CHAPTER 41
The next two weeks pass by quickly, Silas and Dakari have been busy trying to figure out what to do about the other Dragons that have been lost to the curse.
Dakari seems to think that when their mates died, part of them died with them and that’s how they became monsters.
Dakari also seems to think that it wasn’t my magic at all that changed them, it was my blood which at first didn’t make sense because only one of the two Dragons bit me.
The other bit Aldrin, which has now led to the theory that it is Fae royal blood that changes them.
Either way, Aldrin and I aren’t willing to go out and taunt them just to be bitten, so now we are trying to come up with ways to inject them without getting too close.
The Dragons can’t fly so that gives us an advantage, but the problem is one of them knows Fae blood is the cure, so Silas is now worried we may have a war on our hands soon.
Matitus and Dragus have also been busy when they aren’t seeking me out, they have been helping repair the city.
We now have three orphanages and two homeless shelters.
The city is starting to resemble an actual township now.
The place is flourishing, and the people are happy, giving me hope that our future is bright.
Walking through the castle, I search for Abigail.
I have to tell her Victor has finally made a sleeping remedy for Claire.
Claire has been suffering terrible nightmares and Dakari came to ask if there was any way we could help her, so I sent him to Victor.
He is as close to a doctor we are going to get, although Victor too has been rather busy training those who are willing to learn how to make medicine and what they are used for.
He has nine apprentices so far all eager to learn.
Walking into the kitchen, I spot Abigail helping Marian sort vegetables they picked this morning.
“Hey Abbie, Victor wants you to go see him, he made something to help Claire sleep.”
Abigail looks up excitedly, exhaustion after many sleepless nights lining her face. We tried to insist she take some time off, but she refused, wanting to help where she can.
“Oh, thank the heavens, I hope it works. I don’t think I can go much longer without sleep,” she says.
“Go home, we don’t need you here. Get some sleep and spend time with Claire,” I tell her. She shakes her head.
“Go on love, you need it,” Marian tries to tell her.
“I will make Silas fire you if I have to” I warn her. She hangs her head.
“Fine, but only for a day or two. Okay.”
I nod; anything is better than nothing. I watch Abigail duck out of the kitchen going to see Victor.
“How are you feeling, you don’t look any better.
Still been feeling sick?” Marian asks. I am also exhausted.
I dreaded the night. I have nowhere to hide and the lack of sleep from the past week is starting to show.
Matitus and Dragus never leave me alone.
Not that I am complaining, but they have been insatiable.
Marian opens up the fridge, a foul odor wafting to my nose.
“What is that?” I ask, pinching my nose.
“What’s what?” Marian asks, looking over her shoulder at me.
“That smell.” It is making my stomach turn violently.
“I can’t smell anything,” Marian says, sniffing the air. I unplug my nose taking a whiff. The smell makes me dry heave and I pinch my nose again.
Walking over to the fridge, I peer inside.
All that is in there are fruits and vegetables and cheese in this one.
I unplug my nose again, sniffing the fridge before grabbing some cheese off the shelf and smelling it.
It is not a good idea. The odor is coming from the cheese, and I instantly feel bile rise.
I drop it, running for the sink only just making it.
I empty my stomach. Marian squeals, rushing over.
“Shit love, are you alright?”
“The cheese, it’s bad,” I gasp, and she picks it up sniffing it, while I continue to spew.
“Smells fine to me,” she says, and I look up as she breaks a piece off and pops it in her mouth. The sight of her eating the curdled cheese makes me throw up again.
“Tastes fine too, maybe you’re coming down with something,” she says, putting the cheese in the fridge and closing the door. I wet my face and drink water straight from the tap to rinse my mouth out. I feel hot, really hot, and start pulling off my coat.
“Elora it’s freezing in here, leave it on,” Marian argues, trying to push it back up on my shoulders.
“No, I am hot, I need it off,” I tell her, and she reluctantly removes it for me while I remain over the sink worried about throwing up again. When the urge leaves, I finally stand up.
“Maybe you should go lay down,” she says worriedly, touching my head.
“You do feel a little warm,” Marian muses.
“I’m fine, I just need some sleep, maybe a shower first.”
“I will go see if I can find the Kings…”
“No, no I am fine”, I spit out quickly, knowing I will just end up underneath one of them and I really don’t feel like sex right now.
That is the last thing I wanted. Marian helps me to the room, and I quickly race to the shower, strip off, and hop in.
The water is soothing and now that I am out of the kitchen, my stomach starts to settle.
Hopping out, I wrap myself in a towel. I groan when I see Dragus and Matitus sitting in the room. I quickly shut the bathroom door locking it before one of them knocks on it.
“Go away, my muffin shop is closed,” I tell them. I hear them chuckle and knock again.
“You can’t hide in there forever little one,” Dragus’s voice rings out on the other side of the door. I hear him laugh.
“I’m not coming out, I’m sore, I feel sick and…” I run out of excuses, but they seem good enough to me.
“I can make you feel better,” Matitus says.
I groan, they are impossible. Suddenly, I feel arousal through the bond. “What are you doing?” I ask, as another wave hits me.
“Come out and you can see,” Dragus says, and I hear Matitus moan. I hear something hit the door when overwhelming sparks rush south from whatever Dragus is doing to Matitus. I moan involuntarily, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Silas!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs, and I hear Matitus laugh.
“You want all three of us, love?” he taunts.
I huff, deciding I won’t walk out the door until they leave. I hear the door burst open and know Silas has run in.
“What, what’s going on?” I hear him groan at whatever he just walked in on. His arousal hits me, intensifying my own.
“Make them leave,” I tell him, but my voice comes out like a breathy moan.
I hear a crash before hearing a laugh coming from Dragus.
“Silas?” I call out.
“He is a little preoccupied,” Dragus says.
“You’re meant to be on my side,” I whine as the feelings through the bond get stronger. My skin is tingling and burning.
“Knock knock,” Dragus calls.
“Go away,” I tell him sitting on the floor. Suddenly the door handle breaks, and I jump back up about to dart away when arms snake around my waist. Silas grabs me, and I can feel his erection digging into my back.
“You’re meant to be helping me, not fucking me,” I tell him.
“Change of plans,” he says, tossing me onto the bed.
His lips find my neck, nipping and sucking on my mark.
My traitorous body reacts like a hussy.
I press my lips into a line, trying to fight the urge rolling over me as he peels my towel off. He bites down on my breast, my back arching off the bed. His lips continue nipping and sucking down my body to my hips.
Then he suddenly stops, sitting up on his elbows.
He runs his nose across my belly, making me shiver.
He keeps sniffing me.
This confuses me. I just showered.
I look over to Dragus and Matitus, who have huge grins on their faces, staring at Silas.
“What?” I ask, confused.
Silas runs his nose down my hip to the apex of my legs.
“What are you doing? Stop sniffing me. Do I stink? I just showered,” I tell him, appalled at his strange actions.
“You never stink,” Dragus chuckles.
Silas pushes his nose into my belly button, inhaling deeply. His head snaps up, his eyes wide before they dart to mine.
His eyes are watery.
Is he crying?
He seems frozen, a silly grin creeping onto his face. He sniffs my stomach again.
“Okay, get off me. You are creeping me the fuck out,” I tell him, trying to push him off with this strange sniffing fetish he has going on.
“Please tell me you smell it too,” he says, looking to Matitus and Dragus.
“She is also warm. Very warm,” Silas says.
A tear rolls down his cheek.
“Why are you crying, what is wrong with you?” I tell him, he has lost his mind, the man has finally gone insane.
“Smell her,” he says, and Matitus leans over. I squirm to get away from him.
“Get away with your sniffing,” I screech. Dragus has a grin on his face, watching.
“She smells really good doesn’t she Silas?” Matitus says, a strange smirk on his face. I furrow my brows looking to Silas.
“You knew already, I am not imagining it?” Matitus shakes his head.
“You’re not imagining it, Silas,” he says, and he looks to Dragus who nods. Am I the only one that has no idea what’s going on here?
A strangled noise leaves Silas’s lips and I feel overwhelming happiness hit me through the bond and he starts sobbing.
His head leans against my stomach while his arms wrap around my hips.
Matitus rubs his back and I see Dragus look away teary eyed.
I sit up, alarmed when I feel his hot tears run over my skin.
“What’s wrong, why is he crying, why are you crying?” I ask, looking at Dragus. No one answers.
“What did you do to him?” I ask, confused. Has everyone lost their minds?
I brush Silas’s hair with my fingers when he starts kissing my stomach and my hips hungrily.
“What’s going on?” I try to ask. Silas sits up, plunging his tongue into his mouth, making me moan into his. He suddenly pulls back, gripping my face with both his hands. He stares at me, and I wipe his tears that were on his cheeks.