Binding Becky (6 page)

Becky closed her eyes briefly as she sighed. "I
know. I really miss Mum and Dad, hell, I even miss my brothers. But I promise
you, I will think this through before I go pushing the men out of my
life." Becky took a deep breath and plastered on a big smile. "C'mon,
let's get you out to your men before they come looking for you. You don't want
to get hauled to your own wedding over one of their shoulders now, do
you?" She finished with a forced chuckle trying to not think about how she
felt about her men.

Laughing, Eilagh nodded. "Dimitri would
so
do just that."

With Eilagh's arm wrapped around hers, they headed out
of the castle and toward the orchard, where the Bonding Ceremony that would
bind Eilagh to Dimitri and Max was going to be held.

Walking past the apple trees, Becky watched as
everyone came into view. In the center of the circle of red outback dust,
Dimitri and Max stood, proudly waiting for their Desired to come to them. Their
gazes ran over Eilagh, and their whole faces softened with love and adoration.
Eilagh was right. These men weren't like human men. They weren't tough for
tough's sake. They were strong so they could protect the ones they loved. She
looked over to her men. Savren was watching her with a possessive heated stare
that said loud and clear what he intended to do later. Drake stood slightly
behind Savren, which was unusual. He watched her, but she couldn't read his
expression. She frowned. He was hiding from her—but why?

Eilagh squeezed her arm before she let go, bringing
her attention back to the ceremony. She watched as Eilagh stepped into the
circle.
Savren's
hand slid into hers, and he led her
back to where he and Drake stood. She cocked an eyebrow at Drake, who was still
looking guarded. When he didn't say a word, Becky felt his rejection like a
knife through her heart. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and she closed
her lids against the sensation. She feared she'd already pushed them away too
hard. Drake had given up on her already. Suddenly,
Savren's
arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of her destructive thoughts and
back to him. "You look incredibly beautiful."

"You're only saying that because
you
picked the dress," she said in
a teasing tone, trying to lighten her mood. She smiled as her mind flicked back
to earlier. After Savren and Drake had tickled her into oblivion, they had
taken her into the bathroom and showered her. Both men had lavished her with
attention, washing her from head to toe, including her hair. When they’d gotten
out, they'd dried her with a little too much enthusiasm and had her panting by
the time they'd finished. She was then whisked into a large walk-in closet,
filled with women's clothes. Savren had explained how they had been certain the
problem of no females would be resolved soon and they'd wanted to be ready, so
had prepared accordingly.

Focusing back on the present, Becky watched one of her
best friends bind herself to her two men in the most beautiful, magical
ceremony she had ever witnessed. Becky had melted into
Savren's
embrace some time ago and was now running her hands up and down his forearms
that were still wrapped around her waist. He lowered his head to nibble at her
neck and nip at her ear. She shuddered as desire coursed through her body.

"Soon,
sweetheart, very soon."

A flash of light brought her attention back to the
trio getting married. Mesmerized, she stared as ribbons of light wrapped around
and between their left hands, which were pressed together above a large bowl of
honey.

She turned slightly so Savren could hear her low
whisper. "What's happening?"

He bent down putting his mouth close enough to her ear
that his breath warmed her skin.

"It's the Goddess binding them together. It
doesn't always happen
,
as only if the Goddess approves
of the match does she give her seal. Wait until the ribbons finish, and then
focus on each of their palms. You'll see what I mean."

Becky watched in awe as the ribbons continued their
dance. When they finished and dissipated into the air, she heard Dimitri
proudly say, "The Goddess approves of our bond, sweetness. Look at your
palm."

Eilagh turned her hand toward her face, and her jaw
dropped open on a gasp. "It's beautiful."

Becky was about to ask what it was when Max began
talking, answering her question.

"It's the mating mark. Only if the Goddess approves
of a bond does she honor the trio with it."

Becky was still processing the whole
mating mark
thing when she heard Eilagh
say, in a very cheeky voice, "So, what happens next?"

Everyone at the ceremony roared with laughter as
Dimitri quickly slung her over his shoulder and ran back to the castle—with Max
right on his heels.

Binda's voice rang out from beside her. "Don't
think there's any question about what those three are going to spend the night
doing!"

Becky turned to her friend with a smile. As soon as
their gazes locked, she burst forward out of
Savren's
arms and straight into Binda's. They hugged tightly for a minute, before they
broke apart and turned to the other two women. Skye was standing next to Carina,
and their men stood behind them, guarding them. All four walked toward each
other and embraced. They hadn't had a chance to see each other for what felt
like forever. When they pulled away from each other, Becky noticed, they all
had tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces. Not being able to handle the
silence, Becky spoke up. "Been a crazy week, huh?"

They all started laughing, and after a few minutes,
the men herded them all toward the castle, telling them they all needed to eat
some dinner.

****

Drake sat silently next to Becky and out of the corner
of his eye watched her eat. She was so beautiful, her long thick dark hair that
felt so good running through his hands, her soft sweet creamy coffee colored
skin that just begged for his touch and kiss. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with
laughter as she and Skye shared a story. He filled his mouth with more food,
trying to occupy his hands so he wouldn't reach for her. He'd scared her with
his dominance earlier, really scared her, not at all the
arousal-edged-with-a-little-fear that he was aiming for. He loved Becky. She
was his Desired, the missing piece to his heart and soul. If he had to give up
his playroom and dial down his dominance to keep her happy and with him and
Savren, then that's what he'd do.

Somehow.

What he really wanted to do was tie her up and bury
his cock deep inside her. He sighed as he shoveled another mouthful of food in.
A soft hand on his arm stopped his fork from delivering its next load. He
looked over to Becky and got struck dumb by the worry and sorrow he saw in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Drake?"

"Nothing's wrong, Becky. I'm solid." He
tried to give her a reassuring smile, but obviously he fell short, as Becky
cocked an eyebrow at him with a look that said loud and clear
yeah, right
.

Stop
lying, Drake. You're only going to make it worse.

What do
you want me to say, Savren? 'I'm trying to not be all alpha male so you won't
leave us, but it's hard because all I really want to do is tie you up and sink
my cock deep into your depths?’ How'd you think that'll go over?

Of course
you don't say that! But you need to fix this—

Becky's voice broke into their silent conversation.

"You two are doing that silent communication
thing again, aren't you? Really wish you wouldn't, especially when I know it's
about me." She paused for a sigh before continuing. "You might not
have one of these stupid Truth Bands on, Drake, but I'm female and I know a lie
when I hear one. And where was my
little
one
? You never just say my name like that. For some reason you're holding
back from me. Is it because I pushed you away? Don't you want me anymore? I
just needed time to think, to process everything that has happened. I didn't
mean to completely turn you off me in the process." Her final words were
quiet and laced with pain and regret.

Drake's eyes popped open in shock—she thought she'd
pushed him away too hard? That he didn't want her anymore?

Drake put his fork down with a loud clank and took her
face between his hands, then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her with all
the love and desire he felt for her. When he lifted away from her deliciously
sweet mouth, she was panting slightly, and her eyes had softened and dilated.

"Becky, you are my Desired.
The
missing piece of my heart and soul.
I will always want you, in every
way, each and every day. I hurt you earlier with my words, my demands. I made
you cry like your soul was being torn from you. I don't want to hurt you like
that ever again, so I'm curbing my attitude. I don't mind, I'll do whatever I
need to do, to make you happy and keep you by my and
Savren's
sides."

He watched as she slowly licked her lips and blinked a
couple of times while her lust-fogged brain processed his last words.

"But you didn't hurt me, Drake. I was shocked to
wake up naked in a bath, and when it occurred to me that everything in my life
has changed—my family gone—I was upset. I was simply overwhelmed by
everything."

"But you hate me calling you
little one
. You said so."

She gave him a small smile. "Normally I'd mop the
floor with anyone dumb enough to call me something like
little one
, but from you, it makes me tingle inside. Back on Earth,
I drove dump trucks around a mine. I worked with mostly men, and most of those
men were really macho-alpha-male types. They annoyed the hell out of me. I
hated their attitudes and the way they treated women. But with you and Savren,
it's different. You've definitely got the whole alpha male thing going on, but
you respect me. Look after me. When you start giving orders or call me
little one
, I just melt."

"Well then, little one, what you're saying is
,
you don't want me holding back? Be very sure you mean
it."

Drake smirked as he watched her eyes dilate again, and
he took a deep breath to confirm she was getting wet. Her sweet spicy scent
teased his nose and made his cock ache.

"Oh, I'm sure, babe."

Her words set a fire beneath him. No sooner had the
last syllable left her lips, than Drake had her over his shoulder and was
striding from the room to a chorus of wolf-whistles and laughter.

Drake stopped briefly at their chambers’ door and waited
as Savren opened the way. As soon as he could, he plowed through the entry,
down the hall and straight to the end door. He stopped and pulled out a key,
which was hidden above the doorframe. He quickly unlocked the door and strode
into the dark space. With Becky on his shoulder, he could feel her pussy's heat
radiating through her dress and into his shoulder. He grinned—she really was
his missing piece. He slid her down his body. As he listened to Savren enter
the room and begin to light the candles, with his first puff of flame Becky
flinched in shock.

"He shifted out in the hall so the flash wouldn't
startle you, little one."

She nodded,
then
went to turn
around as Savren lit candles around the room and the dark space was bathed in a
soft light. Placing his hands on her hips, Drake swiveled her back to face him.

"This room has been our secret project for a long
time. Both Savren and I worked hard to get everything in here just right. It's
never been used. It's been waiting, like us, for you."

He slowly pivoted her around so she could see the
whole room, which was now completely bathed in soft candlelight. He heard her
breath catch and felt her body tense.

****

Becky stood frozen in place as her eyes adjusted to
the soft candlelight and saw the room she was in. She'd read one or two romance
novels that mentioned some of this stuff. The books had caught her interest,
but she'd never been brave enough to do anything about her curiosity.

She slowly moved away from Drake. She ran her hand
over the soft leather on top of what looked like a vaulting horse from her high
school. Drake's deep voice echoed through the room.

"That's a spanking bench."

She looked closer at the sides and noticed wrist and
ankle cuffs, and a rush of heat left her core at the thought of being
restrained over this bench for her men. Not wanting to focus on why the thought
of being restrained and spanked got her hot, she moved farther into the room,
to a large four poster bed. Wrapping an arm around a post, she looked over the
bed covered with luxurious black sheets. Several ropes and pulleys hung from
the wrought iron scroll work that formed a canopy over the bed. Supple looking
leather cuffs rested at each corner of the mattress. The thought of lying spread-eagled,
at the mercy of her men, got her even hotter. She clenched her thighs in an
attempt to gain some relief.

She paced around the bed and found Savren, still in
dragon form, silently trailing her actions with his gaze. She walked over to
him, ran her hand over the cool smooth deep purple scales of his cheek and gave
him a light kiss between his eyes before she went on her way. She walked
straight past a large chest of shallow drawers. She didn't think she was ready
for whatever lay in those just yet.