Aurum Dragon (A Paranormal BBW Shape Shifter Romance) (Dragons of Cadia Book 3) by Amelia Jade

Author:Amelia Jade [Jade, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Daxxton

He took one last delightful look at her naked body, covered in his cum. Fuck, she was hot. His cock responded, ready to take her once more, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he said, gathering his clothes up in his arms and making a beeline for the door.

What had he been thinking?!

Peeking his head out the door, he glanced down the hallway. It was clear, and he fled to his own room.

Right across the hall.

So much for putting some distance between us. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, but he couldn’t, because his guilt came back full swing.

Now, not only had he slept with someone else, but in his panic he’d run from the room, leaving her covered in his cum!

Daxxton hung his head in shame. There was nothing he could do about it now. Walking back across the hall just to clean her up, then running away, would only make things worse than they already were. The idea of that brought a smile to his face for a moment, but it was quickly smothered by his inner guilt, which had decided to return full force.

I’m sorry.

The wordless apology could have gone to both women, he knew. But right then he was only thinking of Kyra, his mate. Long ago he’d made a promise to her. To always be faithful. He’d kept that promise emotionally, if not physically, until just then. But there was no denying the fact that though it had been rough and not tender, the coupling with Miranda had been an emotional thing, not just for relief of his physical desires.

He knew Kyra wouldn’t begrudge him having sex. But he couldn’t bear the thought of knowing he’d failed her with his heart. After more than five centuries of keeping it for her, he’d failed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the empty room.

He dropped the clothes in a pile next to the ones from the day before, which were now pressed and clean, neatly stacked on the bed.

Then he moved into the en suite bathroom and ran the shower, hoping it might help wash away the guilt, but knowing in his mind that it wouldn’t do a damn thing besides clean his body.

The whistle of the showerhead as it poured hot water slowly morphed into the screams he dreaded. Images flashed behind his eyes.

“No,” he protested, not wanting to relive it. “Please. Not now.”

But they didn’t stop. He saw the faces pleading with him. The corpses and fires strewn about. The blood everywhere he turned.

And the screams. Always the screams of the injured, wailing as they cried out for their mothers.

“STOP IT!” he roared, going berserk. His fist smashed into the wall, tile crumbing under the blow as he drove it right through the reinforced concrete board underneath.

Shrieking, his brain assaulted by more images than he could handle, Daxxton tore the bathroom apart. He reduced the tub to ruin with several swift kicks, the porcelain shattering. The vanity crumpled as he yanked it from the wall and hurled it into the corner, splintering apart under the impact.

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