CHAPTER 21 #3
“Stop moving,” Dragus growls half asleep.
My entire body feels restless, and I can’t stop wriggling.
My whole body is heating from my toes, creeping up my legs making me kick them, my clothes feeling uncomfortable as I try to remove them.
Matitus moves, rolling into me and sparks fly over my body in a wave, making me moan loudly, and my toes curl.
I feel him freeze, hearing Dragus sniff the air and freeze as well.
“Get them off, get them off,” I scream, clawing at my shirt that felt like it was suffocating me.
Silas groans, flicking the light on and I squint, the light burning my eyes as I rub them, trying to stop the blinding light that is irritating them.
Silas dims the light by putting a shirt over the lamp beside him.
Both Matitus and Dragus are frozen still. Silas looks over worried, and he growls. Just the sound of it washing over me makes arousal flood me, confusing me. “Shit,” I hear him snap, making my gaze dart to him. Everything feels heightened and my skin feels so sensitive to touch.
“Don’t move, Elora,” Silas says, confusing me.
I glance at Dragus and gasp at his now pitch-black eyes, turning my head to see Matitus’s glowing dangerously.
I feel sick to my stomach with dread. A moment later, another wave of whatever this weird heat is washes over me.
I moan loudly as tingles spread over my body and I’m suddenly yanked from the bed.
Dragus growls loudly, but all I can think of is Silas’s skin touching me, relieving the sensation. Wrapping my legs around him, I press closer to him, sighing in relief from the feel of his skin.
Feeling him move, I moan, rubbing myself against him, making him groan loudly. “Elora, stop or they may attack you,” Silas growls at me, his grip tightening.
“What?” I murmur, confused but also not caring because all I can think about is touching him.
“You are in heat, so I suggest you stop rubbing against me,” Silas says, walking into the bathroom.
He locks the door, flicking the shower on.
I hear growling in the bedroom then the sounds of moaning which make me moan.
Feeling their arousal wash over me, I try to get down from Silas, wanting to go to them. Silas’s grip tightens on me.
“You are making this harder on me, little one. Stop wiggling, my self-control isn’t that good.”
“Let me go,” I tell him when suddenly I feel his lips smash into mine hungrily.
I kiss him back forcefully, gripping onto him and devouring his lips.
Silas chuckles. Suddenly under cold water, making me gasp.
Silas sits on the shower floor with my legs straddled around him.
I try to stand when he yanks me back down.
“Stay in here, you’re safe in here,” he says, kissing me and I clutch his shoulders, my fingernails digging into him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re a virgin, Elora, in mating heat and they won’t be gentle.
They will hurt you by accident,” he whispers.
I move my hips and his erection presses against my pants.
He groans and my core throbs. I feel crazed as I move my hips against him.
Silas grips my hips, holding me in place.
“Elora, stop,” he shudders but I can’t help it. I need his touch, need something before I erupt...
“God, you smell good,” he groans, kissing me, his tongue fighting mine for dominance.
“I can make it stop; I can give you what you want,” he says as I try to move my hips against him.
“Elora, do you want me to make it stop for now?” he asks. Right now, I would have let him do anything as long as his body was touching mine.
“Yes,” I moan, gripping his shoulder and digging my nails in as another wave washes over me, making my toes curl from the intense pleasure but it wasn’t enough.
Silas gets up, placing me on my feet. I shudder from the loss of contact.
He pushes me under the water letting me go.
“Stay there, while I make them go somewhere.” He goes to leave when I grab his hand, needing contact, any contact.
My entire body craves their touch to the point everything is irritating my skin except them, like they are an antidote to my problem, every part of me calling to them and them me.
All rational thought goes out the window, and I utterly understood what they meant about mating heat, making you do things you know you normally wouldn’t.
“Elora, if I take you in there, I can’t promise they won’t hurt you,” he says, pushing me under the water again.
Silas walks out and I hear banging around and loud growling, their scent wafting into the room making me feel rabid as it hits my nose.
My eyes are glowing impossibly bright, and the bathroom takes on a purple tinge.
The toe-curling, tingling heat rushes over my skin so hard my legs go weak, and I am forced on my hands and knees waiting for it to leave, only it doesn’t.
Instead, it spreads throughout my entire body.
The pleasurable tingles building up and then dying, are gone so fast it leaves me panting, the room becoming hotter and hotter with each wave and the overwhelming feeling becomes almost unbearable.
Never in my life have I been so sexually frustrated, building up to never get relief.
Suddenly hands reach under my arms and lift me to my feet.
Silas growls and I can feel through the bond he is struggling within himself not to hurt me, that his self-control is teetering dangerously on the edge.
He turns the water off and strips me of my wet clothes.
Silas lifts me and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer needing the contact of his skin as I melt against him.
I attack his neck, sucking, and licking his skin.
Silas’s grip on me gets tighter. He walks out of the bathroom, and I feel the bed under my back as he places me down.
His arms are on either side of my head as he holds his weight off me.
Silas’s hand moves between my legs. He shoves a finger inside me, making me roll my hips and moan into the crook of his neck.
“You’re so wet, Elora,” he purrs while sliding another inside.
My body quickly responds to his touch as I rock my hips against them, needing more friction.
He slides his fingers out, adding a third, making me gasp as my body tries to get used to the feeling, trying to stretch around his fingers.
Heat washes over me again, making me moan and my body pulsates, Silas, frustrating me as he slides his fingers out slowly.
“I need to stretch you, or I will hurt you,” he whispers next to my ear before kissing me, his tongue fighting mine for dominance and for once he actually lets me win, my nails digging into his side, tugging him closer.
I roll my hips, riding his fingers, needing release.
I am so close, so close, but it isn’t enough, it is never enough.
Silas breaks the kiss, pulling his fingers from me, making me groan in frustration as he stands up.
I sit up on my elbows watching him while fighting the urge to jump him.
Silas pulls his boxers down, letting them drop to the floor and his hard length springs free.
I’m horrified by it, yet I also want nothing more than for him to sink it into my wet heat.
Silas shoves me back down and crawls onto the bed between my legs, I try to grab him when he grips my hands, shoving them above my head, holding them in one of his.
His lips go to mine as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
I try to get my hands free, wanting to touch him, but he only holds them tighter, pushing them into the bed with his vice grip.
Silas kisses the side of my mouth, nipping dwon my chin while he positions himself.
I feel his cock slide through my wet folds to my clit, making me move my hips trying to get more friction.
Silas positions himself at my entrance, pushing the tip in.
“This may hurt,” he whispers, shoving inside me.
I clench my teeth, not expecting the burning pain when he stills for a second kissing my lips, his tongue running across my bottom lip. Silas pulls my leg, placing my knee against his ribs using his arm to hold it in place. “Not much more,” he says, putting his face into my neck.
“What?” I squeak, wondering what he means when with one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in, and I suddenly forget how to breathe as I feel my insides tearing.
My eyes fill with tears as I choke on a gasp.
Silas doesn’t move, letting me adjust to his gigantic size, though I can feel through the bond he really wants to.
“Breathe, Lora,” he whispers, kissing me and I take a breath feeling my body relax. The next wave washes over me and I move my hips against him, him moving slightly from my motion. Silas groans next to my ear but holds still, letting me move to get used to the feel of him.
He kisses me, his tongue moving between my parted lips as I pant through the wave.
I feel him move, pulling out, he thrusts in hard, making me moan loudly.
He lets go of my hands and I grip his shoulder, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.
My nails are digging into him, and I can smell the coppery scent of his blood.
My stomach tightens, and my orgasm builds as he pounds into me. I push on his shoulder, wanting him to lay on his back. Silas realizes this, rolling and pulling me on top of him. My hands press against his chest, and I suddenly remember—I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
Silas grips my hips, moving them against him, and I feel full to the brim in this position. I roll my hips, following his rhythm. He lets go, letting me set the pace. His hand moves up my body, squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, gripping the headboard.
Silas moves up the bed slightly so I can reach it better. He grips my hips and slams me down on him, making me cry out in pleasure. My walls clench around his cock and I feel like I am high on drugs as I ride him, feeling my orgasm build until I am on the edge, waiting to be pushed over.
Silas grips my hips tightly, and I know he isn’t going to last much longer. I feel him building up through the bond, which only arouses me more. I move my hips faster, an overwhelming urge taking over—one I’m foreign to.
Silas tugs me closer, kissing me, thrusting into me hard and fast, making me bounce on him from his erratic movements.
My walls tighten around him, and I drop my face into the crook of his neck.
The urge becomes worse. I bite into him, his blood flooding into my mouth.
It sends me over the edge, my pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as I feel his seed spill into me.
The heat dies down, and I let his neck go, slumping against him, breathless. The coppery taste of his blood lingers in my mouth.
“You okay?” Silas asks as I try to sit up. All I’m left with now is complete exhaustion, and I cannot move.
Silas must realize this. He shifts, placing me on my back, his cock sliding out of me. He kisses my forehead, gazing down at me.
“You marked me,” he says, not even hiding his shock.
I try to tell him sorry, the words coming out slurred.
The bed dips, he hops off, sauntering away. Then I feel something cold press between my legs, making my eyes flutter open. Silas leans over me.
“Where are they?” I murmur.
“Your old room, they are fine,” Silas says, lying beside me.
“They will be here when you wake up, I promise,” he says, tugging me onto his chest, pulling the blanket over me. My body relaxes and my eyes feel heavy as I am forced into the darkness of sleep.