There was no fighting what his dragon had been telling him for months. He belonged with Lachlan Ironwood, and if his dragon had to fly away with him and lock him in a tower to keep him forever, no one would be able to stop it. Not even Apollo.
18
Lachlan should never have doubted Apollo's ability to get clothes at short notice. The suits and accessories for the party arrived in the afternoon with an elderly woman wearing all black and small gold-rimmed glasses. She greeted Apollo with a kiss on each cheek.
"And who is this imposing young man staring at us?" she asked Apollo, switching to English.
"This is Lachlan. He has been very vocal about how much he likes the suits you have tailored for me. The tweed in particular," Apollo replied with a smile so innocent, it would fool the angels.
Lachlan got hot, but he covered it up by stepping forward and kissing the old woman's slender hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Madame."
"Call me Claudette. Are you dating this one, Apollo?"
"No."
Claudette made a 'humph' sound of disapproval. "You should. I know what you look like in the tweed, and he wasn't admiring your face."
"Not true. I always admire his face as well as his ass," Lachlan replied, and the woman cackled in a way that would make a statue blush.
"I like this one. I'm glad I chose the bear mask for you tonight," she chuckled.
Valentine came in and kissed her too.
"Hello, Valentine, my love. Still single?" she asked.
"Still waiting for you to agree to a date, Claudette," Valentine replied with a smile that was so full of the Greatdrakes' charm that she smacked him playfully on the arm.
"At my age, I don't want to have to teach you young men anything," she flirted. "Now get dressed, all of you. I want to see if anything needs adjusting."
Apollo and Lachlan went to the bedroom at the same time, which only made Claudette laugh louder.
"I'm changing in the bathroom, you old hussy," Apollo declared, and it didn't stop her cackling for a second.
Lachlan placed the bagged suit down on the bed. "You'll have to give me her address so I can send her those flowers," he said to Apollo's retreating back. He flashed him a smile over one shoulder that hit Lachlan in the heart like an arrow before shutting the door behind him.
Lachlan rarely had any occasion to wear a suit, and he certainly had never worn one that fitted so comfortably. Lachlan knew that Apollo had a good eye for clothes but didn't realize he had somehow managed to get his measurements perfect. He was a big guy and struggled to find something that fit his shoulders but didn't bag anywhere else. The midnight blue shirt was a soft material he didn't know the name of, but it felt nice against his skin.
Lachlan was about to do up his belt when the bathroom door opened, and Apollo took his breath away. His suit was a black and gold brocade with a shirt of black lace with a matching jabotcollar. Lachlan didn't think people outside movies ever wore them, and he wanted to rub his face all over the soft ruffles. He wore nothing underneath the material, and seeing the enticing patches of skin made Lachlan all kinds of lustful.
"What do you think?" Apollo asked and did a twirl.
"You don't want to know my thoughts right now," Lachlan replied because every one of them was filthy.
Apollo preened happily and batted his lashes. "Try me."
"You look like a vampire aristocrat that I want to fuck up against the nearest wall as you bite my neck."
Apollo laughed in delight, and it made Lachlan's dick go hard in the blink of an eye.
"You don't look half bad yourself," he said graciously while smoothing the satin lapels of Lachlan's jacket.
Lachlan groaned. "You do know we are meant to be on a mission tonight, and I'm going to have a terrible time trying to remain focused while you look so damn good."
"A good thing you're a professional then," Apollo said and made a twirling motion with his hand. "Turn. I want to see the full effect."
Lachlan turned, and Apollo's hands grabbed his hips to stop him from making the whole circuit. A growl echoed low and deep from Apollo, and he pressed up against Lachlan's back, rubbing the hard bar of his dick over his ass.
"Good to know I'm not the only one distracted," Lachlan tried to joke, but his voice was a little bit too raspy.
