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“It’s late,” he states, pulling me up the stairs and I realize he is taking me to their bedchambers. When I see the door come in sight, I freeze. My feet stop as I stare at the door in horror. He is really going to make me sleep in there with them. Turning, I try to find some way to escape.

I only see Dragus walking up the stairs toward us. Silas tugs my elbow again and I shake my head, refusing to go in that room with them. Silas growls low and goosebumps rise on my skin. I step back slightly as his eyes change. He closes them and pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated.

“Elora, get in the room.”

“No, I am not sleeping in there. Just let me go back to my room.”

Silas takes a step forward to grab me and I step back out of his reach and his eyes flicker dangerously. Dragus comes up behind me, placing his hands on my hips, making me jump at his touch.

“This is your idea; you can deal with her. I may just fucking kill her,” he says glaring at me, and I shrink back from his gaze. Bipolar much? He was fine until I refused to go in the room.

Dragus pulls me toward the stairs, and I let out the breath I am holding. He steers me toward my room, and I quickly sit on the bed and pick up the book I was reading.

“Did you read the one about Dragon Mates?” Dragus asks. I shake my head.

“I will let you stay for a bit, but Silas wants you upstairs with us. And before you refuse, it wasn’t a choice.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because the more you are around us, the more pull the mate bond will have on you.”

“Fae don’t have mates,” I tell him. He shakes his head, moving and sitting on the end of the bed.

“They don’t have mates?” he asks, reaching his hand closer to my face. Gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip and makes my skin heat up at his touch.

My heart rate increases as he moves closer, so his lips are barely touching mine, his breath fanning my face. His scent is strong, and I inhale deeply, loving the smell of him this close. It is intoxicating and addictive. No one should smell as appealing as he does at this moment.

Dragus closes the distance, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting down softly. I shiver and the foreign feelings of arousal hit me, and I moan against his lips. He chuckles, pulling back and it is like a fog has been lifted.

“Fae still feel the pull, or did that feel like nothing to you?” he asks, and I swallow. Dragus gets up, striding back to the door and stopping.

“An hour and I will be back to get you.”

I nod because what else can I say? It isn’t like I have a choice in this.

I sit there reading for about forty minutes, finally finishing the book. I pick up both books and look at the cover of the Dragon one. It looks old, but its size is daunting as I flick through the pages and the whole idea of being their mate is hard enough without having to read about it. I head to the library to see if I can find another Fae book but on Magic. I place the books back on their shelves. I scan the other books when something catches my eye. An entire shelf of what looked like journals. I run my fingers over the leather spines. Each book has Silas and the year engraved into it.

Pulling one off the shelves, I read the spine. Silas 1801. I shake my head. “Surely he isn’t that old,” I whisper to myself.

“He’s older,” comes a voice behind me, making me jump and I drop the journal I was holding. Dragus bends down picking it up, placing it on the shelf behind me. I move out from under his arm. Dragus runs his fingers over the spines of the journals, pulling one from the shelf.

He hands it to me. It is again one of Silas’s journals, the year is 1916 instead. Dragus moves closer and I step back, coming in contact with the desk in the center of the room. He chuckles, placing his hands on either side of the desk beside me.

“Always so jumpy, yet your heart doesn’t race like it does around Silas,” he says.

“Maybe because you’re not as homicidal,” I tell him.

He hands me the book.

“Won’t Silas be mad you gave me this?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, we all want the same thing.”

“And what is that?”

“You,” he says, kissing me. His lips are soft yet demanding and I feel his tongue brush my bottom lip wanting access and I grant it. He presses himself between my legs, gripping my hips and placing me on the desk. His kiss deepens as I feel his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth. His hand escapes inside my top and his warm hands caressing my skin, moving to my breasts.

Arousal floods me, and my core aches with anticipation. I kiss him back, my tongue playing with his and I hear him groan before feeling the bulge in his pants pressing between my legs. His other hand snakes underneath my thigh as he brings my leg up against his hip pushing me back onto the table. Dragus lips move to my neck, and I open my eyes only to see Silas standing behind his desk.