Binding Becky (5 page)

Drake's words cracked her heart wide open, and her
tears kept coming.

"I don't understand…" Becky just couldn't
get her head straight. What was happening to her?

"
Shhh
, sweetheart.
Just close your eyes and
rest. You don't need to worry about anything right now."
Savren's
soft voice came from behind her. He placed a sweet
kiss on the top of her head and began to stroke his fingers through her hair,
massaging her scalp between strokes. She relaxed into Drake's chest with a contented
sigh as she closed her eyes.

The next thing she knew she was wet. She came awake
with a jolt, and if Drake hadn't held her tight, she would have ended up under
the water of the huge bath she was now in.
With Drake and
Savren.
Looking down she saw that she was completely naked. She quickly
wrapped an arm around her breasts and covered her mound with the other hand.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are? You
don't just strip a woman naked while she’s sleeping." She stared hard at
each man before she huffed and tried to climb out of the tub—while still
covering the important bits. When she heard a chuckle, she spun on Drake with a
frown.

"If watching
all my
fat
jiggle is so fucking funny, you shouldn't have stripped me in the first
place!"

With her temper rising she could feel her cheeks heat,
but with her chin held high, she stopped trying to cover herself and grabbed
the lip of the tub to haul herself out. Before she could make it over the edge,
a wet
, naked warmth covered her back. Drake's arms
snaked around her front, and he planted little kisses over her neck up to her
ear.

"Calm
down, little one.
We are merely caring for you. You've had a big day
and are in need of cleansing and rest. You've had a small rest, and now we are
making sure you are clean before your friend's ceremony."

Friend's ceremony?
What was he babbling about now?

"What ceremony?" She cringed at the
breathlessness of her voice. Just by touching her Drake had her heating up.

"Dimitri and Max are bonding with Eilagh, taking
her as their Desired for eternity. The ceremony is due to start very soon, and it's
the only reason we woke you."

Drake easily lifted her and sat again with her on his
lap. Savren moved in close to her feet and began washing them with a cloth,
slowly moving up her legs. Drake put a finger under her chin and drew her
attention back to him.

"And another thing, you are not fat, Becky. If I
ever hear you speak about yourself in such a way again, I'm going to spank your
ass so red you won't be able to sit for a week. You have perfect luscious
curves designed to send men crazy with desire."

He would
spank
her? Like a child? Practically spitting fire as her temper continued to soar,
she pulled herself from
Savren's
gentle hands and
Drake's firm grip.

"You.
Wouldn't.
Dare. I am not a child in need of discipline. And
you promised that none of us females would be hurt, only a few hours ago, and
already you're threatening violence against me!"

Shaking with fury, she quickly rinsed the soap from
her body and climbed out of the tub. She grabbed a towel from the rack and
stormed out of the bathroom.

She found herself in the most beautiful bedroom fully
decked out in lush purples and golden browns. The opulent feel of the room
soothed some of her anger, and her tears started up again. She roughly swiped
at her eyes and ran from the room, unable to cope with the emotions coursing
through her body. She found herself back in the family room, where, after
securely wrapping the large towel around her middle, she curled herself into
the far corner of the sofa and hugged her knees up to her chest. She lowered
her head to her knees, closed her eyes and let loose the soul wrenching sobs
that were begging to break free.

Everything in her life had been turned upside down.
She missed her parents, and she even missed her four older, extremely bossy,
brothers. Everything was gone, and in its place were these two dominant, macho,
alpha males who turned her inside out and infuriated her at the same time.

Chapter
Three

"You just had to threaten her, didn't you?"
Savren was furious at his brother. Any idiot could tell Becky was only tough on
the outside, that her soft center needed comfort, love and affection.

"What? She's beautiful, yet she insults herself.
I won't stand for anyone insulting her—not even her." Drake got out of the
tub with sharp powerful movements.

"Brother, take a step back and think. She has
been sucked through a portal. Except for a handful of friends, she's lost
everything in her life. She's been kidnapped, fought like hell to get free,
nearly got raped before she got rescued, and just now she awoke in a tub naked
with two men she's only known for a day."

Drake's sigh was long and pained. "Okay, so you
have a point. I
may
have come on a
little strong. But that's just how I feel. I can't help it."

Savren rose from the tub and toweled off. "
Which is why you're going to make yourself scarce for a little
while so I can soothe her enough that we can make it to the Bonding Ceremony.
I want her to see the others happy. It will help her adjust."

"Fine.
I'll go
help set up for the ceremony." Savren watched as Drake stormed from the
bathroom before he began cursing when he entered the bedroom. "Savren,
she's not here. We need to find her."

Within seconds they were both dressed and began
searching the house, where would she go to hide from them? They entered the
family room together and saw her, curled into as small a ball as possible in
the far corner of their sofa. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs. They
were mostly silent, but the emotions behind them were so strong he could just
about see them in the air surrounding her. He turned on Drake and glared hard
at his brother.

See what
your shitty behavior has done? Our Desired is in agony! Are you going to help
me fix this?

I can
see, brother. Shit. I'll try to curb my dominant side. Ah, fuck. Let me
apologize. If she doesn't want me near her, I'll leave and let you calm her
down.

Watching the pain in Drake's eyes curbed some of
Savren's
own anger. His older brother was just built in a way
that he needed to be in control, but for their shared Desired he was going to
have to learn to curb it—at least for a while.

They both approached her together, falling to their
knees on either side of her shaking body. Savren watched as Drake reached out
and ran his hand through her hair, pushing the wet tangles back from her face.

"I'm so sorry, Becky. I didn't mean to scare you.
I would never hurt you. I would never spank you hard enough to cause harm. I
promise. Please, look at me."

Becky slowly raised her head, and red puffy, bloodshot
eyes locked their gaze onto Drake's. "I’m not a woman who cries often, and
I especially do not do it in front of people. But today, all I can do is cry,
and it doesn’t seem to matter
who’s
around me."

Savren couldn't stand not touching her any longer. He
reached out and
unwrapped
her arms from her legs. She
turned her watery gaze to him, and the sorrow and pain he saw there broke his
heart.

"Come here, sweetheart."

Sitting next to her on the sofa, he scooped her up
onto his lap, and she looked straight at him. "Everything's gone. My
parents, brothers, job … my whole life.
Is.
Just.
Gone."

Her quietly whispered words ripped his heart in two,
and an army of dragons trampled those pieces at the way she buried her face in
his neck. When she'd cried herself out, he started stroking her hair. Receiving
no response, he glanced up at Drake. Standing with his fists on his hips, his
brother was looking at Becky with eyes filled with sorrow and anguish.

Drake,
look at me. This isn't your fault. You might have set her off, but it's
everything that's happened in the last few days that is overwhelming her.

Drake nodded at him, without moving his gaze from
Becky. Savren stroked her face, wiping away the last of her tears. When she
remained unresponsive, he stood with her still in his arms and carried her back
to the bedroom. She didn't resist him, but she didn't curl into him either. By
the time he laid her out on the soft bed and settled down beside her, he was
getting really worried. She was completely nonresponsive, and her glassy eyes
weren't focused on anything. Their little Desired had zoned out on them. He
continued to stroke her hair, her face, her arm—anywhere he could touch her
skin, he stroked. Drake crawled onto the bed on the other side. He had a wet
wash cloth with him, and he gently wiped it over Becky's face. She gasped at
the first contact and snapped her gaze to Drake. Savren sighed in relief.

"Hey,
little one.
We lost you there for a bit. Are you okay?"
Savren had never heard Drake sound so worried.

Becky nodded a little as Drake lowered the cloth again
and cleaned her face free of tears. She closed her eyes on a shuddered breath.

Kiss her,
Drake, softly, gently.

Drake cocked an eyebrow at him, and Savren nodded
toward Becky. He watched as Drake lowered himself over Becky. Cradling her face
with both hands, he laid a gentle, whisper-light kiss over her lips. Drake
hovered just above her mouth, waiting for Becky to react. After a tense moment,
she sank her hands into his hair and pulled him back down to her mouth for a
scorching hot kiss that radiated enough heat that Savren felt it.

With a massive grin, Savren began stroking her leg,
creeping
his fingers up higher and higher. Slowly inching
the towel up over her hip, he revealed her perfect creamy coffee colored skin
to his hot gaze. He ran his fingers in little random patterns over the smooth
flesh of her outer thigh, then up around her hip bone. As he ran it down the
crease between her thigh and torso, she flinched and pulled back from kissing
Drake to glare at him.

"Ticklish,
sweetheart?"

He ran his finger in little swirls over the length of
the crease, enjoying the hell out of her giggles.

"Savren, stop it. Please—" She broke into a
fit of laughter as Drake softly ran his fingers up her ribs on the opposite
side after her towel fell away from her body. She tried to bring her knees up
to protect herself from their roaming fingers, but neither of them were having
a part of that. Drake grabbed both her hands in one of his and pinned them
above her head while Savren threw a leg over hers, holding them down. Her eyes
went wide when she realized she was completely pinned down. Drake ran his
fingers back down her ribs, and Savren did the same thing on the other side.
She bucked and laughed as they tickled her senseless. Savren grinned down at
her. He was so glad to have her laughing. She'd scared the fuck out of him
earlier.

****

Becky fussed with her dress. She didn't do dresses, and
she couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn one. Eilagh grabbed her
arm.

"Stop fussing, Becky. You look almost as stunning
as me." Her friend winked at her.

She looked down at her dress. Her men had impeccable
taste. It was made from beautiful flowing satin, a deep purple—of course—with
golden brown trim. It flowed around her feet, the cool fabric tickling her
ankles. The low empire neckline left plenty of cleavage showing. She did feel
gorgeous and sexy in the dress.

"It is a beautiful dress. I'm just not used to
wearing one. Or letting men dress me. What's with that? Are your men
control-freak-macho-men, too?"

"Yep, Dimitri is more dominant than Max, but
they’re both certifiable alpha males. You know, they didn't actually ask me to
marry them? They told me
it's time,
like they expected me to simply agree with them without question. These men
learn real
quick
, though. Once I ripped them a new one
for their careless words, they both got all sappy and asked very nicely, after
telling me how much they both loved me." Eilagh sighed, and a dreamy
expression came over her face for a moment before she continued. "They are
completely and totally alpha males, but they are wonderful. They're
considerate, respectful, caring,
possessive
as all
hell… How many men did you know on Earth who would have come to our rescue like
they did earlier? I know your history with tough men, but the difference
between Earth men and Feury men? Feury men aren't just out looking tough as a
fashion statement or to make themselves feel big. They are strong and dominant
and order their women around because they love them, respect them, and would do
anything required to keep them safe. It's a totally different kettle of fish,
Becky." Eilagh gripped her arm tighter and stared straight into her eyes.
"Just promise me one thing. Before you go pushing them away for good,
think it through. I know everything has changed, and I miss my folks something
fierce. But, when I'm with Dimitri and Max, I feel complete. Like the rest of
the world doesn't matter as long as they are near me."