The Silvia Saga: Boxset

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Blair

Dara meets my eyes, smirks, then shrugs as if not wearing a bra isn’t a big deal. Her nipples are as hard as rocks, poking out through her top. Fuck. My dick hardens. This girl can turn me on with just one look. Her long, dark wavy hair. Her adorable smile. Her fire. Her strength. Her sassy attitude.

All of it makes my heart burn with desire and need. She keeps me together through my hardest days. She’s the reason I made it through James’s torture. She’s the reason I keep living. Without her, I would have given up.

My lips brush against hers. She slips out her tongue and runs it over my bottom lip. We take it slow. Her sweet taste takes over all my senses. The hammock sways as she rolls herself over so she’s straddling me, but she doesn’t break our kiss. Luckily this hammock is larger than the standard. She pushes her hips into mine, grinding her core against my cock. I moan into her mouth. She slowly pulls back, placing soft kisses down my neck, and my eyes close in bliss.

“Eyes on me, Blair. I want you to watch me,” her sexy, gravelly voice commands.

I oblige, watching her as she moves her sexy mouth farther down my body. Placing my hands behind my head, I track her every move. Her eyes stay on mine as she places kisses down my chest.

“Shirt off.”

“Yes, boss,” I say, smirking.

I love this side of Dara, ordering me around and taking charge. She knows exactly what she wants, and it is only fair to give her just that. Sitting up, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up, taking my time as I begin to take it off, teasing her. Finally, I pull it over my head and throw it to the ground. She pouts and I laugh, shaking my head.

As I lean back down into the hammock, I catch her staring at my chest with want and need shining in her eyes. The way she looks at me is like nothing else. She loves me for who I am. I don’t have to try with Dara. From the moment we finally reconnected after years apart, I felt it—the bond we share and that she shares with all my brothers. It’s magical, a connection that instantly drew us together.

She gently places her hands on my chest, slowly moving her nails over my pecs and down my belly. Her eyes are still trained on my own. She unbuckles my pants and pulls down my zipper. She licks her lips, and I nearly come undone. She manages to roll down my pants without me having to move an inch. Now I’m buck naked in the hammock with Dara kneeling over me, looking hungry. She moves down, taking me into her mouth. Her sweet lips consume me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as her tongue flicks around my shaft. Her head bobs up and down as she takes me in. She gags but doesn’t stop. Needing something to hold onto, I grip her hair, gathering a fist full. Her hand finds my balls. She plays with them while sucking my cock like it’s her favourite meal. Fuck, that’s hot.

She lets me go with a pop. In the next second, her clothes are gone and she’s naked from the waist down. She sits, easing herself onto me. Her head falls back, and she lets out a little whimper. She rides me slowly. Her lips part, and she breathes my name. Her hands find my chest, her nails dig in, and it takes everything in me not to come right now. Her pussy clenches as she leans down and presses her lips to mine.

“I love you, my sweet boy.” As the words leave her, she lets go and so do I, filling her with my release. For the first time in weeks, I feel lighter.

We stay out here for a little bit just enjoying each other’s company andcoming down from the high.

Dara sighs. “We need to go and see your mother. Make sure she’s doing okay.” She gets up and pulls on her black jeans.

My chest tightens at her words, but I nod. Something isn’t right. My mother does occasionally get sick, but something about this feels wrong. She has been in bed for a few days now, sporting a fever. But she insists that she’s fine, that we don’t need to worry. Typical of my mother—she doesn’t like anyone fussing. That’s her job.

There have been a few others in the village with a similar-sounding bug that has them bedridden as well. I just hope that our healers can come up with some medical remedy to fix them because nothing is working so far. We haven’t figured out where the bug has come from, but we’ll get to the bottom of it. Probably just an infection from the vegetable crop or something. That has happened once before many years ago.

Pushing myself up and out of the hammock, I go in search of my clothes only to find Dara standing there with them in her hands. She’s sporting a cheeky smirk.

“Looking for something?” she asks, winking.

I chuckle, grabbing them from her. Once I’m dressed, we make our way downstairs to find Jolie and Kayla on the couch talking. Kayla looks a lot better than she did when she first arrived on our doorstep. Shivers roll through me, it still haunts me seeing her in Alaric’s arms unmoving. The colour has returned to her cheeks, and she’s now moving around the house, getting out of the damn bedroom. Being stuck in one place for too long isn’t good for anyone—I know that from experience. I shudder at the thought. That dark room, the cold, concrete floor, the dripping of the tap …

Something touches my arm and I flinch, stumbling backwards.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Dara’s voice soothes me, breaking me free from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, trying to shake it off. Offering her a reassuring smile, I step into the kitchen. Declan’s leaning against the bench, talking to Oliver.

“I’m heading over to Mum’s to check on her,” I say, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“I’ll come. Declan has to go do some training with Harlan,” Oliver says, slapping Declan on the shoulder.

We meet Dara and Jolie back in the living room. Looks like my sister’s coming too.

Our parents’ place is just next door. I knock lightly then push the door open stepping into the open planned living room.It’s laid out exactly like our home, kitchen to my right and the stairs to my left. There’s a deep red couch that Mum got from someone at the market, and it really suits the house.

Our father isn’t here. I saw him earlier this morning going out with his friends to bring in the next harvest of fresh food. He isn’t home much due to the duties he must complete for the village. With Mum sick, his absence doesn’t sit well with me. She needs to have someone with her at all times. What if something happens to her and no one’s around to help? My chest tightens at the thought. My mother is the woman who held us all together as a family; her kindness is like no other. She thrives when we are all together.

When she and Dad moved out to give us privacy with Dara, it felt strange. Don’t get me wrong—it was what we’d needed—but not having them here each night for dinner is different.

We head upstairs into our parents’ room. The door creaks in protest as Oliver pushes it open. My mother’s in her bed, but she sits up slightly with a smile on her face when we enter. The others move inside, but I stop just outside the door, taking her in. She looks terrible. Her skin is pale, and she seems to have lost a bit of weight by the way her cheeks hollow in.My stomach drops. This isn’t good.

“Come in, sweetie,” she croaks out.

I offer her a warm smile, not wanting her to think that I’m really worried about her. That will only stress her out, which she doesn’t need. Air filters in through the open window and I join Dara on the couch next to Mum’s bed. Dara takes my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze.

“God, you look like shit, Mum. Old fella not feeding you?” Oliver teases, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

She offers a small smile.“I’m fine, my dears, just caught some bug.” She coughs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I notice a tinge of red and try to hold it together but, man, it hurts seeing her so frail like this.

“Mum, you need to come to our house so we can be there if something happens. I don’t like you being here alone when Dad’s away,” I say, standing up, ready to take her right away.

“No, I said I’m fine, dear.”

I look over to Jolie and Oliver, who both obviously feel exactly the same way as I am. She needs to be with us in our home, and nothing she can say will change my mind.

“Please, Mum. It would give us one less thing to worry about. Having you there under our roof … at least we’d know that you were okay,” Jolie begs, taking our mother’s hand in hers.

It’s silent for a minute, but then our mother nods in agreement. She hates the thought of us worrying about her, especially with everything else that we have going on.

Oliver helps Mum stand. She wobbles a bit leaning on him for support and I quickly move over to help.

“This is so embarrassing,” she says with a sigh.

“It isn’t, Mum, you’re sick and we’re helping. Drop it,” Oliver snaps back with a bit too much bite, but I get it. He’s worried about her, we all are.

It takes a while, but we get her down the stairs and out the front door. We get her safely back into her old room in our house. Once she’s settled in, Declan calls us down for dinner.But all through the meal, even while the others talk about finding the next stone, my mind’s on my mother.

What is wrong with her?

And what if she doesn’t get better?