of course. No. Yes. Absolutely. I wasn’t—you do that. I’m so sorry, Bren,” I babbled miserably as she stumbled backwards, her eyes round with shock.
Cursing myself, I turned for the door, stumbled, clawed both hands into my hair—then drew up short as I came face to face with my dragon who stood between me and the stable door, slow tendrils of smoke curling from his nostrils.
‘Donavyn? Are you well? You seem flustered.’
I gaped at him.‘Flustered isn’t even close. That doesn’t begin to—’
‘I told you it would be better if she was there for it as well.’
My jaw dropped and my hands fisted at my sides. It was the closest I’d ever come toslapping the smug smile off my dragon’s face.And he didn’t even have a smile.
‘You arenotfunny. Not even a little bit, Kgosi.’
He huffed a laugh, those tendrils of smoke becoming short plumes. But that only made my ears heat as I stormed past him and yanked the dooropen to get out of the stable—but jerked to a halt when her room door slammed closed.
I went still at that sound, consumed with the memory of her staring up at me, then pulling me down, the taste of her—
“Fuck!” I hissed the word through my teeth, threw the stable door closed, then stormed down the aisle, my boot heels ringing on the flagstones.
‘The strong language seems unnecessary.’
‘If you aren’t going to help, then you keep your smug, horny mouth closed.’
‘We don’t use our mouths for that part.’
‘God help me—’
‘He already has.’
‘I swear, Keg, if you don’t be quiet I’ll… I’ll…’
