Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 41

Elora’s POV

My throat felt like it was crushed in vice, groaning, my fingers instantly going to my neck and I wince in

pain as I try to roll onto my back. The skin felt tender, even trying to breathe hurt as I sucked in air

through my lips. Opening my eyes, I find myself on the bed. Something cold touching my neck relieved

the pain, but that was short-lived when I realised it was Silas holding a wet cloth to my neck. Instantly I

pulled away from him. I tried to tell him not to touch me, but the words wouldn’t come out as I choked

on them, my throat throbbing and I could feel it blistered the skin.

I watched him warily, as he leant over to me before I smacked his hand away and glared at him.

“I just want to help?” he says, and I can see the guilt behind his eyes as he looks down at what he did.

“You have done enough” I thought, his eyes snapping to mine and I know he heard what I thought. He

looked at the tattoo running down my neck before escaping under my shirt.

“You seemed to have picked up a lot of Dragon traits with that mark,” he says looking thoughtful.

Moving off the bed, I walk toward the bathroom. I stop when I feel weight around my ankle and the clink

of the chain. A padlock was holding it in place and I instantly bent down trying to remove it.

“You won’t get it off,” he says, watching me from his position on the bed.

“Remove it” he shakes his head. And I eye the lock, wishing I could break it. When Abigail walks in with

a tray of food. I was hungry, but I knew it was pointless if I couldn’t talk. There is no way I could eat.

Silas nods, pointing toward the bedside table. She looks down at me sadly on the floor as she places it

down. Her eyes going to my neck and she bends down like she is in trance and I know instantly she

was going to heal it. I grip her wrist, trying to warn her with my eyes. Silas watched us intently. Trying to

figure out what I am trying to tell her, wondering why I grabbed her the way I did. My tight grip seems to

pull her back as she glances over her shoulder at Silas, whose eyes are trained on her every

movement.

I hear her heart rate pick up and I can sense through the bond that he finds our exchange strange. But

I hold my walls tight, not letting him invade my thoughts. Abigail nods and her eyes glow a green which

I had never seen before. I watch as her eyes go back to normal before she gets up and hurriedly

leaves the room without saying a word.

I let out the breath I was holding, pulling myself back together, only to find Silas observing me carefully

like he was trying to figure something out. Getting up off the floor, I quickly duck in the bathroom trying

to cool my burning neck under the sink before washing my face. The skin of my neck was red and

angry. I could see every finger burnt into my flesh. Walking out and sitting on the bed. Silas was still

sitting there watching me when Dragus walked in. I knew instantly it was him because I could feel him

getting closer as he walked up the stairs and his scent drifted to my nose. He smiles when he sees I

am awake before walking over and climbing on the bed and laying down. I could feel through the bond,

he wanted to touch me but was unsure. Laying down, I put my head on his chest and look up at him.

He kisses my nose and I completely ignore Silas and the jealousy hitting me through the bond.

I won’t forgive so easily. Not after what he did. Silas growls before storming out and slamming the door

so hard I was sure the entire castle would have heard it. Dragus places his hand on my cheek, his

thumb rubbing my face sending sparks all over me. I lean into his touch finding it soothing. Matitus

walks in after about five minutes. His eyes scan the room and I know he is looking for Silas before he

smiles and his eyes land on me.

He steps closer before climbing on the bed next to me. His hand pulling on my shoulder, making me roll

toward him and away from Dragus. I watch as Matitus teeth extend into sharp points and he bites into

his wrist. His blood seeping out and down his arm.

“Silas will be angry,” Dragus says with a frown, looking down at me. Matitus pulls me closer so I am

sitting between his legs with my back against his chest.

“I don’t care, she isn’t just his mate,” he says before pressing his wrist to my lips. Opening my mouth, I

let his blood flood into my mouth and the pain in my neck instantly lessens before leaving completely.

My body healed and I let him pull his wrist away.

“Better little one,” he says, making me look up at him. “Much better,” I tell him, and he grins before

kissing me. His hand holding the back of my head as he brings his lips to mine. His tongue glided along

my bottom lip wanting access and I parted my lips for him before kissing him back. Arousal flooding me

instantly through the bond and I could also feel Silas anger because he could also feel it through the

bond.

Dragus grips my chin, pulling my lips from Matitus, and I moan when his tongue plunges in my mouth

before kissing me harder and taking control of the kiss. Matitus groans before pulling me up higher, his

lips going to my neck as he sucks on my neck and making me moan into Dragus’s mouth. I could feel

his erection underneath me. Wriggling my hips on Matitus, his hands grip my hips holding me in place.

Before Dragus hand moves between my legs rubbing me through my tights and I could feel myself

getting wetter making him chuckle against my lips.

A thunderous growl echoed through the castle, making Dragus pull back and I could feel Silas’s anger,

jealousy and longing through the bond. “We should stop before he comes up here” I whisper worried.

“Or we could keep going, just to piss him off more” Matitus growls next to my ear before kissing my

shoulder, my eyes closing at the sensation of sparks rushing through me, making my skin heat and my

heart beat quicken. Dragus moves on the bed dipping between my legs making my eyes snap open as

he grips my tights pulling them down.

Watching him as his eyes never leave mine, waiting to see if I would tell him no. He kisses my knee

before sucking on my thigh, his lips moving closer and closer to the apex of my legs before I feel him

kiss my slit.

Matitus hands move to my hips before he lifts me slightly on his laps pushing his legs are under mine

before bending his knees with my legs draped over his pulling mine apart and completely exposing me

to Dragus. Dragus growls softly before I feel him lick a straight line up my slit, parting my lips with his

tongue and I throw my head back against Matitus shoulder hearing him chuckle before kissing the side

of my face as Dragus tongue flicks my clit before he sucks it into his mouth making me moan loudly

and move my hips against his face. His hands holding my thighs apart and I feel Matitus legs tense,

stopping me from trying to close mine.

Dragus devouring me with his continuous licking and sucking before I feel him slide a finger inside me,

my walls instantly clamping down around it before he removes it adding another making pressure

inside me build and my stomach tighten, my hand going to his hair as I try to tug his face away, he

growls before sucking harder making my hips buck as I feel my orgasm about to rush over me.

“Come for him Lora, let him taste you” Matitus husky voice sounds below my ear and Dragus speeds

up his movements, his fingers slipping in out effortlessly the wetter I get, and I explode into his mouth,

making me moan and grind my hips against his face, his tongue not stopping as he licks up my juices.

I am left panting, Matitus drops his knees letting me slump against him, my legs trembling as Dragus

moves between them bracing his arms on either side of Matitus and myself. He leans his face closer to

mine, kissing my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth. A soft moan escapes when I taste

myself on his tongue before Matitus grips his chin. I watch as Matitus kisses him and Dragus groans as

Matitus tongue forcefully moves between his lips. Watching as they kiss, before Dragus grinds his hips

against me and I can feel his erection pressing against me through his pants.

Making me wriggle at the friction. When Dragus goes to pull away, Matitus grips the back of his head

holding him in place and I feel arousal flood me at the sight of them kissing and the pure hunger within

that one kiss. I could feel Matitus erection digging into my ass and Dragus against my wet folds.

Reaching between my legs, I grab Dragus through his pants making him groan before pulling back and

staring at me. Matitus watching as Dragus sits back and I squeeze his harden length. Dragus looks to

Matitus and I can feel their hesitation through the bond.

Dragus hops off the bed, moving away from me. “Silas?” I ask and Dragus nods.

“He wouldn’t forgive us if we took you without him here,” Matitus says behind me. Anger pulsates

through me. I was mad that everything has to be run by Silas, needs his approval. They don’t want me

unless Silas is with us. Well, that’s going to be a problem when I don’t want Silas. Moving from Matitus

lap, I pull my tights on before flopping back on the end of the bed, annoyed.

Dragus runs his hands up my thighs. “He’s our mate, he should be with us.”

“Well, he should have thought about that before he hurt me.”

“Don’t be like that Elora, he loves you just like we do,” Matitus says.

“If that’s love I want no part of it.”

“He doesn’t mean it, you reminded him of.”

I cut him off, not wanting to hear their excuses. Pissed that they were even making them for him.

“I can’t believe you’re defending him after what he did.”

“He’s our mate, Elora, please understand,” Dragus tries to reason.

“Yeah, and I am supposed to be your mate too,” I tell him. Dragus goes to say something else but I

don’t give him a chance much too angry with them. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well go on, run along back to your mate,” I tell them. Dragus eyes shine with hurt but he reluctantly

leaves along with Matitus closing the door behind them. I feel tears brimming but I hold them back

before rolling on my side. Why did I have to be the fae blessed with magic? It wasn’t a gift but a curse,

one I couldn’t escape from.