CHAPTER 13
I woke up from the strangest dream. I know it had to be a dream because no way in hell would I let them touch me like that.
Dragus once again playing with my emotions and senses.
You know those dreams where they feel so real when you wake you still feel like you are trapped in the dream still?
Right now, I am getting that weird sense of Déjà vu.
Stretching, I notice everything feels different to when I went to sleep.
As I roll over, I come face to face with Silas.
He moves, throwing his arm over me and nestling into my chest. Chest?
Where the fuck is my shirt? I shove him off, yanking the blanket, trying to cover my exposed breasts.
A breeze comes from the blanket moving, my ass catching a draft I know I wouldn’t feel if I had panties on.
Looking under the blanket, I see I am completely bare, which makes me gasp out loud.
It was a dream, a dream. I was so sure it was a dream.
Matitus groans, yanking the blanket back.
I squeal when he pulls the blanket down slightly.
His eyes flutter open, and he smiles up at me.
His eyes duck down to my hands, which are covering my breasts, a smirk creeping onto his face.
“Good morning, Elora,” he says while tugging me closer, making me squirm under the blanket when I feel his cock brush my leg.
I spring up on the bed, ripping the blanket completely off them and wrapping it around myself.
Matitus seems alarmed. Silas and Dragus both roll onto their backs, peering up at me, groaning from my waking them.
Silas tries to tug the blanket back, but I grip it tightly.
“Why am I naked?” I demand. Please still be dreaming; I would rather this be a nightmare than reality.
“You don’t remember?” Silas says cocking an eyebrow at me. He rolls on his side and tries to tug me back down onto the bed. I pull away from him.
“No, I was asleep and you,” I yell, pointing to Dragus, “were meddling in my dreams again.”
Dragus snorts, a grin on his face. “It wasn’t a dream. It may have started out that way, but you weren’t dreaming, quite willing in fact,” he says. I feel the blood drain from my face. My eyes move to Matitus, who is also wearing the same triumphant grin.
“Y--you were…” I stutter, staring at him, horrified at what I allowed him to do.
“I what, Elora?” he asks with an amused tone of voice.
My face heats, remembering where he had his face.
I feel like I am about to die from embarrassment.
I wouldn’t have minded if a hole opened up in the ground right now and swallowed me whole.
Matitus moves, making me move toward Silas as he playfully tries to tug the blanket off me.
“Want me to remind you? I enjoy hearing you moan out my name,” he purrs.
Silas grabs my ass through the blanket, and I jump falling over the top of him onto the floor with a thump.
A squeal escapes me at the feeling of falling as I clutch the blanket to me, spilling onto the floor in a not so ladylike manner.
Silas leans over the bed, staring down at me.
“Have a pleasant trip?” he says, laughing at my blushing face.
“Argh, you said you wouldn’t touch me!” I scream, shaking with anger.
“Hey, you started it when you were dry humping my leg,” Matitus says, sitting up and glancing over Silas’s shoulder at me. My face feels like it is on fire, and I know I am red; I can practically feel the color staining my cheeks.
Standing up, I stalk toward the bathroom.
“Don’t be like that, Lora, you enjoyed it,” Dragus calls, reaching out to me when I walk past his side of the bed.
Slamming the door, I dump the blanket on the floor and stare in the mirror, my body covered in hickeys and bruises.
How did I not realize it wasn’t a dream?
Turning the shower on, I try to wash off the evidence of what I stupidly allowed them to do.
I scrub my skin, hoping to erase the dream from my mind.
It doesn’t work and I can still hear them laughing to themselves.
One of them opens the door. I didn’t bother locking, seeing as they can just bust it down.
Dragus saunters in while stripping his pants off, my gaze roaming his body and taking in his muscular form.
He steps in and I move to the other side.
He follows, trapping me against the shower wall.
Silas wanders in next, naked, and hops in behind him and turns the other shower head on.
“Stay on your side, Dragus,” I tell him, pushing on his chest. He snorts, leaning his face closer with a seductive smile.
My breath hitches when he drops his face in my neck inhaling my scent.
His hand trails up the outside of my thigh to my hip.
“Dragus stop, you have humiliated me enough,” I snap at him, trying to shove him away.
“You have three Dragons as your mates, Elora. I don’t know what you’re so upset about. We will have to mate with you eventually and if this is how embarrassed you get over us touching you, I would hate to see how embarrassed you will get when we fuck you,” Silas says, making my face flush again.
“I am not mating with you—any of you,” I tell him, trying to shove Dragus away.
“Are you sure about that?” Dragus whispers below my ear, sucking on the mark Matitus left on my neck.
Tingles spread all over my body, heading south.
I close my eyes as pleasure rolls over me, a moan escaping my lips as he sucks on my sensitive skin.
The noise leaving me startles me, and Dragus pulls his face away, chuckling to himself.
“It’s the mark, the stupid bond,” I stutter in embarrassment at my body’s reaction to him. Silas smirked at my excuse, a knowing look on his face.
Maybe I am kidding myself. But this doesn’t change the fact they are monsters.
“We’re monsters,” Matitus says, entering the bathroom. I could have sworn I didn’t say that out loud.
“You didn’t, I have marked you therefore can now read your thoughts,” Matitus answers aloud.
Matitus steps in the shower and reaches for the soap next to me and sending me a wink.
Great, now not only do I have to keep them away, but I also must keep them away from my thoughts.
How the fuck am I going to retrieve the necklace now?
Matitus looks at me and panic runs through me. Shit. I think about Alphabet reciting it over and over. Matitus shakes his head and I know he is listening. “The Alphabet, really?” he asks.
“Stay out of my head,” I snap, shoving past them and hopping out. Going into the bedroom, I rummage through the walk in, finding a pair of jeans and a sweater. Putting them on, I then look for some socks when I hear Matitus come in behind me; he watches me with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“You’re actually asking? Like I have a choice,” I tell him.
“Well, what did you usually do before all this?”
I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. “I don’t know, I did what everyone else who is forced to live in this city has to do: barter, find firewood, hide from the Dragon Kings. You know the shit you never have to worry about,” I tell him. I hear him growl, reaching for me and tugging me against him.
“I was just asking, no need to be a bitch about it,’’ he says, letting me go. Matitus opens the drawer next to him, passing me some socks. I eye them, snatching them from him.
“Sorry, I miss home,” I tell him. I do miss being on the run constantly, anything is better than being stuck here.
I never thought I would miss living like that.
When living it, I wished for better. Wished for boiling water or medicine for my grandmother.
We were lucky to have electricity in part of the house; most didn’t even have that.
But most of all, I missed my grandmother.
Matitus watches me for a few seconds but says nothing until I go to walk out.
“I will speak to Silas; I know Abigail wants to visit her daughter. I will see if he will let you go with her.”
I nod eagerly, anything to get out of this castle and the memories of what Silas did the other day to those poor girls.
“Ask me what?” Silas says.
“She wants to leave the castle and go with Abigail for a few hours.”
“No, not happening.”
“We can send a guard with her,” Matitus says, peering at Silas.
I stare between them for a few seconds as they eye each other.
I furrow my brows, wondering what they are talking about.
“Fine, but you run, and I will tear apart this city looking for you, understood? And you stay with the guard,” Silas tells me.
I nod, excited I’m going to get out of here, even if it is only for a few hours.
“Go tell Abigail,” Silas says, his eyes meeting Matitus’s. Why do I have a strange feeling it is a little too easy to convince him to let me go? Rushing downstairs, I find Abigail in the kitchen. She peers up when I enter, dropping her head back to the list she was reading.
“I have some good news,” I tell her.
“What, you found out how to break the curse and free every one of the Dragon Kings, so they stop their rein of hell on the city?”
I shake my head disappointed for a second, if only that were true.
“No, they are letting you visit your daughter, and I am coming with you. I have to take a guard, though,” I tell her, and her eyes light up.
“I can see my baby?” she asks, tears brimming in her eyes. I nod and she hugs me. Shocked, I take a few seconds to react and hug her back.
“Wait, when can we go?”
“I’m not sure, I can ask.”
“You leave in fifteen minutes,” Silas says walking into the kitchen. “Eat first though and don’t forget a jacket. Meet Taylor at the front door when you’re done.”