Chapter Eighteen

Chloe

Atiny gasp slipped from my lips as he grabbed my hands and pinned them out wide to the walls.

"Like it?" he rumbled, lips trailing a line of shocks down my jaw and neck until he connected with my collarbone, sending a jolt through my entire body. "I love it. You look amazing in it."

As my head tilted back and to the side to give him a better angle, I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. "Then why do I feel like you're trying to take it off me right now?" I teased as one of his hands slid up my side and around my back, the heat of his touch spreading across my exposed skin.

"I'm not sure," he said, returning his mouth to mine, our tongues darting out, exploring, tasting one another in delicious synchronicity. "Maybe because that's what you want me to do?"

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. It had crossed my mind. But only because he'd started it, and—

My thoughts disappeared like a piece of glass shattering as he slipped one hand across my ribs and under the dress, his thumb gently caressing my nipple. The tiny ripples of pleasure intensified as he drew slow circles around the nub, carefully twisting and pulling until my back arched up toward him, giving him full access.

He roughly pulled the dress to the side, exposing my breast for a moment before his lips closed around it, sucking, licking and kissing it. My fingers grabbed his head, pulling him in tight, while my legs shook with a tiny wobble.

That shaking increased when his second hand slid down my other breast, across my stomach and dipping down over my waist, narrowly missing my pussy before finding the inside of my leg, which he slowly stroked in long, tantalizing back and forth motions. I whimpered slightly, my entire body on fire, longing for him to give me more.

"Listening to you makes my blood burn," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "I want more of it."

He didn't immediately take more, however, despite the ease with which he could. His hand was free and unencumbered. There was no way he wouldn't be able to find what he was hinting at if he went looking.

Which meant he was subtly asking for permission to continue. To make sure I was fine with it and that I wanted to continue.

"Then you'll have to find out what it takes to make me make more noise," I hissed, giving the only reply I could.

I tried to justify the response as being the one any good spy would use when under cover. That I had come to the Isles to be a dragon's mate, and it was all part of the process. I'd used sex to my advantage before. It was no different. It was a job.

Then his fingers found my half-soaked underwear and the little bump of my clit, and the lie exploded, burst through by the first waves of pleasure Silas' touch elicited from me.

I wanted it, and I knew it as I clung to his neck, moaning and whimpering into his ear as he slipped a finger into my underwear, truly touching me for the first time. The shock of the skin-on-skin contact stiffened my spine, and my loudest cry yet filled the room.

"Shhh," Silas said, clamping a hand over my mouth.

It was fucking hot. I groaned into his palm and spread my legs as far as the dress would let me, giving him access to every inch of me. His middle finger drew circle after circle around my clit, slowly, with just the right amount of pleasure.

I began to shake. The mirror on the wall trembled as well. I was so close. The orgasm he wanted me to have was almost there. I was so close, so close, he would make me—

"Come for me," he ordered, his eyes burning with feverish intensity as he watched my face.

My body heard, and it obeyed. I wrenched forward against the pressure of his hand on my mouth, breathing hard through my nostrils, even as my fingers wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull it away from my mouth, so I could cry out in pleasure.

But he didn't let go. His strength was too much, and I was forced to do little more than moan into his palm while fresh wetness soaked my pussy. My clit tingled with the sensations as warmth flooded my mind, spreading slowly down my body like a wave.

"That was fun," Silas growled, a shit-eating grin spreading from ear to ear. "Time for another one."

He spun me around without waiting and hiked my dress above my waist. Before I could say anything, protest, or more, he pulled my underwear aside and buried his face in my ass. His tongue flicked out, and I basically died.

I was in the middle of the fanciest clothing store in the dragon city, and the son of one of the most powerful dragons was eating my fucking ass. I clamped my teeth down onto my forearm, trying my hardest to not give us away, but it was near impossible. Anyone who walked by the changeroom would hear my moans and tiny little cries as he pleasured my asshole.

It was hot. Really, really hot. His hand worked up my leg and began to fondle my clit while he licked me from behind. Then he slipped a finger inside. It was too much with all three places being stimulated. I couldn't take it.

The orgasm came roaring out of nowhere, and I leaned heavily on the wall for support, so I didn't fall to the floor. Wave after wave of Silas-driven pleasure washed over me, pounding my body with its intensity, stripping me of strength and resistance.

When Silas finally stood up, his pants stayed on the floor. My eyes widened at the sight of his glistening cock. Not because of what was going to happen, but because of the size of it. He was huge. I bit my lip, unsure of the logistics of taking that entire thing inside me. It was the biggest I'd had, with a perfect purple head and curve to it.

"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!"