CHAPTER 37 #3
“No Elora, because I now have to notify the fucking families of the people you just got killed,” he bellows. I don’t see why he is acting like this when they have killed hundreds of people.
“You’re pissed off because two people died by my hands, yet how many have died by yours?” I ask.
“You wanted us to fix the city, wanted us to change things and we did. You are in charge for not even twenty-four hours, and you kill two people, you broke your own fucking rule.” Dragus says.
I am done arguing, we are never getting anywhere. I fucked up, but how many times have they fucked up and I am the one that copped the consequences then forgave them?
“So, it’s okay for you to fuck up, but not me huh,” I ask. Matitus growls but I don’t wait to hear their answers instead, walking to the door. I pull on the handle but it’s locked, remembering that Silas locked it.
“Don’t walk away Elora,” Silas says, but I am done listening to them.
“Elora,” Silas warns when I don’t turn around to face him, two seconds ago Matitus wants me gone, now I try to leave, and I’m being told to stay.
Enraged, I smacked the door with my palms in frustration not expecting to blow the door to smithereens.
The wood splintering as they ripped off the hinges.
“Elora!” Silas bellows.
“Woops,” I mutter, ignoring them and walking out of the room.
I hear things being broken behind me but don’t even bother looking back instead heading for our room.
Walking up the stairs I walk in and shut the door.
Now I am doubting everything including myself.
I know I fucked up, knew the moment I first laid eyes on the Broken One which turned out to be Matitus’s brother.
But I can’t help but feel we learned a lot by my mistake, that without me messing up, we wouldn’t have known the Broken Ones could be fixed.
That they actually aren’t broken, that beneath the beast is still a man or woman trapped in the confines of themselves, just a little warped and twisted, but not truly broken.
I remain in the room; I don’t want to argue, hasn’t this day been bad enough without us at each other’s throat trying to shift the blame.
I can’t face them, not if I am just going to be ridiculed over one mistake.
They made their fair share of mistakes and yet I make one and they give up on me.
I am not sure how long I am in the room, but I eventually fall asleep, everything becoming too much.
I feel mentally drained, I had enough. It is late in the night when I wake to the door creaking open.
Light from outside creeping into the room makes my eyes flutter open before feeling the bed dip beside me.
Warmth envelopes me as his arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against him. I hear him sigh and he presses his face into my shoulder. “I know you’re awake.” His voice is rough next to my ear.
“Yeah, because you woke me,” I mumble.
“Why are you hiding here away from us?” Silas questioned. I don’t bother answering. He knows exactly why I am in here.
“Where is Matitus?” I ask.
“Talking to his brother, trying to figure out a plan.”
“Plan?”
“Yes Elora, figure out how to bring them back, we always thought they were dead, that their human counterpart was gone once they became what they are.”
“How come they are like that?” I ask, curious as to why they are different, how they managed to keep themselves from turning out the way the rest did.
“Because we didn’t lose our mates. Dakari lost his first mate and left; we never saw him again after that. Slowly one by one we lost all of them, well we thought we did”
“Have you got any siblings?”
“No, Elora. I am an only child,” Silas answers.
“Well, that explains a lot then,” I tell him. Silas huffs.
“Explains what?” he asks.
“Why you don’t play well with others. Why you don’t like to share.”
“I share you and you are an only child too, Elora.”
“Different upbringing Silas, when you have nothing, you expect nothing, therefore can give everything because you realize you don’t need anything.”
“So, you think I am selfish?” he asks, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“No, I am just saying you have a sense of entitlement. Ownership if you will.”
“Hmm, you have an interesting mind, but you’re wrong, I would give up everything in a heartbeat to have you.”
“Except your kingdom, you said it yourself I am just a bed toy,” I tell him, his words coming back to me, and the way he said it.
Silas rolls me with one hand to face him but instead, I sit up, leaning against the headboard and flicking on the lamp. He runs his hand down his face.
“You’re angry because of what I said? I was angry, Elora; I say shit I don’t mean when I am angry.”
“Sometimes it’s not what you say Silas but how you say it, that speaks volumes on how you feel,”
Silas shakes his head, climbing between my legs, resting his head on his hand braced on my legs. He kisses my belly, running his nose along it, looking up at me.
“I didn’t mean what I said.”
“You are just saying that because you want to fuck me,” I tell him, feeling his arousal through the bond.
“No, I don’t have to say anything to get in your pants, little one. Your body will react anyway,” he chuckles, biting the inside of my thigh, making me jump.
Arousal floods me from having him so close. He laughs, doing it again.
“Stop, point taken,” I tell him, pulling his face away.
He runs his nose across my belly, his hands pushing my shirt up. He moves so quickly I feel nauseous from the motion before finding him leaning against the headboard. I am now straddling his lap.
“That’s better,” he states, kissing my chin, his hands tugging the bottom of my shirt, peeling it off me.
Silas stares at the markings traveling across my body. This is the first time he has actually seen them. His fingers burn my skin as he traces them with his fingertips. His hand goes behind my neck, bringing me closer, crashing his lips against mine.
I push on his shoulder, sitting back up, pulling away.
“What?” he pouts, his hand trailing up my waist to palm my breast. He nips at my chin, my traitorous body not even fighting against him as he sucks and nips at my skin.
I hear him laugh, knowing full well I don’t want him to stop.
“I, Silas Draquin,” he says between kissing my skin. I freeze, pulling his face away from my neck.
“What are you doing Silas, that isn’t funny. Don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” I tell him.
“You should know by now I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, Lora,” he says, gripping my face and bringing us almost nose to nose.
“But I messed up?” I admit.
“You did. You learned from it. Took me a century to realize my mistakes, and I won’t make them again,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth hungrily.
He pulls back, his hands holding my face, making me look at him as a serious expression crosses his features.
“I, Silas Draquin, King of the Draquin Kingdom, pledge my allegiance to my Queen and mate, to rule alongside her as equals for as long as I live,” he states, his eyes watching me.
I gasp as my magic burns inside me, my ribs tingling. Silas looks down, feeling the sensation rolling over me through the bond.
Letting go of my face, his fingertips brush my markings as they grow, moving down to my hip, running across my stomach, stopping just above the waistband of my panties.
He looks confused, his gaze lifting to meet mine.
“The same thing happened when Dragus and Matitus gave themselves to me, they gave me some of their magic,” I tell him, and his eyes snap to mine.
He traces his marking, tingles rushing everywhere he touches. Silas smirks, pulling me against him, his hands going to my hair as he tugs it, making my head snap back as his lips trail down my neck, his other hand squeezes my ass as he presses his erection against me.
“I did say I was going to turn that ass red,” he says, smacking it. My panties dampened with my arousal when the door suddenly opens making me jump and climb off his lap.
“If anyone is smacking that ass I am, though I don’t think that is really a punishment for her,” Matitus growls.
“You two always walk in at the worst times,” Silas tells them.
I try to pull the blanket around me. Matitus climbs on the bed, tugging it down, taking it from me.
Dragus leans against the door frame, but neither of them look angry.
Matitus kneels on the end of the bed. His eyes dart down to stomach and he gasps.
a crooked grin turning up his lips. Dragus steps closer and I can feel both their shock through the bond.
Dragus eyes going to me, making me feel a little exposed with their intent gazes.
“You pledged to her?” Dragus murmurs.
“Well let’s not make a big deal out it,” Silas waves them off and suddenly Matitus launches himself at him, his lips smashing into Silas who seems shocked by his reaction.
While I feel confused, Dragus is smiling from ear to ear as he walks toward me.
I hear Silas groan, making me look at them as Matitus assaulted his mouth, arousal flooding me when Matitus lips move to his neck and across his chest.
“I fucking love you, you stubborn ass Dragon,” Matitus tells him, and I can feel Silas trying to figure out what is going on, but at the same time loving his mate’s attention.
Dragus climbs onto the bed between my legs, leaning over me and grabbing the back of Silas’s head, kissing him just as harshly.
I shake my head giving up on trying to figure out whatever has made them so excited so suddenly.
Figuring I will leave them to it. I wriggle out from under Dragus, intending to go shower since I am now up.
When suddenly, Dragus’s arm snakes around my waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he says, ripping me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me, kissing me with the same hunger he had with Silas.