CHAPTER 41 #2
“What is it?” I ask, starting to worry.
I am hit with a tidal wave of emotions from them. All of them staring at me.
“You’re pregnant” Silas whispers.
“How is it even possible we didn’t break the curse?” I ask confused.
“It was never your curse to break, only Silas could break it by righting the wrongs of the past, him accepting you, broke the curse,” Matitus answers.
Silas didn’t say anything, he is too busy with his head in my lap.
I am in shock. I am carrying a baby, something I never pictured myself having, I never wanted to bring a child into this world, but things have changed.
Looking at them, I realize they have changed. Everything has changed so maybe now it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“You don’t want kids?” Dragus asks, meddling in my thoughts. I shake my head, Silas sits up staring at me.
“No, it’s not that, I am just shocked. I never wanted kids not with the way the kingdom was but it’s different now,” I answer honestly.
“So, you’re happy about it?” Silas asks, and I sense that he is deeply concerned I don’t want to keep it.
“Yes, Silas, just shocked, that’s all,” I tell him.
His lips crash against mine, shoving me flat on the bed, his kiss filled with need.
A thought hits me, making me sit up on my elbows. I look at Dragus and Matitus. “Wait, is this why you haven’t left me alone? How long have you known?”
Matitus laughs as Dragus steps closer.
“Yes, and also because we like fucking you,” Dragus answers.
“I figured it out when we pledged to you and your markings changed,” Matitus says.
Silas ignores us, his lips moving to my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he yanks me back down beneath him. He latches onto my nipple with his teeth, making me hiss.
I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer. I am sore, though I don’t want to ruin his good mood. He has no intention of stopping, his lips continuing to attack my skin.
The door opens and closes.
“Where are they going?” I murmur between his love bites.
He shrugs, not caring, his lips finding mine again.
His hot tongue plays with mine, fighting for dominance. I tug at his pants, wanting them off as arousal washes over me. He pushes them down, running the head of his cock through my wet folds, teasing me, positioning himself.
Silas thrusts in with one movement, making me gasp. His hands move up my arms, forcing them above my head, holding them in one of his. I rock my hips, wanting him to move. He is too busy tasting my skin, devouring it as he nips and sucks on my neck and shoulder.
Using my legs, I pull him tighter against me, and he groans, pulling out and slamming back in.
He moves at a slow rhythm, frustrating me.
“Silas,” I snap when he doesn’t speed up.
He chuckles, picking up speed. The friction builds slowly, still not enough—not when I’m used to their rough ways. I try to move my hips. Silas grabs my hip with one hand, holding me still.
“So impatient,” he mutters, sucking on my mark hard, sparks rushing over my body as his teeth graze it.
“Then move faster. What’s with the old man slow stuff?” I whine.
He huffs angrily at being called old.
With one hand, he flips me onto my stomach, gripping my hips and pulling my ass into the air.
His hand comes down hard on my ass, my juices spilling onto my thighs at the sudden pain.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I’d grown used to it. Now, I need it.
“I’m not old,” he says, slamming into me, making me jerk forward.
He fists my hair, yanking my head back, leaning over to kiss me awkwardly, biting my lip, letting go.
He pulls out, thrusting back in harshly, hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me, finding his rhythm.
My hands clutch the sheets as his pace picks up, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
His hand comes down again, the burning sting making me wetter. Arousal coils within me, my walls clenching around him as I let out a breathy moan.
“Hmm, is that what my little vixen wants?” he asks, bringing his hand down on the side of my ass while fucking me.
I moan, my skin heating under his touch, his fingers burning into my flesh.
My breath comes faster, my skin tingles. I teeter on the edge, euphoria building. His hand moves over my ass.
His thumb presses against the tight muscles. He shoves it in.
His pace picks up, my body growing wetter, my juices coating his hard length as he buries himself inside me.
The only sounds are my moans, his heavy breathing, and flesh meeting flesh.
I become lost in the feel of him deep inside me.
My walls flutter around him, the pulsating growing worse.
My skin burns, my toes curl as I reach my climax. My walls clench around him, and I hear him groan.
His movements slow, then still as he finds his release.
Sweat coats my skin, my face flushes as he pulls out and drops beside me on the bed.
I rest my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath.
His fingers lazily draw circles on my back. He kisses the top of my head.
“I love you, Elora Aziza,” he says.
“And I love you, Silas Draquin,” I chuckle, my eyes fluttering closed.
He tugs the blanket up just as sleep takes me.
I wake up to darkness. Matitus and Dragus are now fast asleep beside me.
Silas, however, is nowhere to be seen, yet I can sense he is awake.
Getting up, I pull the covers back up over Matitus before finding some clothes and putting on a dressing gown.
The stone floors feel cold under my feet as I walk around the castle in search of him only to find him staring at the shelves of books in his office.
I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. He jumps, startled, lost in thought and not expecting someone to creep up on him.
“What are you doing up, it’s 4AM,” he says, turning around in my arms.
“Looking for you, and I shouldn’t have fell asleep so early in the day, I’m wide awake now,” I tell him, and he nods.
“What are you doing?” I ask looking toward the bookshelves he was staring at.
“Nothing, just thinking,” he says.
“About?” I ask.
“How to make the city better, safer for everyone,” he says.
“What do you mean, it’s pretty safe now,” I tell him.
He shakes his head, grabbing a book off the shelf and opening it.
He hands it to me, and I see it contains old photos of the city in a time when things were different.
Before the war, everything looked new and fresh.
Turning the page, I see a map of the area and notice there were other kingdoms in the area.
I grew up here and never saw or knew how close the other kingdoms were.
“That used to be the Fae kingdom, where your people originated from”, Silas says, pointing to a kingdom on the other side of the mountains.
“Is it still there?”
“No, I destroyed it, all that is left is ruins now” he says, shaking his head. I sense that he genuinely feels bad about it.
“Do you miss her?” I ask.
“Blaire?” he asks, his eyes snap to mine. He seems to think for a second, his emotions everywhere, and I am not able to pinpoint one.
“No, I miss what could have been, what the world could have been if she just accepted the mate bond and if I didn’t ruin everything,” he tells me. “Now I need to figure out how to fix it.”
“You can only do so much, things will change over time Silas, it doesn’t have to be right away.
Look at what we have already accomplished in such a short time.
It will happen,” I tell him. He nods, pulling another book off the shelf and sitting down.
Stress on his face, and I can see his past is eating at him.
“What’s the biggest issue right now?” he leans forward putting his elbows on the desk.
“The Vampires, they are struggling with the no kill orders and having to leave the city to meet dietary requirements,” he says.
“What about a blood bank?”
“Why would anyone donate blood for them, they are hated by the entire kingdom?”
“I think they might surprise you; people want things to change and if it means less lives lost and a chance to live amicably, they will do it Silas,” I tell him, walking over and climbing on his lap. “Next one?” I ask and he smirks.
“The Dragons, we need to help them especially if there is a chance, they can all come back,” he says yet I feel something else, some underlying reason as to why he wants to save them, guilt eating at him.
“Who are you trying to find?” I ask and his eyes snap to mine.
“How do you know I am looking for someone?” he asks curiously.
“Your guilt, through the bond,” I tell him. His hand goes to my flat stomach.
“My father,” he says.
“You think he could be one of them?”
“I’m not sure but I need to know,” he says, shrugging.
“What happened to him?”
“My mother killed herself when she found out I couldn’t produce any heirs, I thought when he left, he killed himself. We have always known those mutations were out there, their Dragons driven to insanity, but I always thought the human part of them died, didn’t know it could be recovered,” he says.
“I still don’t understand why the females killed themselves off, I thought you were all immortal?”
“Everything has a loophole, Lora. That’s why I killed off the Witches, it wasn’t just that they helped Blaire, but they helped them kill themselves.
My mother said there was no point living without something to live for and I guess I wasn’t enough, forever is a long time Elora, forever becomes lonely when you have nothing to look forward to. ”
“Well, what abou…”
He cuts me off, grabbing my face. “Nothing that puts you at risk Elora, especially now,” he says.
“I know that, I am just thinking what if we come up with some way to shoot them.”
“Shoot them?”
“Yeah well, I am not going to go around asking them to bite me, and I am sure Aldrin won’t be down for that either. So, what if we shoot them with something containing mine and Aldrin’s blood. Like tranquiliser darts.”
“Yes, but we don’t know how many are out there or how much blood they actually require to change back and there are only three royal Fae and one is a child. I won’t have you become a Dragon blood bag.”
“Then we catch one,” I tell him. He seems to think before kissing my head.
“We will figure something out,” I nod.
“First we will see if this blood bank idea works first”
Silas taps my leg and I hop up letting him up, he chucks another log in the fireplace, turning to look at me.
“Hungry?” he asks.
“No one is up, and I can’t cook very well,” I tell him.
“You can’t but I can,” he says, holding his hand out to me. I place mine in his, letting him pull me to my feet.
“Pancakes?”
“Anything as long as it doesn’t have cheese.” He looks at me funny. “I can’t handle the smell of it, made me sick yesterday”
“Nothing with cheese,” he says, pulling me toward the kitchen.
The lights are off, but Silas finds the lights and seems to actually know his way around the kitchen considering I haven’t seen him in here before.
Silas shows me how to make the batter, and we make enough to feed the castle.
We put them in the bain-marie as we cook them.
“So, who taught you how to cook?” I ask, curious that a king has ever had to cook.
“A Fae actually,” he says, and he laughs at my shock.
“When?”
“Before the war, she was a stern woman. She liked this kingdom and asked to work here. She had a mate that worked here.”
“You know her granddaughter,” he says, shocking me.
“Who?” I only knew Marian other than the new Fae we discovered who are younger.
“Marian, her grandmother was lovely, that’s why I kept Marian around. She reminds me of her.”
“Does Marian know?” Silas nods. Well, that explains why he tolerates her better than most.
“Then why is she scared of you guys; she wouldn’t even look up at you, when I first came here.”
“Because she follows orders and no eye contact was one of them, but now things have changed. I actually like seeing the castle happy, our people happy. My second biggest regret is ruining what my father built. He was a hard man and didn’t approve of my mates, but he was a good father and great king. I ruined what he built.”
“Marian knew my grandmother, she helped deliver me,” I tell him. Now, it’s Silas’s turn to look shocked.
“Huh, small world”, he says. I agree, how strange we are all connected in some way without knowing it.
“So, what’s your biggest regret then?” I ask curious if that was his second biggest, I was expecting him to say the war and killing Blaire.
“What I have done to you,” he says looking at me before looking back at the pancakes.
“I was actually expecting you to say the war,” I tell him, shocked. He shakes his head.
“I regret that, but without it, I never would have found you,” he says.
Our conversation cuts off when cooks walk in. They stop at the door, shock evident on their faces at seeing Silas standing over the hot stove flipping pancakes while I cook bacon and fried a heap of tomatoes.
No one looks more shocked than Marian as she steps in, her mouth almost hitting the floor.
“Did you shit the bed or something?” she asks, shaking her head. Silas laughs a throaty laugh, shaking his head. The cooks step in, nervously wondering what to do.
We finish cooking, turning everything off. “Help yourselves there is plenty here,” Silas says pointing to the stove top.
“You made everyone breakfast?” Marian asks. “What’s the catch, why are you in a good mood?” she questions.
Silas’s lips turn up, “I can be nice Marian, I’m not a complete jerk,” he says, and she scoffs muttering something. Silas obviously heard because he chuckled at whatever she said.
I grab the platter we made for Matitus and Dragus. Silas follows me upstairs.