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Silas chuckles. “Let’s just get through the first heat, then you can worry about the mating heat. It isn’t painful like the Dragon heat.” He grips me tighter and steps out of the water.

I cling to him as he walks inside, my body turning cold as we go upstairs toward their bedroom. He places me on the edge of the bath before peeling my wet clothes off that are sticking to me like a second skin.

When I feel him try to unclasp my bra, I smack his hands away. He raises an eyebrow at my actions before unclipping it.

“Don’t be shy, Lora. I have seen you naked before and you have nothing to be ashamed about,” he says, pulling my hands away from my breasts. My nipples rock hard from the cold and I hear Silas’s breath hitch before I feel the pad of his thumb rub over it. Pushing his hand away, I try to stand, my muscles all locked and aching from the cold. Silas turns the shower on and helps me stand before placing me under the water. My body slowly relaxes under its warmth as my body thaws out.

Silas leans against the counter watching me. I keep my back to him, not liking the way his eyes roam over my body. I can literally feel the intensity of his gaze boring into my flesh.

“Can you turn around or hop out?” I ask, starting to become creeped out.

“Why? You’re mine; I will look if I want to.”

“I’m not yours,” I mutter so low, not expecting him to hear. Silas growls low. It vibrates off the tiled walls.

“Why do you deny it? You know there is no way out of being our mate. So why not just behave and make things easier for yourself? It doesn’t have to always be backward and forward with us.”

“Probably because I am not a piece of property to be owned, Silas.”

I switch the shower off, and Silas passes me a towel. I quickly wrap it around myself before stepping out. He moves off the sink basin, standing in front of me. His breathing is hard as he stares down at me. He reaches his hand up and I step away from him, his eyes flashing with anger before he drops his hand and stalks out of the bathroom. I follow him out, stopping when I see Matitus and Dragus lying in bed. I enter the walk-in, ignoring their watchful eyes before grabbing a shirt and underwear and quickly pulling them on before walking out.

I go to walk out and back to my room when Silas’s voice makes me freeze. “You’re staying with us,” he says, stripping off his shirt and pants.

Looking to the door, I mentally debated what my chances are of making a run for my room before he catches me.

“I wouldn’t, he will drag you back,” Matitus says, making me glance at him. Giving up, I go to hop on the couch when Silas growls. “In the bed, Elora.”

I shake my head, looking over at the bed. Matitus moves over, patting the bed beside him.

“No, you don’t even wear pants,” I tell him when I realize Silas would be next to me. Silas walks into the closet, coming out with a pair of briefs on. “There, better? Now what is your next excuse?”

I roll my eyes, climbing on the bed. Matitus instantly rips me to his side and wraps an arm over my waist. Silas climbs on the bed, the bed dipping slightly under his weight as he pulls the blanket over us.

I turn away from him and face Matitus who has a huge grin on his face.

“Can you not smile like that? You look like you’re about to take a bite of me,” I tell him, bringing my hand up and closing his eyes with my fingers, making him snort. Matitus snuggles in closer, pressing his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. His hand snakes underneath my shirt, brushing my skin softly. I shiver when I feel sparks wherever he touches, making me gasp. Silas moving closer to me quietly chuckles and his hand go to my hip.

“Go to sleep, Lora,” Silas says, and I feel his nose in my hair.

“I would if you two would stop being so handsy,” I tell them, hoping they will move. They don’t. Eventually succumbing to sleep, I drift off, only to have my dreams invaded.