Ria:
Drago had been here for most of the night. He was insatiable. I had gotten sick so he backed off. I had made it into the bathroom in time to throw up, which I was extreamly grateful for. I was still naked, so I just jumped in the shower immediately.
I grabbed my natural loofah, squirted a good dollop of my body wash on and started scrubbing.
I heard my dragon purring inside and it drove me crazy. She had learned how to come close enough to fuck with my body and emotions, but not all the way forward. I didn't even know if the guys realized how much was me and how much her when they fucked me.
I was very aware of every single second, but I only felt like the person sitting in the passenger seat. I didn't know how to control her, but she seemed to have gotten the memo.
I kept scrubbing until I knew I was starting to hurt myself. Once that knowledge kicked in my hands froze. As soon as I released the sponge I could move again, fucking bracelet.
So I rinsed off and just stood under the water for a few minutes. I was hoping that by the time I went back into the room Drago would be gone.
I had taken to keeping a bin of clothes in the bathroom for times such as these. So I put on sweats and an oversized hoodie. Then having no energy to blow dry my hair I just stuffed it under the hood of my top.
When I walked back into the bedroom I froze. Drago was in the bed, covers yanked over his lap, and leaning back against the headboard.
He took in my clothes and tilted his head, then he looked at my face.
"I was hoping we could pick up where we left off, but somethings telling me that's not going to happen."
I just stood there staring at him like a deer in headlights. My dragon had gone to sleep after getting her freak on with Drago, so now it was just me stuck standing here awkwardly.
"I kinda feel like I should lay cash on the table and leave with the way you're looking at me." I could hear disappointment, confusion, and a touch of anger in that.
I just looked at him for a second. Then, I walked to my new cushioned storage bench that was against the end of the bed. I lifted the seat and pulled out a wooden chest I had purchased quite a while ago. I took it over and sat it next to him.
"Here put it in this." I told him.
He looked completely shocked and looked at the chest. Then looking slightly nervous he pulled it to him, opened it, and looked inside.
He started picking up items, pieces of paper with written lists, boxes containing jewelry, and even cash. He looked up at me and the only way to describe his face was sadness.
"Ria, you know all of this is wrong. None of these things were meant this way, or to ever in a million years make you feel like this."
I just shrugged and didn't keep eye contact with him. Instead, I went to the couch and started getting blankets fixed.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting my bed ready."
He looked at where I was, and then at the bed he was still sitting on. He looked really confused.
"Do you want me to leave so you can come over here and get in the bed?"
"No, I don't sleep there." I just kept it monotone and straight facts, no emotions attatched.
"Ria, why aren't you sleeping in your bed? The couch has to be uncomfortable, especially being as pregnant as you are."
I choose to remain silent. There's no point to this conversation. I have already revealed quite a lot.
Suddenly Drago lets his head fall back onto his shoulders. He rubs his hands on his face, and grips his hair for a moment. Then he gets up and rushes out of my room into the shared closet.
I hear a loud noise followed by a yell that sounds like him yelling fuck several times. It actually makes me jump. I hear several doors open and close but no one comes in here.
He left the chest open and several items are still setting on the bed, so I go to put it all away. Then the chest goes into the storage bench.
I go back to the couch, turn the fireplace on, and lay down throwing the blankets over me.
Ash:
Hearing my brother yell like that scared the crap out of me. My first thought was something was wrong with Ria, but I was sure the sound came from his room.
I headed there through our connected closet, with Cole and Cinder right on my heels.
When I got in the room Drego was sitting on the side of his bed in his underwear. He was bent over with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He was even gripping the hair on the sides of his head.
There was a broken chair on the floor, which explained the noise.
He looked up at us and I sucked in a huge breath. My brother looked destroyed. I swear his eyes were glistening like he was about to cry.
"What's wrong?" I moved closer to him.
He took in a huge breath held it for a moment and let it out. He shook his head, stood up, and started pacing.
"You all knew I was with Ria." We all nodded, he'd won a challenge between us.
"Well I thought it was going great. I had spent a good few hours with her, and I thought she was enjoying it as much as I was. Then she started feeling sick and ran to the bathroom."
I nodded letting him know I was following.
"I heard her get sick and I thought about going in there with her, but I know she's told us several times she hates it when we do that. So I just stayed in the bedroom waiting for her."
He walked into his bathroom and I heard the sink, so I guessed he needed a drink.
He came back in,"I heard the shower running and just thought she needed to clean up after getting sick. It took awhile but I waited. When she came out of the bathroom she was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. She was completely surprised to see me, and didn't look overly happy to find me still there."
"I told her that I had been hoping we could pick everything back up, and I was disappointed when I said it didn't look like it. She didn't say anything but she looked like an animal about to be attacked."
His pacing increased and he just shook his head seeming frustrated. "I mean it was like two different people between how she'd been with me all night, and then when she walked back out of the bathroom."
"I was upset and made a stupid comment about feeling like she was kicking me out and I was supposed to leave money."
My eyes got huge hearing him say that. That was way out of character for Drago, not to mention a totally dick thing to say.
"I felt terrible about it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. Then she shocked the shit out of me by getting a wooden chest from her new storage bench. She just said to put it in there."
Okay, now I was confused. She wanted him to put money in the chest?
Drago sat down in an armchair and braced his elbows on his knees. He got that tortured look on his face again.
"Guys I looked in that chest. Fuck, there's pieces of paper with lists she made up. It says things like rent, utilities, food, clothes purchased, bathroom items, all sorts of shit. Then she has put a price next to each thing and totals it up."
He gritted his teeth like he was fighting for control. "Then she has others that listed when we make love to her and she has monetary amounts listed next to her critique of her "performance" and putting those values against the other lists. So she is saying she owes us for absolutely every single little thing. Then how much she would earn if she was a prostitute. Then she applies what she "earned" by fucking us, against what she "owes" us."
I was speechless at that. What the fuck!
"That's not all." My eyes about popped out of my head, what the fuck else could there be.
"In the chest was everything we have given her, flowers, jewelery, cash, her credit card, everything."
I didn't have words for how fucked up this all was. Cinder and Cole looked as lost as I'm sure I did.
"Then she was putting blankets and stuff on the couch so I asked what she was doing. She said she was going to bed. I thought maybe she didn't want to sleep with me still sitting in the bed, so I asked her if she wanted me to leave so she could get in bed. She said no, she didn't sleep there. She doesn't ever sleep in that bed, and I have a feeling, though she didn't say it, but I think it's because we've had sex in it."
I sat heavily on the couch and just stared at him.
"Ah guys, I might have a theory." Cole glanced at each of us. Drago gestured at him to continue.
"We are all used to our dragons, we were raised learning how to control them, but even for us sometimes control slips and they get past us, case in point what kept happening with her dragon. Do you think her dragon is taking the rains when we make love to her? Could that be part of what's driving her feelings?"
I just looked at him,"fuck, if her dragon is in control and basically forcing her to respond to us, that would be fucked up. How do we figure it out?"
"How about we ask her" Cinder just looked at us after dropping that.