CHAPTER 19
My throat feels like it was crushed in vice.
Groaning, my fingers instantly go to my neck, and I wince in pain as I try to roll onto my back.
The skin is tender, and trying to breathe hurts as I suck in air through my mouth.
Opening my eyes, I find myself on the bed.
There is something cold touching my neck, relieving the pain, but that is short-lived when I realize it is Silas holding a wet cloth to my neck.
Instantly, I pull away from him. I try to tell him not to touch me, but the words won’t come out, choking on them.
My throat throbs, and my skin is blistered.
I’m wary as he leans over to me. I smack his hand away and glare at him.
“I just want to help,” he says, and I can see the guilt behind his eyes as he stares down at what he did.
You have done enough, I think.
His eyes snap to mine and I know he heard what I thought. He looks at the tattoo running down my neck and escaping under my shirt.
“You seemed to have picked up a lot of Dragon traits with that mark,” he says, looking thoughtful.
Moving off the bed, I walk toward the bathroom.
I stop when I feel the weight around my ankle and the clink of the chain.
A padlock is holding it in place, and I instantly bend down, trying to remove it.
“You won’t get it off,” he says, watching me from his position on the bed.
Remove it.
He shakes his head. And I eye the lock, wishing I could break it.
Abigail walks in with a tray of food. I’m hungry, but I know it is pointless if I can’t talk.
There is no way I can eat. Silas nods, pointing toward the bedside table.
She looks at me sadly on the floor as she places it down.
Her eyes go to my neck, and she bends down like she is in trance.
I know instantly she is going to heal it.
I grip her wrist, trying to warn her with my eyes.
Silas watches us intently, trying to figure out what I am trying to tell her, wondering why I grabbed her the way I did.
My tight grip seems to pull her back as she glances over her shoulder at Silas, whose eyes are trained on her every movement.
I hear her heart rate pick up, and I can sense through the bond he finds our exchange strange.
I hold my walls tight, not letting him invade my thoughts.
Abigail nods, and her eyes glow a green I have never seen.
Her eyes change back to normal, she gets up and hurriedly leaves the room without saying a word.
I let out the breath I was holding in, pulling myself back together, only to find Silas observing me carefully, like he is trying to figure something out.
Getting up off the floor, I quickly duck in the bathroom, trying to cool my burning neck under the sink, washing my face.
The skin of my neck is red and angry. I can see every finger burnt into my flesh.
When I return to the bed, Silas is still sitting there watching me when Dragus walks in.
I know instantly it is him because I can feel him getting closer as he comes up the stairs, his scent drifting to my nose.
He smiles when he sees I’m awake, comes over, and climbs in the bed. I can feel he wants to touch me, unsure. Laying down, I put my head on his chest and look up at him. He kisses my nose, and I completely ignore Silas and the jealousy hitting me through the bond.
I won’t forgive so easily. Not after what he did.
Silas growls, storming out and slamming the door so hard I’m sure the entire castle heard it.
Dragus places his hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing my face, sending sparks all over me.
I lean into his touch, finding it soothing.
Matitus comes in after about five minutes.
His eyes scan the room, and I know he is looking for Silas, his eyes land on me, and he smiles.
He steps closer and climbs on the bed next to me. His hand pulls on my shoulder, making me roll toward him and away from Dragus. I watch as Matitus’s teeth extend into sharp points, and he bites into his wrist. His blood seeps out and down his arm.
“Silas will be angry,” Dragus says with a frown, staring down at me. Matitus pulls me closer, so I am sitting between his legs with my back against his chest.
“I don’t care, she isn’t just his mate,” he says, pressing his wrist to my lips. Opening my mouth, I let his blood flood in, and the pain in my neck instantly lessens, leaving completely. My body heals, and I let him pull his wrist away.
“Better, little one?” he says, making me look up at him.
“Much better,” I tell him, and he grins, kissing me.
His hand holds the back of my head as he brings his lips to mine.
His tongue glides along my bottom lip, wanting access, and I part my lips for him, kissing him back.
Arousal floods me instantly through the bond.
I can also feel Silas’s anger—he feels it through the bond too.
Dragus grips my chin, pulling my lips from Matitus, and I moan when his tongue plunges into my mouth, kissing me harder and taking control.
Matitus groans, pulling me up higher, his lips going to my neck.
He sucks on it, making me moan into Dragus’s mouth.
I can feel his erection underneath me. I wiggle my hips on Matitus, his hands grip my hips, holding me in place.
Then, Dragus’s hand moves between my legs, rubbing me through my leggings, and I grow wetter, making him chuckle against my lips.
A thunderous growl echoes through the castle, making Dragus pull back. I can feel Silas’s anger, jealousy, and longing through the bond.
“We should stop. He’ll come up here,” I whisper, worried.
“Or we could keep going, just to piss him off more,” Matitus growls next to my ear, kissing my shoulder.
My eyes close at the sensation of sparks rushing through me, making my skin heat and my heartbeat quicken.
Dragus moves on the bed, dipping between my legs, making my eyes snap open as he grips my pants, pulling them down.
His eyes never leave mine, waiting to see if I will tell him no. He kisses my knee, sucking on my thigh, his lips moving closer and closer to the apex of my legs. I feel him kiss my clit.
Matitus’s hands move to my hips, lifting me slightly onto his lap, pushing his legs under mine.
He bends his knees with my legs draped over his, pulling mine apart and completely exposing me to Dragus.
Dragus growls softly. I feel him lick a straight line up my slit, parting my lips with his tongue.
I throw my head back against Matitus’s shoulder.
He kisses the side of my face as Dragus’s tongue flicks my clit.
Then he sucks it into his mouth, making me moan loudly and move my hips against his face.
His hands hold my thighs apart, and I feel Matitus’s legs tense, stopping me from trying to close mine.
Dragus is devouring me with his continuous licking and sucking.
I feel him slide a finger inside me, my walls instantly clamping down around it.
He removes it, adding another, making pressure inside me build and my stomach tighten.
My hand goes to his hair as I try to tug his face away.
He only growls, sucking harder, making my hips buck as my orgasm is about to rush over me.
“Come for him, Lora. Let him taste you,” Matitus’s husky voice sounds below my ear.
Dragus speeds up his movements, his fingers slipping in out effortlessly the wetter I get, and I explode into his mouth, making me moan and grind my hips against his face, his tongue not stopping as he licks up my juices.
I am left panting. Matitus drops his knees, letting me slump against him, my legs trembling as Dragus moves between them, bracing his arms on either side of Matitus and myself.
He leans his face closer to mine, kissing my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
A soft moan escapes when I taste myself on his tongue.
Matitus grips his chin. I watch as Matitus kisses him, Dragus groaning as Matitus’s tongue forcefully moves between his lips.
Dragus grinds his hips against me, his erection pressing against me through his pants, making me wriggle at the friction.
When Dragus goes to pull away, Matitus grips the back of his head, holding him in place.
I feel arousal flood me at the sight of them kissing—the pure hunger within that one kiss.
Matitus’s erection digs into my ass, Dragus against my wet folds.
Reaching between my legs, I grab Dragus through his pants, making him groan.
He pulls back, staring at me. Matitus watches as Dragus sits back, I squeeze his hardened length.
Dragus looks to Matitus, and I can feel their hesitation through the bond.
Dragus hops off the bed, moving away from me.
“Silas?” I ask, and Dragus nods.
“He wouldn’t forgive us if we took you without him here,” Matitus says behind me.
Anger pulsates through me. I’m mad that everything has to be run by Silas—needs his approval. They don’t want me unless Silas is with us. That’s going to be a problem when I don’t want Silas. Moving from Matitus’s lap, I pull my pants on, flopping back on the end of the bed, annoyed.
Dragus runs his hands up my thighs. “He’s our mate, he should be with us.”
“Well, he should have thought about that before he hurt me.”
“Don’t be like that, Elora. He loves you just like we do,” Matitus says.
“If that’s love I want no part of it.”
“He doesn’t mean it; you reminded him of—”
“I can’t believe you’re defending him after what he did.”
“He’s our mate, Elora, please understand,” Dragus tries to reason.
“Yeah, and I am supposed to be your mate, too,” I tell him. Dragus goes to say something else, but I don’t give him a chance, far too angry with them.
“Well go on, run along back to your mate,” I tell them.
Dragus’s eyes shine with hurt, but he reluctantly leaves along with Matitus, closing the door behind them.
Tears brim but I hold them back before rolling on my side.
Why did I have to be the Fae blessed with magic?
It wasn’t a gift but a curse, one I can’t escape from.