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“Silas will want to mark you as soon as he gets here, we just wanted to warn you first. I know you are frightened, don’t resist him. I would hate to see you get hurt,” he says warningly.

“Can I go now, please?” I want nothing more than to get away from them.

“Dragus will escort you back,” Matitus says, standing before leaving the room.

Dragus grips my elbow, pulling me to my feet before leading me back to my prison.

Climbing into bed, I toss and turn, my mind racing too fast for rest. Sleep doesn’t come easily.

When it finally does, nightmares pull me under—flashes of the night I was brought into the castle, the horrors replaying like a cruel reminder.

A touch jolts me awake.

My eyes snap open, locking onto Dragus sitting beside me.

I freeze. He leans in, a seductive smile curling his lips.

His obsidian eyes hold mine, and strangely, in this moment, I don’t feel fear.

He moves closer, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. Gentle, at first. Then urgent.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, demanding. I pull back slightly, gasping for air as his lips trail to my neck.

Warm hands grip my shirt, tugging it over my head. His mouth finds my nipple, latching on to it.

My body betrays me, a moan slipping free as his touch sends a jolt through me. His hot tongue trails lower, devouring every inch of flesh in its path. Heat pools between my legs, my stomach tightening, walls clenching in response.

Dragus moves lower, sliding my jeans down my legs. I try to speak, to ask what he’s doing. The words catch in my throat.

His breath ghosts over my core, a cruel tease, before his tongue flicks across my clit, sending a sharp pulse through me.

His hands pull my thighs apart as I try to close them on his head. My back arches off the bed, my hands running through his hair as I try to tug his head away from my sensitive areas. His torture is unrelenting as his tongue flicks across my clit, making me moan as I feel my orgasm reach its peak, like I am suddenly about to be thrown over the edge.

A knock pulls my attention away, and he is suddenly gone. The knocking gets louder, and I glance around, but no one is there. When I feel someone touch me, I jolt upright in my bed. Peering around frantically, drenched in sweat, my hair sticking to my face. I relax, it was just a dream. Sitting upright, I peek toward the door, and Dragus is leaning against it, watching me with a smile. Seeing him standing there, I nearly jump out of my skin. Suddenly, I feel a blush spread across my face, remembering the dream I just had. Yet it felt so real.

“You okay, Elora?” he asks, his smile widening, and I feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I know he can smell my arousal. He doesn’t need to know I dreamt about him.

“Yeah, fine, just a nightmare,” I tell him.

“Really?” he says, sniffing the air slightly.

“Must have been a nice nightmare, then,” he says, making me look away from him.

“Silas will be here in an hour. Abigail has some chores for you until he arrives. So, shower and get dressed. Abigail will bring you some clothes.” Then he turns around and saunters out. I hear him chuckle as he leaves. My heart races at the thought of Silas arriving back at the castle. I need to get out of here.

Chapter 4

I wait for Abigail to drop the clothes off before having a shower. Using the wooden chair, I brace it under the door handle. I definitely don’t want a repeat of yesterday when they invaded my personal space. Showering quickly, I dress in the sweater dress Abigail gave me. It is black and warm, but I didn’t like that it showed off so much of my legs.

Opening the door, I find Matitus waiting in the corridor.

“Block the door again, I will make you shower with me understood?” he says, not even trying to hide his anger. Why would he? He is one of the feared Dragon Kings and used to getting his way. Not wanting to anger him further, I nod, looking away. Matitus grips my chin, forcing me to stare up into his snake-like eyes.

“I said, understood?”

I nod my head feverishly.

“Words, Elora.”