Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 19

Elora POV

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 before 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 before 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 before walking back to the door and stopping.

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

I nod because what else could I say, it isn’t like I had 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 book. It looks old, but its size is daunting as I flick through the pages and the whole idea of being their mate was hard enough without having to read about it. Picking both books up, 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 ran my fingers over the leather spines. Each book had 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. Before placing it on the shelf behind me, I move out from under his arm. Dragus runs his fingers over the spines of the journals before pulling one from the shelf. He hands it to me. It is again one of Silas’s journals, but the year was 1916 instead. Dragus moves closer and I step back, coming in contact with the desk in the centre of the room. He chuckles before 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,” he answers.

“And what is that?” I dare to ask.

“You,” he says before 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 before 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 escape inside my top and I shiver at 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.

I squeal and jump up. I didn’t even see him come in let alone move behind his desk. Dragus stops before standing up, a smirk on his face as he looks 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 was 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 amused him, as he looked at Dragus who had a sheepish grin on his face. Silas looks 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 looking at me. I shake my head and his eyes blaze angrily at my refusal.