CHAPTER 22
I wake up to lips pressing against my shoulder. I open my eyes to see Matitus lying next to me.
“Good morning,” I mutter, half asleep, rolling away only for his hand to roll me back toward him. I groan, annoyed. “Let me sleep,” I mumble around his assault on my mouth. He chuckles and his hand moves between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thigh to the apex of my legs.
“Matitus, stop, I’m tired,” I tell him, rolling onto my stomach. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he rolls me back on my back, pushing his knee between my legs and sliding between them. His lips go to the mark on my neck, sucking on it, and making me moan.
“Matitus,” I warn but he just chuckles, able to smell my arousal as his lips latch onto my nipple. His lips move lower, and I try to roll over to go back to the sleep from which I was awoken. Matitus ignores my attempts and instead moves lower, pushing his face between my legs.
His tongue moves between my wet folds and makes me moan loudly.
I feel lips on my neck again, making me open my eyes one again to find Dragus hovering above me.
He kisses me softly and I answer his kiss as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
Matitus’s tongue flicks over my clit making me moan once again.
Then, I feel the bed dip on the other side of me. I turn and see Silas.
“Morning, Lora,” he says with a smirk before seizing my lips.
Giving up on sleep, I give in to them. Matitus devouring me, makes my hips buck against his face. He grips my thighs, holding me in place. His tongue gives me no rest as I feel my stomach tighten.
I can think of worse ways to wake up.
My skin becomes flush, and Matitus stops, moving up and lying next to me. He did not just wake me to rile me up, did he? I groan, annoyed.
I smack his chest with my hand at being awoken only for him to stop.
“What?” he laughs.
“You don’t just force me awake then stop,” I snap.
Silas moves, flipping me on my side with one hand to face Matitus.
His hand moves between my legs as he rubs my sensitive bundle of nerves.
Matitus moves closer, lifting my leg over his hip.
Bringing me closer to him and I can feel his erection against my wet folds, making me move my hips against it.
“You seem more eager now,” he states, gripping my hips and tugging me on top of him.
“Fine you want it, help yourself,” he says, placing his hands above his head as I sit up with my hands on his chest. I see Dragus has moved to the armchair, watching with hungry eyes. A devious smile stretches his lips as I raise an eyebrow at him and climb off him.
“Where are you going?” he says, trying to grab me.
“Help yourself,” I tell him as I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I hear Dragus and Silas laughing at Matitus from having his own words thrown back at him.
Stepping in the shower, I feel warmth seep into me and hands run up my sides, spinning me around.
Dragus steps in behind me as I move under the water.
Turning around, I wrap my arms around his neck.
Dragus leans down, kissing me and gripping my hips and lifting me so I have to wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me against the cold tiles, making me shriek.
He chuckles quickly turning around and I feel a rush of tingles move up my back and a hand moves across my ass, sliding its fingers in me.
My walls clench around his fingers and I glance up and see Matitus.
I lean my head on his shoulder, his other hand going to my neck squeezing, not enough to cut off my air, as he slides his fingers inside me.
Dragus’s lips move to my shoulder and collarbone, and I can feel his erection against the inside of my thigh, pressing against my clit, making me moan.
I wiggle my hips, rubbing myself against him and he groans as Matitus removes his fingers and I’m slammed against Matitus who is against the shower wall.
Dragus’s lips devour mine and he moves, slightly adjusting himself.
His cock slides into me making me moan loudly just as Silas steps in.
He kisses me, swallowing my moans and I move my hips, wanting Dragus to fuck me.
He thrusts into me, his hands gripping my ass tightly and I feel Matitus’s erection against my back.
My moans echo off the shower walls as Dragus slams into me, his cock stretching me when I feel Matitus’s hands move to my breasts pinching my nipples between his fingers.
I hiss at the sudden pain. His lips nip at my mark, making my stomach tighten.
Arousal floods into me, I try move my hips when Dragus grips them tighter, slamming me down on his hard length.
I am lost in the feel of him inside me until I feel Matitus hand move between my ass cheeks, his fingers pressing against the tight muscles of my ass, making me tense. I hear his husky voice just below my ear.
“Relax, Elora, it’s just my fingers,” he murmurs, and my gaze snaps to Silas over Dragus’s shoulder with worry. Silas steps closer, kissing me, my body relaxes, and I feel Matitus slide a finger in my ass.
“Ah,” I groan, pulling away at the sudden burning pain, but Silas’s hand moves between mine and Dragus’s body and Dragus stills for a second.
Silas rolls my clit between fingers. I moan again and move my hips against them, seeking the extra friction.
Dragus groans and I can feel myself growing wetter as my walls flutter around his cock.
Matitus slides his finger out then slides it back in and I move my hips against Silas’s fingers, needing the friction as a distraction.
“That’s it, keep moving, Elora. It won’t hurt for long,” Matitus says, sliding his finger out and adding another.
Silas moves his hand, allowing Dragus to thrust into me.
I grip Dragus’s shoulders tighter as I move my hips, meeting his thrusts, while Matitus moves his fingers in and out, making me moan loudly, my orgasm building.
Dragus speeds up his movements, thrusting into me harder.
His grip on my hips grows tighter as Silas plunges his tongue in my mouth.
My legs tremble as my pussy starts pulsating and I reach my climax, my toes curling as it ripples over me in waves.
Dragus’s movements become erratic, he groans, ramming his cock into me and stilling, my walls gripping his cock as I milk him, feeling his seed spill into me and leaving us both breathless.
Dragus kisses me and I feel Matitus pull his fingers from me.
Dragus pulls his now flaccid cock from me and lets me stand.
Matitus turns me around to face him and I wonder if he is going to do anything because I am much too sore now. He kisses me softly and I rub my hand over his cock when he pulls back.
“I know you’re sore, Elora, another time,” he mumbles against my lips while pulling me closer and grabbing the soap.
Matitus helps wash me and I don’t feel any upset from him through the bond.
When we are finished, we hop out and get dressed.
I really want to go check up on Abigail but when I go to walk out the door, Silas grips my arm tugging me against him.
“She is fine, you need to eat first,” he says, grabbing my hand in his vice-like grip.
“I won’t be long; I just want to check on her.”
“Later,” he says, brushing his fingers across my cheek.
“We have something to do first.”
“Like what?” I ask, angry he won’t let me see her.
“Find out what is needed to hand your magic over,” he says watching me and I rip my hand from his.
“Why, why is this so fucking important to you, Silas?” I snap, storming out of the room.
“Elora,” he bellows, and I can feel his anger through the bond at me walking away from him.
Matitus and Dragus leave out as Silas wraps his arm around my waist, picking me up effortlessly, shoving me against the banister of the stairs.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he snarls.
I roll my eyes at his tone, only making him angrier as he growls menacingly. Matitus and Dragus come down the stairs, and Matitus places his hand on Silas’s shoulder.
“Silas, enough,” he warns him.
I feel Silas’s grip tighten, his eyes darkening in anger. He steps back, yanking me down the stairs.
“Silas, let go, you’re hurting me,” I tell him, making him stop and peer down at me.
I see Marian down the hall watching with a concerned look on her face. Silas glares at her, making her dart back into the kitchen.
“Do you want me to kill her?” he snaps, gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
I glare at him. He lets go, yanking me toward the library. I have to jog to keep up with him. He pushes me into the armchair with so much force it almost tips backward.
“Stay,” he says when I move to get up.
“I’m not a fucking dog, Silas,” I snap.
He towers over me, both hands on either side of the armrest. He snarls before dipping his face into my neck. His hot breath on my skin makes me shiver.
“You are lucky you are our mate. I don’t like disrespect, Elora,” he snaps, pushing off his arms and turning toward the bookshelf.
“Respect is earned, not just fucking given out on a silver platter, Silas,” I snap.
His back tenses. He spins around, my heart skipping a beat as dread floods into me. He stalks toward me, Matitus stepping in his way, blocking him.
Silas growls, turning back to the bookshelf. He grabs a book from it, throwing it at me.
Dragus’s hand reaches out at blinding speed, catching it before it hits me.
“Fucking read it,” Silas spits at me, making me flinch as he stalks out.
Dragus sighs, passing me the book. My hands shake as I clutch it, reading the title.
Guide to Fae Magic.
Matitus glances down at the title, opening the first page and reading the index, his finger running down the page. He stops for a second, then flicks through the pages of the book in my lap, turning it to a specific page. I read the title. It details how to place magic into a foreign object.
He was really going to make me do it, really make me give up my magic. I feel a tear slip down my cheek and I stand, throwing the book on the desk, stalking out to go see Abbie. Dragus chases after me, grabbing my hand.
“Elora, please don’t anger him,” he says, placing the book in my hand. I snatch it away from him.
“So, what did you have to give up, huh?” I tell him, and he stares down at me sadly. Matitus watches me, a grim expression on his face.
“What’s next, you want me to kill myself for the sake of some curse, because it seems like I am the only one around here expected to make sacrifices.”
They say nothing, and I turn on my heel heading toward Abbie’s room. I hear one of them punch the wall in anger, but I don’t care. Instead, I walk straight to Abbie’s room and lock the door behind me.