CHAPTER 30
The next morning, I wake up in their bed. Matitus tugs me closer in his sleep as I stretch. Silas rolls over, facing me, his hand going to my hip, moving to cup my breast.
“How do you feel?” he whispers, leaning over me and kissing my lips, his fingertips circling around my areola, making my nipple harden under his touch.
“Good,” I tell him, and his lips come crashing down on mine.
I kiss him back, his hand palming my breast as his kisses become more urg ent. He pulls me toward him, forcing Matitus to let go, climbing between my legs, his lips going to my neck as he nips and sucks on my skin. His teeth graze my skin, the sensation burning, making me flinch.
“Sorry, Matitus fed on you,” he says, running his tongue over it, the ache instantly fading.
I move my hips under him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Tugging him closer, I feel Silas position himself, sinking into me. He groans, stilling. I wiggle my hips, gripping his arm next to my face, wanting him to move.
Silas chuckles, kissing my lips, not moving.
“So eager now,” he whispers against my lips.
I move my hips, making him groan. He pulls out and thrusts back into me, his hands gripping mine as he forces them above my head, holding them in one hand while his other grips the headboard.
Silas thrusts into me harder and faster, and I try to move my hips, meeting his thrusts. He pounds into me, turning me into a moaning mess beneath him.
Matitus rolls over, grabs my face, and kisses me. Then he hops off the bed, walking into the bathroom.
Dragus, I notice, is already out of bed, god knows where.
Silas leans down, kissing my chin and nipping at my neck. He pulls out of me, making me frown.
He chuckles, moving back.
“Roll onto your belly.”
“What?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer, just uses his arm to flip me over, pulling my hips toward him, leaving my ass in the air. He puts his hand on the center of my back, pushing me down. I feel him position himself, and he slams into me, making me cry out.
This position feels different; he is so much deeper, and my walls instantly grip him. Silas’s hands go to my hips, and he pounds into me, the headboard hitting against the wall.
My stomach tightens at the full feeling, his hard length hitting my cervix. Heat spreads through my skin as he speeds up his movements. My toes curl, my orgasm building fast, shoving me over the edge.
I moan loudly, my juices spilling onto my thighs. His grip tightens, his movements become erratic, and he slams into me one last time, stilling. His cock twitches inside me, his seed spilling deep.
Silas rubs my ass and thighs, stilling his hands. He pulls out, and I slump onto the bed, panting.
He kisses my shoulder, tugging on my hand as he steps off the bed.
“Come on, we need to shower and find a place to put those kids permanently,” he says.
I groan, not wanting to get up, knowing I have to.
Standing, I follow him into the bathroom, where Matitus is already in the shower. I step in behind him, turning the other showerhead on.
Matitus kisses me, stepping back under his stream as Silas steps in.
“Where did Dragus go?” I ask.
“To help Marian take food over for the kids in the fabric warehouse,” Matitus answers. I nod, grabbing the shampoo and washing my hair.
“We also need to prepare for the full moon tomorrow night and double check what is needed to break the curse,” Silas says, watching my reaction to his words.
“You won’t hurt Claire?” I ask, concerned. Silas shakes his head.
“No Elora, I won’t hurt her we just need a little bit of her blood”
“You promise?” I ask and Silas steps forward caging me between his arms and pressing me against the shower wall.
His eyes held mine. “I promise,” he whispers.
“What if it doesn’t break the curse?”
Silas looks at the tiles above my head then peers down at me. “What do you want me to do?” he asks, and I can feel uncertainty hit me through the bond from him.
“I want you to stop. I don’t want to continue to chase something that is out of reach.”
Silas seems to think for a second as he presses his forehead against mine. I can feel Matitus watching us curiously.
“On one condition,” Silas says, pulling away and gripping my chin with his fingers, his eyes searching my face.
“What’s the condition?” I ask.
“You forgive me, and you never leave us,” he whispers, his intense gaze watching my reaction. Could I forgive him, was that even a rational thing to do?
“I’m not asking you to forget, just forgive and start over Elora.”
“And what if you break your word? I am not going to spend my life trying to break a curse that can’t be broken Silas,” I ask, knowing Silas doesn’t like being given conditions that aren’t his own.
“I won’t as long as you promise to be ours, promise to be mine.”
I go to answer when Matitus slides over next to us leaning against the wall.
“I would have just settled for her sleeping in the bed again, but this implies she will have to,” Matitus says, a cheeky grin on his face making me shake my head and chuckle.
“Fine, I will forgive you, but I want this sealed,” I tell him, holding out my hand. One thing I did know was that Dragons can’t go back on a blood promise.
Silas stares at my hand for a second and I think he is going to say no when he turns his hand over showing me his palm. I place my hand in his. Silas runs his nail across my palm, slicing the inside of my palm. “You promise to forgive and remain by our sides and be ours?”
“Yes”
Matitus grabs Silas’s palm, slicing his nail across it, his palm pooling with blood.
“And you promise to stop trying to break the curse if we can’t break it on the full moon tomorrow night?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, and I can feel through the bond he never wanted to stop looking. He would for me.
Silas grips my hand, and a cold rush moves up my arm, binding our word. My hand tingles as our blood mingles, sealing the promise. Silas smashes his lips against mine, kissing me, pulling back.
Matitus grips the back of his neck, kissing him. I watch as his tongue runs across Silas’s bottom lip, arousal flooding me. Matitus pulls back, his thumb rubbing over the side of his neck.
“Thank you,” Matitus whispers. I can tell he honestly thought Silas would never give up on the curse.
Matitus turns, looking at me, kissing me softly. Then he pulls both of us against him. I wrap my arms around him, realizing Dragus is sitting on the sink basin.
“When did you come back?” I question.
Dragus smiles, grabbing a towel. I step out, letting him wrap it around me, standing between his legs.
“Matitus mind-linked, telling me you two were making a blood promise. I came to see if Silas would actually go through with it.”
“He did,” I tell him, holding up my hand, the cut still visible.
Dragus grabs my hand, running his tongue across my palm. His eyes darken slightly, he bites into the side of his hand, offering it to me.
I press my lips against it, letting his blood fill my mouth, watching as my hand closes. I pull away.
Dragus pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, his face going to my neck. He bites into my skin, making me flinch slightly. His tongue laps at my neck. He pulls away, his lips stained with my blood, licking them clean.
I raise an eyebrow at him, “What I don’t taste as good as I smell?” I ask.
“No, you taste better, your blood doesn’t affect us as bad since Silas marked you.
Your blood usually only affects us if we are thrown off guard, like with Matitus,” he answers, and I nod.
Which makes sense because my blood has been spilt so many times and I had wondered how sometimes they didn’t seem affected and other times they did.
“Come we need to get dressed, I want to show you something,” Silas says, stepping out of the shower and we all follow him into the bedroom.
“How were the kids this morning?” I ask Dragus.
“They’re okay, some refused to go to the safe house, some have remained, but we need to find something more permanent. Maybe you can convince the ones that won’t leave to join the others,” Dragus comments. I could only try.
Slipping on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt and jacket, I turn to Silas wondering what he wanted to show me.
“So, what do you want to show me?”
“Remember that man from the tunnels?” he asks, and I nod.
“Well last night we got people to help him move to the old green houses on the border of the forest. Today we are going to rejuvenate the soil to create more greenhouses, Abigail is going to meet us there.”
“How though? The ground is frozen and covered in snow?”
“You’ll see, we have builders ready on site.
Everything is ready to go, we just need to build a few more green houses and fix the ones that remain,” he says.
The task sounds impossible even if it wasn’t too cold and the ground frozen, we had no way of digging through the frozen ground to put posts in to build more greenhouse and I don’t remembering seeing any machinery around, but I also know the city needed this and if Silas said they could do it, I wasn’t going to doubt them.
They clearly have some plan and for once, things are looking up.
The Dragon Kings seem to be trying and right now, that’s all I could ask for and expect.
Silas leads us to the border edge. It isn’t too far from the castle, and I think for sure we would be trekking to the other side of the city, so I am a little shocked to find it was on the other side of the castle, on castle grounds.
So, did that mean he was allowing entry through the gates to the general public now?
Because the only way to this side of the border was to go through the front gates.