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Dragus’s movements become jerky, harder, before stilling as I breathe through my own orgasm.

His now flaccid cock leaves me. Matitus places me back on my feet.

My legs feel like jelly beneath me, and I lean against Dragus, catching my breath.

Grabbing the soap, I wash myself, a strange feeling hits me through the bond, and I suddenly feel exhausted.

“What is Silas doing?” I ask knowing the feelings are his.

“No idea but he is over-exerting himself,” Matitus says also feeling suddenly drained.

“We probably didn’t help,” I mutter, and Dragus bends down kissing my shoulder before hopping out.

“Where are you going?” I ask, as he wraps a towel around his waist.

“To help, you’re forgetting he was going Dragon catching tonight,” Dragus says, making me remember, I was so worried about him being with Aldrin, it completely slipped my mind. I wash quickly before jumping out and grabbing my own towel and putting it on.

“You’re not going out there Elora,” Matitus says, grabbing my wrist.

“Yes, I am,” I tell him, jerking my wrist away, but he doesn’t let go, his grip only tightens.

“No, you’re not. Silas will come see you when he’s done. You are not putting yourself in front of a dangerous Dragon carrying my child,” he says, his eyes darkening.

“Exactly how are we going to test this theory, if I can’t even get close to one?” I snap at him.

“You’re not going and that’s final, don’t make me tie you to the bed,” he threatens. I huff, waiting for him to let go. Matitus let’s go, grabbing his towel and I stalk off into the room, grabbing some clothes and slipping them on. Matitus walks into the wardrobe for some pants while I make a run for the door only for it to be shut in my face.

“Always the hard way with you,” he states, grabbing my waist and tossing me on the bed. He climbs up the bed and reaches into the drawer beside the bed and grabbing a neck tie. He holds my hands above my head, tying them to the bed frame while I try to kick him off. He rolls me on my stomach and slaps my ass making me squirm, as the heat from his hand sears my ass through my pants.

“I warned you, now behave,” he says, flopping on the bed next to me and placing his arms under his head. Suddenly the door opens and Abigail walks in. I try to sit up. She brings a tray in only to look up and laughing at me tied to the bed.

“What did you do?” she asks, and I hear Matitus chuckle.

“Tried to go check on Silas.”

“Yeah, best stay away, he has the biggest burn up his side and a bite mark on his leg,” Abigail says, making alarm hit me.

“What? How come I didn’t feel it?” I ask, looking to Matitus.

“That explains why he is overexerting himself; he is blocking the bond,” Matitus says sitting up.

“Untie me Matitus so I can go see him,” I snap at him, and Abigail puts up her hands in surrender.

“Abbie?” I screech as she runs from the room. Fear sets in and I become angry with Matitus for not letting me go, burning hot rage washes over me and I can smell something burning before my restraints suddenly snap. I look at my hands just as Matitus sniff the air, picking up on the burning fabric. I go to leap off the bed when I find myself face down.

“Matitus get off me, let me check on him!”

“No, and Silas wouldn’t want you down there”

“He is hurt” I scream at him.

“He will heal, he is a Dragon, fire won’t hurt him long,” Matitus says pulling me back and draping his arm across my shoulders.

“Stay Lora, Silas won’t let it hurt him and Dragus is down there and probably Dakari too,” Matitus says his arm tugging me closer.

“Eat now,” he says, dragging the tray over and I roll my eyes at him.

“Please eat, you need to eat. I promise Silas is fine,” he says, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him. He lets me go and I sigh, giving up, knowing it’s pointless.

“I already ate,” I tell him.

“And you are eating for two now, so eat,” he says tapping the plate. I pick up a piece of peanut butter toast and tear off the corner, glaring at the door waiting for it to open. Matitus relaxes, his grip loosening as he leans back against the headboard.