Eloraâs POV Silas didnât come in for dinner. I hadnât seen him since he walked off with Aldrin. Fear kicking in, worried he may have hurt Aldrin, his dislike for Fae was definitely no secret and the worry was starting to eat at me.
Dragus trying to distract me, keeping me busy and following me around everywhere I went when I run into Matitus, he was walking down the corridor muttering to himself.
He was covered in white dust and completely naked as he stalked toward the bedroom. Dragus chuckling beside me as I chase after him.
âMatitusâ I call, and he stops, he smiles before his eyes goes to Dragus and he growls.
âWhere is Silas, tell me, I have little wings the bastardâ He says making Dragus laugh.
âWhy are you covered in dust?â I ask wiping it off his chest when he turns stomping up the stairs toward the bedroom.
âGeez does everyone have to walk around naked, we have clothes you knowâ Marian calls out as she walks past the stairs making me laugh.
âSo, youâre not going to tell me where you have been?â I ask, Matitus mutters something about rocks and being set up making me confused. All while Dragus finds his attitude quite entertaining. Walking in the room Matitus stops grabbing me, crushing me against him before he kisses me. I push on his shoulders pulling away.
âYouâre covered in dustâ I squeak as his tongue snakes into my mouth and I nearly bite it off when I sneeze. He doesnât seem to care instead tucking me under his arm like a football and stalking off into the bathroom. My arms and legs dangling when he puts me down turning the shower on.
âYou have no idea the things I had to do today, fucking broke a claw moving that shitâ He snaps pointing at Dragus and poking him in the chest.
âAw poor baby broke a nailâ Dragus taunts.
âHey that shit hurts, and itâs a talon not a fucking nailâ Matitus spits at him.
âIts okay have a shower we can do pedicures and manicures, fix you right upâ Dragus mocks making Matitus growl at him before slapping at him. Dragus jumps out of the way while I shake my head about to walk out on their bickering, when I feel Matitus arm go around my waist.
âNot you, youâre stayingâ He says tugging on my shirt and pulling it off, stripping me bare in two seconds.
âNo, I need to find Silasâ I tell him, but he ignores me picking me up and placing me in the shower and blocking the door. I huff folding my arms across my chest as he steps in. Matitus turns the shower on blasting me with cold water making me squeal.
âSee your nips are already hard for meâ He chuckles pinching one. I slap his hand away.
âIâm fucking cold idiot, turn the heat upâ I screech at him, trying to get away from the stream of water.
Matitus turns the heat up, before stepping under the other shower head rinsing the dust off himself.
âBetter?â He asks reaching for me and pulling me against him.
âYou really going to make me watch?â Dragus whines from outside the shower screen that Matitus had his hand on holding it closed. He lets it go allowing Dragus to enter the shower. Dragus strips off, climbing in behind him and I turn to grab the soap.
âTurn aroundâ I tell Matitus before running the soap over his back and washing all the dirt and crud off him, having to stand on my tippy toes to reach his shoulders and neck. When I am done, I hand him the soap. He faces me before washing the rest of himself while Dragus scoots past him and behind me, kissing my shoulder.
âYou still didnât answer?â I tell Matitus.
âAnd I am not going toâ He says dropping the soap in the holder and rinsing himself off before gripping my hips and lifting me. I quickly grab his shoulders to stop from falling backwards, not that I would have hit the ground Dragus was that close. Matitus kisses me demandingly, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth as his grip on my hips tightened. I feel Dragus hands move over my thighs to the sides of my ass before I feel his fingers move to slit before he slides them between my lips, thrusting them into me, making me pull away from Matitus as he slides them in and out making me moan, my walls clenching his fingers. Matitus lips moving to my neck, nipping at my chin and neck. My nails digging into his shoulders, Matitus hoists me up higher and I feel his hardened length press against my folds making me wriggle my hips.
He positions himself at my entrance before letting me slide down on it, feel it move between my slick folds filling and stretching me, as my legs tighten around his waist, a satisfied noise leaving my lips making him laugh quietly at my reaction. Matitus grips my hips rolling them and moving me up and down his shaft, my lips going to his chest as I kiss and suck on it.
Dragus fingertips moving between my cheeks rubbing the tight muscles off my ass and I feel him step closer biting into my shoulder. His erection pressing against my ass, teasing me as I move trying to get him to move closer.
âDragusâ I whine when he doesnât do anything. Reaching behind me I grab his shaft stroking it and he steps closer before I move him where I want him. Matitus presses me against him, and I feel Dragus grab my cheeks spreading them apart before thrusting into me making me gasp. My stomach tightening at the overfull feeling when they start to move. My skin heating up and my breathing getting heavier as they thrust into me, my arousal deepening at the different sensations.
I move my hips, meeting their thrusts, my orgasm peaking before I feels my walls flutter around Matitus and making him find his own release. Dragus movement becoming jerky and harder before stilling as I breath through my own orgasm.
I feel Dragus now flaccid cock leave me before Matitus places me back on my feet. My legs feeling like jelly underneath me and I lean against Dragus while I catch my breath.
Grabbing the soap, I wash myself, strange feelings hitting me through the bond and I suddenly feel exhausted.
âWhat is Silas doing?â I ask knowing the feelings are his.
âNo idea but he is over-exerting himselfâ Matitus says also feeling suddenly drained.
âWe probably didnât helpâ I mutter and Dragus bends down kissing my shoulder before hopping out.
âWhere are you going?â I ask, as he wraps a towel around his waist.
âTo help, youâre forgetting he was going Dragon catching tonightâ Dragus says making me remember, I was so worried about him being with Aldrin, it completely slipped my mind. I wash quickly before jumping out and grabbing my own towel and chucking it on.
âYouâre not going out there Eloraâ Matitus says grabbing my wrist.
âYes, I amâ I tell him jerking my wrist away, but he doesnât let go, his grip only tightening.
âNo, youâre not. Silas will come see you when heâs done. You are not putting yourself in front of a dangerous dragon carrying my childâ He says his eyes darkening.
âExactly how are we going to test this theory, if I canât even get close to one?â I snap at him.
âYouâre not going and thatâs final, donât make me tie you to the bedâ He threatens. I huff waiting for him to let go. Matitus lets go, grabbing his towel and I stalk off into the room grabbing some clothes and quickly slipping them on. Matitus walks into the wardrobe for some pants while I make a run for the door only for it to be shut in my face.
âAlways the hard way with youâ He states before grabbing my waist and tossing me on the bed. He climbs up the bed before reaching into the draw beside the bed and grabbing a Tye. He holds my hands above my head, tying them to the bed frame while I try and kick him off. He rolls me on my stomach before slapping my ass making me squirm, as the heat from his hand sears my ass through my tights.
âI warned you, now behaveâ He says before flopping on the bed next to me and placing his arms under his head. Suddenly the door opens Abigail walking in, and I try and sit up. She brings a tray in before looking up and laughing at me tied to the bed.
âWhat did you do?â She asks and I hear Matitus chuckle.
âTried to go check on Silasâ
âYeah, best stay away, he has the biggest burn up his side and a bite mark on his legâ Abigail says making alarm hit me.
âWhat? How come I didnât feel itâ I ask looking to Matitus.
âThat explains why he is overexerting himself, he is blocking the bondâ Matitus says sitting up.
âUntie me Matitus so I can go see himâ I snap at him and Abigail puts up her hands in surrender.
âAbbie?â I screech as she runs from the room. Fear setting in and I become angry with Matitus from not letting me go, burning hot rage washing over me and I could smell something burning before my restraints suddenly snap. I look at my hands just as Matitus sniff the air, picking up on the burning fabric. I go to leap off the bed when I find myself face down before I even make it an inch.
âMatitus get off me, let me check on himâ
âNo, and Silas wouldnât want you down thereâ
âHe is hurtâ I scream at him.
âHe will heal, he is a dragon, fire wonât hurt him longâ Matitus says pulling me back and draping his arm across my shoulders.
âStay Lora, Silas wonât let it hurt him and Dragus is down there and probably Dakari tooâ Matitus says his arm tugging me closer.
âEat nowâ He says dragging the tray over and I roll my eyes at him.
âPlease eat, you need to eat. I promise Silas is fineâ He says gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him. He lets me go and I sag, giving up, knowing itâs pointless.
âI already ateâ I tell him.
âAnd you are eating for two now, so eatâ He says tapping the plate. I pick up a piece of peanut butter toast tearing off the corner, glaring at the door waiting for it to open. Matitus relaxing, his grip loosening as he leans back against headboard.