CHAPTER 6 #2
I eventually drift off to sleep. I vaguely remember dreaming of being in a garden.
A garden I had never seen. It was overgrown with beautiful wildflowers, and lush green lawns, a small cottage off in the distance.
Birds were chirping loudly, and I could hear a stream in the distance.
It was beautiful and serene. The picture started to fade slightly and shudder then I find myself in the bedchambers with Matitus and Dragus.
Sitting upright, I peer around confused.
I don’t remember coming here. Why? When did they move me from my room?
I have so many questions at the same time, though I feel at peace in their presence, safe. Which I know deep down is irrational. They are my captors; they are monsters, yet in this moment I can’t feel anything, only the feeling of being at ease with them.
“Why am I here?” I ask, looking toward Matitus.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me,” he replies.
“Is this a dream?” I ask, remembering when I dreamt of Dragus.
“Do you want it to be?” he asks, stepping closer.
“I don’t know,” I say, confused. Matitus moves closer to me.
His hand sweeps my hair off my shoulder.
He cups my chin in his hands, making me gaze up at him.
His snake-like eyes are glowing back at me.
His hand slowly trails up my arm, sending goosebump wherever he touches.
My skin becomes ignited in sparks from his touch, his hand running over my shoulder.
I lean into his hand. It feels warm against my skin, and I can smell his intoxicating scent putting me at ease.
“Does it feel like a dream?” says a voice behind me, making me look over my shoulder.
It is Silas. I know he should scare me. He doesn’t.
He steps closer until the heat of his chest presses into my back.
His warm hand skims over my hips to my abdomen, light as a feather, making me lean against him.
I feel him press closer, his nose running along my shoulder to my neck inhaling my skin.
I become lost in the feeling of his touch when I see Dragus move from behind Matitus, his hands running over the Dragon’s bare chest when I see him kiss Matitus’s shoulder.
Silas’s hands caress my stomach, moving lower when I feel him slip his hand inside the waistband on my pants, making me gasp.
His warm fingers caressing my pussy lips make me moan as he parts my lips.
He groans loudly in my ear, and I see Matitus move his hands over my breast. The pad of his thumb rubs softly over my nipple through my thin fabric.
He squeezes it and I hiss at the sudden pain.
He quickly soothes it, rubbing it in a circular motion.
Silas’s finger teases me as he rubs around my opening, and I can’t help moving my hips against his hand.
“So wet, so warm,” Silas whispers sucking on the skin of my neck. I hear Matitus groan loudly, and I see Dragus has his hand wrapped around Matitus cock through his pants. Arousal floods into me, the feeling is foreign. I never thought I would enjoy watching two men like that.
“Do you enjoy watching Dragus touch Matitus?” Silas’s husky voice next to my ear. I feel his finger slide in me, and my voice comes out as a breathy moan.
“Yes.”
I feel him chuckle against my neck, moving his finger in and out then adding another. I get lost in the sensation of him touching me. Withdrawing his finger, he circles my clit, and I moan loudly.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I murmur as he moves his fingers back inside me, my juices spilling onto my thighs.
Some part of me was trying to tell me something.
Something important. Matitus steps closer, lifting my shirt and exposing my breasts.
He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.
I moan loudly and feel Silas fingers moving faster.
I feel my stomach tighten and my skin heat.
The feeling inside me is building up. The voice gets louder, and I try to ignore it.
Then something clicks, and I become painfully aware when the voice’s next words ring clearly in my head.
“You don’t want this, this is a dream, Elora, fight it.
” I know that voice, it is familiar to me and then I figured out where it came from.
It is mine, my subconscious telling me something isn’t right.
This isn’t real. They are monsters. The picture turns grainy, the room shakes violently, and something breaks down the walls of the dream, I am trapped in.
I sit, bolting upright in bed, panting. My skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“It was just a dream, just a dream,” I whisper to myself, taking in the familiar surroundings of my room. Only I am not alone. Sitting in the corner on the chair is Silas, his lust-filled eyes trained on me. I swallow, my mouth dry, and my heart skips a beat at the sight of him watching me.
Silas stands, sauntering toward me, placing his hands on either side of me making me lean away from him. He sits on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“See how pleasant things can be if you stop fighting against us,” he whispers, moving his face closer to mine, his breath fanning my face, urging me to lean in, overwhelmed by his scent.
He chuckles softly, making me realize what I just did.
I go to move back, he just moves closer. His lips nearly touching mine.
“A few more minutes and I would have made you come,” he whispers, so close I could almost feel his lips touching mine. I furrow my brows, confused. “Really, Elora, you couldn’t tell I was in your head?”
My gaze snaps to his and then I remember back to the dream of Dragus. I wake up and he, too, is in the room and then everything becomes startlingly clear.
“That was you and Dragus?”
“Mmm yes, but what I would like to know is how you pushed us out,” he says.
His eyes are sparkling with mischief. His lips suddenly crash down on mine.
I try to push him off, struggling against him, he just presses me back down on the bed.
The bed? I think to myself… No, wasn’t I on the floor?
He must have moved me. I hear him groan, and I go stiff underneath him, my entire body tensing at his closeness.
He sighs, sitting back up and staring down at me.
“You will give in, Elora. You won’t be able to resist the mate bond for long,” he says, standing and strolling toward the door.
He locks it and I jump straight out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. What just happened?
. When he leaves, so does the fog that had a hold of me.
Getting up, I rush into the bathroom suddenly feeling dirty and disgusted with myself.
I need to shower and remove his scent that lingers on my skin.