CHAPTER 9 #2
“I was wondering what was taking so long, now I know,” he says, and I can tell it amuses him, as he peers at Dragus who has a sheepish grin on his face. Silas stares down at his journal, opening the cover.
“I didn’t read it,” I blurt out, anything to get the attention away from what we were just doing. Silas hands me the book and I hesitate before taking it from him.
“Interesting year you gave her, Dragus,” he says, raising an eyebrow at his mate.
“Well, if she is going to read it, she might as well read about how it all started,” Dragus replies.
“Come, I want to go to bed,” Silas says before glancing at me. I shake my head, and his eyes blaze angrily at my refusal.
“It wasn’t a choice, Elora.”
“We won’t force you to do anything, Elora, calm down, I can hear your heart pounding,” Dragus whispers, stepping behind me, before running his nose from below my ear to the crook of my neck. His warm hands make me shiver and I feel warmth spread throughout my body.
Silas comes over and tugs my arm and I move my feet, following him up the stairs and into their room.
Matitus isn’t in the room, yet I can hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom.
Steam wafts out and into the room. I stand in the doorway peering around the room.
Silas goes in the bathroom, and I sit on the armchair in the corner of the room.
Dragus rummages around in the walk-in, coming out in a pair of boxer shorts, his masculine chest bare and I swallow nervously as he walks toward me, stopping in front of me.
My eyes on the waistband of his pants where his V-line disappears into. He passes me a shirt.
“Put this on, you will be more comfortable, better than sleeping in jeans,” he says, climbing in the bed. He waits, but I don’t move, frozen under his intense gaze.
“Fine, I will turn around,” he says, turning his back on me.
I quickly pull my shirt and bra off, my eyes on the bathroom door.
Pulling the shirt over my head, I then pull my jeans off underneath the shirt which sits mid-thigh.
It is that big. Just as I pull the pants completely off, Matitus and Silas come out with towels wrapped around their waists.
My gaze darts to them as I take them in.
Silas’s skin is darker than Matitus’s, water running down the muscles of his stomach as he moves toward the walk in.
Silas is the biggest of the three of them.
Packed with more muscle than both of them, too much muscle for abs like Matitus who is leaner.
His eight-pack rippled with each movement.
Matitus moves to the walk-in and grabs some shorts and pulls them on.
Silas, however, drops his towel; I blush at the sight of him.
I have never seen a man naked in the flesh.
I feel my cheeks heat as I avert my eyes.
I hear Dragus chuckle softly at my embarrassment.
Silas struts over, not bothering to cover himself, and stands in front of me, my gaze glued to the walk-in door, and I feel my face getting redder with him being so close.
“Does my nudity bother you, Elora?” he asks, and I press my lips tighter together, refusing to look at him and knowing if I turn his cock is going to go right in my face.
Silas chuckles softly and I feel all their eyes on me.
Matitus stands next to the door watching and I find my eyes trailing over his body. I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of him as arousal floods into me. My body once again betrays me, and I see him smile.
Silas bends down, his lips next to my ear. “Do you like what you see?” he asks, making me look away from ogling Matitus. I press my lips together, refusing to answer and embarrassing myself further.
“Well, do you?” he asks again, and I feel sweat bead on my neck.
“Please stop,” I grit out, not wanting to answer his humiliating questions. Of course, I find them attractive. Who wouldn’t with their godlike bodies and sex appeal; a blind man could tell how gorgeous they are. Why humiliate me, when they know the answer?
“Leave her be, Silas,” Dragus says.
“You don’t need to answer, Elora, your silence is an answer in itself,” Silas quietly chuckles, turning around and climbing in bed with Dragus.
Matitus moves off from the door and nods toward the bed.
I shake my head. No way I am getting in bed with them.
I didn’t trust them, and I didn’t trust myself not to react to them.
“Can I go back to my room?” I ask.
“No, you stay with us from now on. Besides, if your powers do manifest overnight, I want to make sure you don’t try to escape again. Now come to bed,” Silas says.
“No, I am fine here,” I tell them.
“Suit yourself, but don’t whine when you get a sore back.”
They are right, this armchair is terribly hard. Getting up, I move toward the fireplace, dropping myself on the rug. I hear the bed squeak and Matitus comes over to me.
“You can sleep in the bed, none of us will touch you without you saying so, Elora.”
I don’t believe him, not after witnessing how cruel Silas could be.
When I don’t move, he sighs loudly, walking to the bed and grabbing a pillow off it and handing it to me.
He then drops a duvet on top of me and I feel heat rush above me then see heat waves, the fireplace suddenly catching alight from his breath.
Matitus then turns and strolls away, climbing in the bed. I yawn, suddenly tired, and I hear someone flick the lamp off beside the bed, plunging the room into darkness.
Halfway through the night, I am awakened.
I have this strange sensation rush over me, blistering heat consumes every piece of skin.
I feel like I am boiling from the inside out.
Sweat coats my skin and my hair is saturated and stuck to my face.
I am so hot I find it difficult to breathe, having to really focus on each breath I take, forcing myself to breathe.
Rolling over, I feel delirious, like I have been drugged as the entire room shakes violently around me.
I glance toward the bed, all three are still sound asleep. My mouth is so dry my tongue is sticking to the roof of it. Getting on my hands and knees, I try to crawl to the bathroom. My knees getting stuck inside the oversized shirt making me fall forward with a thump.
My hands are glowing red—so hot I think my skin will melt off at any moment.
I grit my teeth through the pain that is searing throughout my body from my head to my toes.
My entire body becomes consumed with fiery heat.
Using the end of the bed, I pull myself to my feet hanging on to the bedpost, waiting for the room to settle as I am hit with the most severe vertigo.
The room is slanting, and I feel gravity is against me.
Staring at the bathroom door, I stagger toward it, hitting the door frame as I try to grip onto it. My legs are heavy. I force myself to remain upright. Then my feet go out from underneath me, and I think I’m falling backward, only to find Matitus has grabbed me, cradling me against his chest.
“What’s happening?” I try to ask, but my words don’t sound like mine.
Blinding light makes me tighten my eyes as they flick the bathroom light on.
I hear voices— distorted and hard to understand.
Cold water washes over my skin making me gasp as my body temperature plummets, and my eyes snap open in shock.
My skin cools under the steady stream of water.
I lean heavily against Matitus, and my breathing becomes easier as my core temperature plummets.
Matitus is sitting on the shower floor with me draped across his lap. All three shower heads turned, cooling my temperature to bearable levels. Feeling hands grabbing and pulling at me, I am forced to lean forward as I feel the shirt being lifted off my head.
I try feebly to stop them from stripping me. I’m unable to put up much of a fight when I can’t feel my limbs.
“It’s just the Dragon heat, Elora. Stop thrashing.”
I wasn’t even aware I was thrashing; I can’t feel my body, only the burning as it consumes me.
“Make it stop, make it stop!” I scream.
“We can’t unless we mark you. It will stop, you just need to ride it out,” Silas says.
“Do you want us to mark you, to make it stop?”
I shake my head or at least I hope I do and then I feel nothing, absolutely nothing as darkness wraps around me, taking my sight, my taste, and feeling, as the darkness swallows me.
Waking up, I am still hot; this time, it isn’t from the dragon heat.
It’s because of the two arms and two legs draped over me.
I see I am now in their bed. On my left is Dragus and on my right is Silas.
I can’t see Matitus, so I assume he is also in the bed somewhere.
Wiggling my arms out, I lift Dragus’s heavy arm off my body, then peel Silas’s off.
I pull myself up the bed and rest my back against the headboard.
Noting Matitus is beside Silas, I try to figure out how to get off the bed without either stepping on one of them or waking them with the movement.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I then attempt to climb over the top of Dragus.
The bed is dipping as I shift my weight.
Dragus’s eyes fly open while I am halfway on top of him.
His eyes move from my face down my body. He smirks, making me peer down. They had put a fresh shirt on me. They hadn’t replaced my underwear; the shirt hoisted up from my movement, giving Dragus an unobstructed view of my lady parts.
I quickly slap my knees shut, leaving me sitting on his muscled abdomen.
“Quite the predicament you have found yourself in,” he chuckles as he grips my knees, trying to pull them apart again. I slap his hand.
“What? I was only looking. Next time don’t flash me, and I won’t look. It is hardly my fault,” he laughs.