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“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.