Elara’s POV

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," Silas confirmed, then he kissed me.

I could see in his eyes a silent vow that he would always find a way to make me like him a little more...

The door to Chamber Seven was already open. With one arm holding me and the other carrying the dress he’d made for me, Silas stepped out. As he crossed the threshold, his grip tightened. "So... will you take me home?"

A smile tugged at my lips. I pinched his cheek playfully, then rested my head on his shoulder, laughing softly, "Of course."

As I spoke, my hands wandered—I knew Silas’s nature all too well. To handle him, I had to be soft.

I knew he’d only given in to me—not to the others.

I could already picture what lay ahead: bright, thrilling, chaotic, and definitely noisy.

Good thing I have aqua power. If things get out of hand in the backyard, I can just put out any fire!

I ran my knuckles over the bob of his throat. As expected, the coldness in his eyes softened a bit more. With six legitimate rivals still in play, there was no way he could be truly happy.

Damn! There are way too many of them!

I’m gonna blow that stupid system to pieces sooner or later!

Back at the dorm, I changed my clothes. Silas changed too. After all that, it was still mid-morning.

I thought to myself, marveling. Having a domain is next-level!

I turned and met Silas’s gaze, instinctively taking a step back. Silas closed the distance, backing me against the wall before he finally spoke, his voice thick with grievance, "Elara, you tricked me."

I shot back, "We’re even now!"

Silas fell silent, still feeling frustrated and bitter inside. But he knew he couldn’t win an argument, so he changed his approach. "Let’s have sex again tonight, okay?"

I was shocked. What kind of crazy talk is that?

Didn’t we just get out of bed?

"Are you out of your mind?" I blurted out before thinking.

"Promise me?" Silas pressed.

As he spoke, his other hand came up, pinning me in place. I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge an inch. His eyes were reddish, filled with possessive, almost obsessive hunger as he loomed over me, caging me completely. His posture made it clear he wouldn’t back down unless I agreed.

Afternoon

This is insane!

"Did you overdose on tonic?" I shot back.

Silas closed his eyes and let out a soft, helpless laugh. "Elara, do you really think I need tonic?"

All the things Silas had just done flashed through my head.

"Call me Si!

"Can I? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Elara, my Elara...

"Does it still hurt?"

Every single memory was far too dirty to repeat. After what we’d just done together, it seemed Silas really didn’t need any supplements.

"I think you need a good smack!" I retorted.

"What?"

Just as Silas opened his mouth to reply, my vines shot out and wrapped around him, binding him tightly!

Silas was tied up tight, completely immobilized. He stared at me, looking utterly shocked, but a spark in his eyes told me he was absolutely thrilled by the bondage.

Once he was immobilized, I pushed him aside and sat down on the edge of the bed. With a single thought, a vine looped around Silas’s neck—one end in my hand, the other wrapped around him. I gave it a gentle tug, and Silas stumbled toward me...

"Elara..." Silas’s voice was hoarse again. His rabbit ears drooped limply, but perked right up when I reached out to stroke them.

Silas crouched on his knees before me, nuzzling my hand, even licking me gently.

See? He knows exactly how to wrap me around his finger, just like I do with him!

"Elara, my lady, baby..."

I really couldn’t resist him.

After what we’d done, things were different. With a wall between us, we could still maintain a little shame. But now that we were this close, all pretense was gone.

I didn’t want to reach out, but I couldn’t help myself.

This was the Silas I’d been thinking about. But just as I was about to extend my hand, Alistair pushed the door open.

Alistair, using 007’s robot body, walked in and was immediately hit with a very inappropriate sight.

He looked as if he remembered the ’naughty stuff’ I had mumbled in my sleep when I was sick. Seeing us like this, a sharp, bitter expression seemed to cross his face.

"Wrong timing?" Alistair asked.

Silas just glanced sideways at him, not even bothering to glance at him properly. He rested his head on my lap, his claim over me obvious for anyone to see!

At first, I had a split-second flash of panic at being caught. But now? Everything between us was legitimate. I had nothing to hide.

So, I patted Silas, signaling for him to move aside a bit. Before Silas could even shift, I waved at Alistair and said, "No, you came at just the right time!"

What a coincidence. I’ve got arms and legs. I can give you both attention—no one gets left out. Maybe this will even calm down Silas’s possessiveness.

Sure enough, the moment I reached out toward Alistair, Silas’s ears immediately drooped. Though I couldn’t see his face, I could sense the tension as he undoubtedly shot Alistair a murderous glare from the doorway.