Page 128

Chapter 44

Silas didn’t come in for dinner. I haven’t seen him since he walked off with Aldrin. Fear kicks in and I worry he may have hurt Aldrin, his dislike for Fae is definitely no secret.

Dragus tries to distract me, keeping me busy and following me around everywhere I go. I run into Matitus, who is walking down the corridor muttering to himself. Strange, he is covered in white dust and completely naked as he stalks toward the bedroom. Dragus chuckles beside me as I chase after him.

“Matitus,” I call, and he stops, he smiles and his eyes goes to Dragus and he growls.

“Where is Silas, tell me I have little wings, the bastard,” he says, making Dragus laugh.

“Why are you covered in dust?” I ask, wiping it off his chest when he turns stomping up the stairs toward the bedroom.

“Geez does everyone have to walk around naked, we have clothes you know,” Marian calls out as she walks past the stairs making me laugh.

“So, you’re not going to tell me where you have been?” I ask, Matitus mutters something about rocks and being set up, which makes me more confused, all while Dragus finds his attitude quite entertaining. Walking in the room, Matitus stops grabbing me, crushing me against him and he kisses me. I push on his shoulders pulling away.

“You’re covered in dust,” I squeak as his tongue snakes into my mouth, and I nearly bite it off when I sneeze. He doesn’t seem to care and instead tucks me under his arm like a football and stalks off into the bathroom. My arms and legs dangle when he puts me down, turning the shower on.

“You have no idea the things I had to do today, fucking broke a claw moving that shit,” he snaps, pointing at Dragus and poking him in the chest.

“Aw poor baby broke a nail,” Dragus taunts.

“Hey that shit hurts, and it’s a talon not a fucking nail,” Matitus spits at him.

“It’s okay. Have a shower. We can do pedicures and manicures, fix you right up,” 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.

“Not you, you’re staying,” he says tugging on my shirt and pulling it off, stripping me bare in two seconds.

“No, I need to find Silas,” 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.

“See your nips are already hard for me,” he chuckles, pinching one. I slap his hand away.

“I’m fucking cold idiot, turn the heat up,” 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.

“Better?” he asks, reaching for me and pulling me against him.

“You really going to make me watch?” Dragus whines from outside the showerscreen door 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.

“Turn around,” I tell Matitus while 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, washing the rest of himself while Dragus scoots past him and behind me, kissing my shoulder.

“You still didn’t answer,” I tell Matitus.

“And I am not going to,” he says, dropping the soap in the holder and rinsing himself off he grips my hips and lifting me. I quickly grab his shoulders to stop from falling backwards, not that I would have hit the ground as Dragus is that close. Matitus kisses me demandingly, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth as his grip on my hips tightened. I feel Dragus’s hands move over my thighs to the sides of my ass. I feel his fingers move to slit. 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’s lips move to my neck, nipping at my chin and neck. My nails dig into his shoulders, Matitus hoists me up higher, and I feel his hardened length press against my folds, making me wiggle my hips.

He positions himself at my entrance, letting me slide down on it. I 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’s fingertips move between my cheeks rubbing the tight muscles off my ass and I feel him step closer, biting into my shoulder. His erection presses against my ass, teasing me as I move, trying to get him to move closer.

“Dragus,” I whine when he doesn’t do anything.

Reaching behind me, I grab his shaft, stroking it as he steps closer. I move him where I want him.

Matitus presses me against him. Dragus grabs my cheeks, spreading them apart, thrusting into me, making me gasp.

My stomach tightens at the overfull feeling as they start to move.

Heat spreads across my skin, my breathing grows heavier. Their thrusts deepen my arousal, the different sensations overwhelming.

I move my hips, meeting their thrusts. My orgasm peaks, my walls fluttering around Matitus as he finds his own release.