Binding Becky (9 page)

Once they'd all caught their breath, Savren carried
Becky into the bathroom where they showered her then themselves. After drying
her off, they led her back to the walk-in closet of her new clothes and left
her there to dress as they each grabbed a pair of pants and headed to the
kitchen to grab a coffee. He smiled as he remembered Becky's excitement when
she'd seen they had coffee. Their worlds were different in many ways, but it
would seem food and
drink were
very similar.

****

Becky wandered around the closet fingering all the
fine silks of her new dresses. They were all so beautiful, and all so not her.
She'd never worn dresses back on Earth. All the gowns were shades of purple and
golden brown. She smiled. It would appear that each dragon family based the
color scheme of their lives on their dragons’ colors. Good thing she liked
purple.

Her grumbling tummy roused her from her thoughts. She
grabbed the closest dress and began to put it on. This one laced up the front.
As she stepped into the dress and pulled it up her body she noticed a mark on
her tummy, just below her navel.
A small honey golden paw
print.
Hmm,
strange
.
It kind of looked like a tattoo. She pressed her fingers to
the spot. Her skin felt the same, and it didn't hurt. Shrugging her shoulders,
she finished dressing and decided she'd ask her men about it. They'd know what
it was. She headed out of the bedroom toward the smell of coffee coming from
the kitchen. Of all the differences between their worlds, she was so glad
coffee wasn't one of them.

She came out to the kitchen, and her men both began
looking at her with very serious expressions. She cocked an eyebrow at them as
she took a mug of coffee from Drake.

"What are you two looking so serious about?"

They
both put
down their
mugs, took hers and put that down, too. Then they each took hold of one of her
hands and pulled her towards them. She watched as they looked at each other.

"You're doing that silent let’s-talk-so-no-one-knows-what-we're-saying
thing again, aren't you?"

They both turned toward her with cheeky grins.
"Maybe."

Savren turned her face toward him and kissed her mouth
with a sweet kiss filled with reverence.

"Becky, sweetheart, will you please bond with
us?"

Becky jerked back in surprise. They wanted to marry
her? Oh no, this was not good. She'd never wanted to get married, not before on
Earth and certainly not now!

Or did she?

"But—but we only just met! We can't just run off
and get married."

Becky pulled her hands free from the men and started
for the doorway. "I need to think. So much has happened so fast. Where's
Eilagh going to be this morning? Do you know? I need to see her, talk to
her."

Drake and Savren gave her a little nod before
following her out the door. "Follow us, little one. Everyone should be in
the Dining Hall having breakfast."

Becky stayed one step ahead of her men on the way to
the Dining Hall. She knew she loved them. She'd come to that realization during
their activities last night, but they hadn't spoken of being in love with her,
just making love to her. Could she marry without a declaration of love first?
Being their
Desired
wasn't enough.
She wanted them to choose her, not put up with her because she was chosen for
them. She strode through the doorway into the Dining Hall and bee-lined for
Eilagh—who was looking very happy as she sat on Max's lap and ate food from
Dimitri's hand. Becky stopped a moment and soaked in the love radiating from the
trio. Could she have that with her men?

Eilagh looked up and caught her gaze. Obviously realizing
quickly that something was up, she gave both her men a quick kiss and hopped
off Max's lap and headed her way.

"What's wrong, Becky? You don't look happy."

"I'm confused.
The men.
My men, they asked me—can we go somewhere private and talk?"

Eilagh turned toward her men, and they both looked up
at her. A minute later, they nodded and she turned back.

"Sure, let's go."

"Did you just do the silent talk thing?"

Eilagh beamed a huge grin. "It happened when we
bonded. I can't talk with all the dragons though, only mine."

"Oh. Okay. Bet that’ll come in handy."

They walked silently back to Eilagh's chambers. They
sat on the sofa and faced each other.

"We had sex last night.
Lots
and lots of incredible, mind-blowing, sex."
Becky could feel her
face heat as she spoke. "Then this morning, they ask me to bond with them.
I don't know. I know I love them, but they haven't spoken a word to me about
love. I just feel all emotional and all over the place. I don't know what to
do! Why did you say yes?"

Eilagh laughed before she started speaking. "Well
to start with they didn't ask. Remember I told you how Dimitri just told me
it's time
and expected me to just go
along with it all? Trust
me,
I lost the plot at them.
I needed to know they loved me before I'd agree, too. As soon as they realized
my issue, they both were very quick to announce their feelings. Men don't think
like us women do. They think we just know how they feel. Oh, I also demanded
they remove the Truth Band, because no way in hell was I getting married
without trust. As you can see, they removed it."

Becky played with her own band. "I'd forgotten I
even wore it. My mind is all over the place at the moment. I just feel so
overwhelmed. I'm not normally this emotional."

Her stomach growled its protest at skipping breakfast,
and she rubbed her hand over it. Damn, she'd forgotten to ask her men about the
mark. She wondered if Eilagh would know…

"Eilagh, this morning I found something.
A mark.
Don't suppose you know what it means?"

Eilagh cocked a brow at her, and her eyes went
serious. "What kind of mark? They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Oh,
no.
They'd never hurt me. Well, maybe in the playroom, but that's a good
kind of hurt—"

Eilagh's laugh cut her off. "Your men have a
playroom
? Like, as in BDSM stuff? And I
thought Dimitri was a Dom!"

Becky felt her face heat with embarrassment. "Oh
shit. That was TMI right?"

"Hell
no.
As long as it’s consensual and you all enjoyed it, it's all good."

Becky sighed in relief that her friend wasn't going to
judge her for the playroom stuff.

"Anyway, the mark is on my tummy. It’s golden
yellow. It
kinda
looks like a paw print. Do you want
to see it?"

Becky looked up at Eilagh to see her mouth gaping
open. "No. Way."

"What? You know what it is? Please, you have to
tell me."

She watched Eilagh open a couple buttons low down on
her dress and reveal her own paw print.

"You have one, too. Do you know what it is?"

Becky watched her slowly nod. "Your men should
have told you, but since they haven't," she paused to sigh, "it means
we're both pregnant."

Becky jerked back in shock. "But we only had sex
last night. How can— I don't understand!" She buried her face in her hands
and sobbed. She guessed at least she now knew why she was being overly
emotional.

****

Drake paused eating when he saw a shadow fall over
him. He looked up into the amused stare of Dimitri, their clan leader.

"What's up, Dimitri?"

"My Desired just sent me a little message to pass
on to you."

Drake put his fork down. "What kind of
message?"

Dimitri clipped him over the back of the head. "I
won't kick your ass like I was instructed. Did you two know your Desired is
pregnant?"

Rubbing the back of his head Drake nodded. "Yeah,
we saw the mark this morning. We wanted to bond with her before we told her
what it meant. We assumed she hadn't noticed it yet."

"Please tell me you didn't demand she bond with
you?"

"No, we listened when you told us what Eilagh
did. We asked very nicely, but then she got emotional and ran out here to find
Eilagh and they've been gone since."

"Hang on, how does she know what the mark means,
Dimitri? How does
Eilagh
know what it
means?"

Drake watched as Dimitri smiled broadly before turning
to Savren to answer his question. "Because we got our little
Desired
pregnant last night, too. We found the mark when we
woke this morning. And unlike you two morons, we told her what it meant."
Dimitri sighed. "She just told me that Becky is now in tears. She's mad,
confused, and overwhelmed—and to top it off she's now got pregnancy hormones
messing her up. You two need to go collect her from our chambers and take her
back to yours. Sit her down and explain to her why you want to bond. I know
Eilagh made a big song and dance about needing us to love and trust her before
she'd bond. Oh, and take her Truth Band off."

Drake watched Dimitri as he walked away shaking his
head and muttering something about stubborn females and idiot dragons. He was
still processing everything his leader had said when Savren grabbed his arm.

Come on,
what are you waiting for? We've upset our Desired. We have to fix this, or
we'll lose her.

Shaking his head to get himself back in the present, Drake
rose from his chair and followed Savren out into the hall.

We should
have thought of removing her Truth Band earlier.

We should
have told her we love her earlier. I bet the silly female has it in her head
that we only want her because she's our Desired.

That
doesn't make sense, Savren.

Yeah, it
does. She thinks that some higher power chose her for us, that we're just doing
what we're told by being with her. She probably thinks we don't even love her.

Females
are mad. Of course we love her. It's because she is our Desired that we love
her as much as we do! She's our perfect fit, our missing piece.

You don't
need to convince me, brother. It's her that needs convincing.

They arrived at the door of Dimitri, Max, and Eilagh's
chambers, and Drake knocked softly. After a minute or two, the door opened to
reveal a pissed off Eilagh.

"How could you not tell her?"

"Please, Eilagh, can we see her? We need to
explain to her first."

Drake was so thankful Savren spoke up first. He was so
much better at being soothing. With a huff, Eilagh stood back and allowed them
access. They both quickly strode down to the family room, where they found
Becky with her head buried in her hands and her shoulders shaking with her
sobs. Drake's heart hurt to watch her in so much pain. Savren sat beside her
and began speaking softly to her. When he saw that she wasn't responding to
Savren at all, Drake realized she was not with them. She'd gotten lost in her
own mind. Seemed their tough little Desired might project the image to others that
she was infallible, but on the inside she was preciously fragile. As much as he
hurt to see her like this, he couldn’t help but feel honored that she would
allow him and Savren to see her so vulnerable. He moved forward and scooped her
up in his arms. He shut his eyes tight when she gripped his neck, buried her
face into his chest and continued to sob like her heart was being ripped from
her chest. He felt her pain and anguish as if it was his own.

"Let's go back to our chambers, Savren.
Eilagh, thank you."

He couldn't get more words past the lump in his throat
as he strode from the room and headed back toward his own.

By the time they got back to their chambers, Becky had
worn herself out and had fallen asleep. He took her to their bedroom and laid
her down on the bed. Savren helped him undo her laces and get her naked, and then
he and Savren stripped off and lay down on either side of her, bracketing her
in their heat. He ran his fingers over the little yellow paw print and felt his
heart miss a beat. They were going to have a child. He saw
goosebumps
begin to rise on her skin, so he quickly pulled the covers over all three of
them. He then lay down and watched her sleep, waiting for her to wake up so
they could explain and, he hoped, fix this mess.
Again.

After a long time of him and Savren stroking and
talking softly to her, Becky woke.

"Hey
there, little one."

He bent down to kiss her, but she turned her face
away. Shit. Savren was right. She honestly thought they didn't love her. When
she turned away from him, she inadvertently turned toward Savren.

"Hi,
sweetheart."

She was unable to turn away from Savren without
turning back to Drake, so she shut her eyes. It hurt Drake to see her reject
them after they'd created a life together, but he understood her pain.