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I squeal and jump up. I didn’t even see him come in let alone move behind his desk. Dragus stops before standing, a smirk on his face as he stares at Silas.

“You just had to come in and ruin it,” he says.

Embarrassment floods me as I realize I probably would have let Dragus continue if I hadn’t realized Silas was there. Hopping off the desk, I turn, and Silas is holding his journal in his hand. His eyes are watching my blushing face, and I can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips like he is enjoying watching, which only made me blush even more at being caught by him.

“I was wondering what was taking so long, now I know,” he says, and I can tell it amuses him, as he peers at Dragus who has a sheepish grin on his face. Silas stares down at his journal, opening the cover.

“I didn’t read it,” I blurt out, anything to get the attention away from what we were just doing. Silas hands me the book and I hesitate before taking it from him.

“Interesting year you gave her, Dragus,” he says, raising an eyebrow at his mate.

“Well, if she is going to read it, she might as well read about how it all started,” Dragus replies.

“Come, I want to go to bed,” Silas says before glancing at me. I shake my head, and his eyes blaze angrily at my refusal.

“It wasn’t a choice, Elora.”

“We won’t force you to do anything, Elora, calm down, I can hear your heart pounding,” Dragus whispers, stepping behind me, before running his nose from below my ear to the crook of my neck. His warm hands make me shiver and I feel warmth spread throughout my body.

Silas comes over and tugs my arm and I move my feet, following him up the stairs and into their room. Matitus isn’t in the room, yet I can hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom. Steam wafts out and into the room. I stand in the doorway peering around the room. Silas goes in the bathroom, and I sit on the armchair in the corner of the room. Dragus rummages around in the walk-in, coming out in a pair of boxer shorts, his masculine chest bare and I swallow nervously as he walks toward me, stopping in front of me. My eyes on the waistband of his pants where his V-line disappears into. He passes me a shirt.

“Put this on, you will be more comfortable, better than sleeping in jeans,” he says, climbing in the bed. He waits, but I don’t move, frozen under his intense gaze.

“Fine, I will turn around,” he says, turning his back on me. I quickly pull my shirt and bra off, my eyes on the bathroom door. Pulling the shirt over my head, I then pull my jeans off underneath the shirt which sits mid-thigh. It is that big. Just as I pull the pants completely off, Matitus and Silas come out with towels wrapped around their waists.

My gaze darts to them as I take them in. Silas’s skin is darker than Matitus’s, water running down the muscles of his stomach as he moves toward the walk in. Silas is the biggest of the three of them. Packed with more muscle than both of them, too much muscle for abs like Matitus who is leaner. His eight-pack rippled with each movement. Matitus moves to the walk-in and grabs some shorts and pulls them on. Silas, however, drops his towel; I blush at the sight of him. I have never seen a man naked in the flesh. I feel my cheeks heat as I avert my eyes. I hear Dragus chuckle softly at my embarrassment.

Silas struts over, not bothering to cover himself, and stands in front of me, my gaze glued to the walk-in door, and I feel my face getting redder with him being so close.

“Does my nudity bother you, Elora?” he asks, and I press my lips tighter together, refusing to look at him and knowing if I turn his cock is going to go right in my face.

Silas chuckles softly and I feel all their eyes on me.

Matitus stands next to the door watching and I find my eyes trailing over his body. I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of him as arousal floods into me. My body once again betrays me, and I see him smile.

Silas bends down, his lips next to my ear. “Do you like what you see?” he asks, making me look away from ogling Matitus. I press my lips together, refusing to answer and embarrassing myself further.

“Well, do you?” he asks again, and I feel sweat bead on my neck.

“Please stop,” I grit out, not wanting to answer his humiliating questions. Of course, I find them attractive. Who wouldn’t with their godlike bodies and sex appeal; a blind man could tell how gorgeous they are. Why humiliate me, when they know the answer?

“Leave her be, Silas,” Dragus says.

“You don’t need to answer, Elora, your silence is an answer in itself,” Silas quietly chuckles, turning around and climbing in bed with Dragus. Matitus moves off from the door and nods toward the bed. I shake my head. No way I am getting in bed with them. I didn’t trust them, and I didn’t trust myself not to react to them.

“Can I go back to my room?” I ask.

“No, you stay with us from now on. Besides, if your powers do manifest overnight, I want to make sure you don’t try to escape again. Now come to bed,” Silas says.

“No, I am fine here,” I tell them.

“Suit yourself, but don’t whine when you get a sore back.”

They are right, this armchair is terribly hard. Getting up, I move toward the fireplace, dropping myself on the rug. I hear the bed squeak and Matitus comes over to me.

“You can sleep in the bed, none of us will touch you without you saying so, Elora.”

I don’t believe him, not after witnessing how cruel Silas could be. When I don’t move, he sighs loudly, walking to the bed and grabbing a pillow off it and handing it to me. He then drops a duvet on top of me and I feel heat rush above me then see heat waves, the fireplace suddenly catching alight from his breath.