Binding Becky

by Khloe Wren

  Drake slowly released her hand, and he watched as she pulled it close in to her chest. She took a deep breath, before she expelled the air in a rush. Before Drake could say more, Savren moved in closer to her, kneeling in front of her.

  "Everything will be all right, sweetheart. Just give it some time. You're still looking a little pale. Perhaps a drink of water would help?" Savren asked their little Desired. Savren's dominant streak ran almost as wide as Drake's, but not quite. Drake would have just gotten the water and demand she drink it. Then Becky would have, no doubt, given him one of her delightful tongue lashings for his effort. So he let Savren do the talking for now. She'd been through a lot in the last couple of days, and he'd try to take it easy on her. He waited for her to respond to Savren, and when she nodded slightly Drake headed to the kitchen to fetch the drink.

  As Drake turned the tap off, he heard the crash of the front door being busted in. He dropped the glass, vaguely hearing it shatter on the floor, and ran back to his brother and their Desired. He ran through the doorway of the kitchen and ran straight into Huro—the leader of an uprising against Dimitri who had flown off in search of females a few days ago.

  "What the hell do you want, Huro?"

  The bastard just grinned evilly at him. Then, quicker than Drake could follow, he raised his hand and stabbed a needle into his neck.

  "What the fuck?" Before he'd finished speaking, he felt a tingle run through his limbs. He fell heavily against the wall before landing in a heap on the floor, unable to move any of his muscles. Huro walked into his vision.

  "What I want is the female. And what I want, I always get."

  Drake watched helplessly as Huro strode away from him toward the family room where sounds of fighting could be heard. Moments later, he heard Savren curse and then a loud thud. Guess the bastards managed to drug him, too. Leaving their precious Becky alone to defend herself against at least two dragons. Fucking hell. When he got his hands on Huro, he'd rip him limb from limb. Becky's voice rang out loud and clear, bringing him back out of his thoughts.

  "Don't you fucking dare touch me, you bastard."

  Her words were followed by a loud crack and Huro's low growl, which led Drake to believe his little Becky had just landed a good one on Huro. His heart filled with pride for his Desired, that she wouldn't go quietly. He knew she couldn't win against dragons, but he was damn proud of her for trying. He heard a few more thumps and male groans before the hallway was filled with a green and orange dragon followed by Huro with Becky draped over his shoulder. Tied and gagged. He knew when she caught sight of him lying on the floor as he watched her eyes fill with pain and she stretched her bound wrists out toward him. Silently begging him to rescue her. He'd had visions of how beautiful Becky would look bound and begging—but not like this. Drake didn't want her begging for her life, just for him and Savren to bestow pleasure on her.

  ****

  Becky was out for blood. Her body shook as fury flowed through her veins. How dare these bastards drug her men and kidnap her. Even though she’d tried to deny it when Drake told her, she had felt the heat, and on some basic level, she knew they were her men.

  "Don't you fucking dare touch me, you bastard."

  She stood back into a fighter's stance ready to take them on. She sent a prayer of thanks for all the years her older brothers had made her spar with them while they perfected their various martial arts phases. The man laughed as he approached her. Once he was close enough, she threw out a fast, sharp heel-punch, copping him right over his cheekbone. He growled low, as he raised his hand to cover his injured cheek. She froze under his icy grey gaze. He was furious, and Becky wasn't sure what he was going to do next. Before she could get another shot in, she was grabbed from behind by the orange and green dragon, which held her firmly while the man bound her wrists and ankles. She went to verbally lash out at him, but he quickly gagged her so she spat fire at him with her eyes. The dragon released his grip on her, and the man came toward her, getting ready to sling her over his shoulder.

  Even though she was now bound, gagged and about to be slung over this mongrel's shoulder, she was not going to stop fighting. As he put his shoulder into her stomach, she brought her bound hands down hard, hitting his back solidly. He growled as he stood up with her. As soon as her feet left the ground, she bent her legs up at the knee and brought her feet down hard and fast, landing solidly against his thigh. He dropped to one knee with a humph as his injured leg gave out. She fell to the ground landing on her back, so she reared her legs up and kicked him in the ribs as hard as she could. He fell to his side with a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. She rolled to her hands and knees and started to crawl toward the door. She didn't make it far before the large dragon that had tackled and drugged Savren earlier blocked her path. He puffed out some smoke into her face, and she tried to cough around the gag as her eyes watered. While she was curled up trying to cough, she was roughly slung over the man's shoulder and swiftly carried out of the chambers. On her way out the door her vision cleared enough that she saw Drake sprawled on the floor in the hallway, his eyes filled with fury and anguish as she reached out for him with her bound hands.

  It didn't take long for them to leave the confines of the castle. Once outside, her eyes cleared of the smoke and her breathing settled down. Damn dragon and his shitty smoke. Silently fuming, she looked around and saw another dragon, very similar to the one who had blown smoke at her, and another man, who had Eilagh draped over his shoulder. The two men both turned to face each other, and the other one began laughing.

  "You had some trouble, brother?" he said through his laughter.

  The bastard holding her responded, "You could say that. This one has fight. She'll breed good strong warriors, I'm sure."

  She'd breed strong warriors huh? Like this idiot would ever get close enough to her to manage that. She’d rather die fighting than breed with any of these bastards. She tried to get another kick in, but his arm tightened around her legs holding her still before he slid her down his front to stand before him. The dragon grabbed her in a firm grip from behind, as the man dragged his knuckles down her face, causing bile to rise up her throat. He stepped back, and with a bright blinding flash of light, he was a big black and grey dragon. Before her brain could wrap around what had happened she was high in the sky with only the dragon's arms around her, preventing her from plummeting to the ground. Terrified, she looked around and caught Eilagh's scared gaze. What the hell was going to happen to them now?

  Becky successfully managed not to throw up the entire flight. They landed smoothly in a stone courtyard of a castle that appeared to be in ruins. She was looking over the ruins when she was released and two bright flashes filled her vision, followed closely by her kidnapper's voice.

  "Welcome, females, to your new home. I am Huro, clan leader. This is my brother, Gyasi, and our cousins behind you, Johan and Adio. What are your names?"

  Becky rolled her eyes at him. She was gagged so even if she'd wanted to answer, she couldn't. This bloke really wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box.

  "Take us back, you bastard! We do not belong to you." Eilagh's voice was a low growl as she drew Huro's attention to her.

  "Ahh, that's where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You are in our possession, so that means you and your friend are all ours. What are your names? Or would you prefer we make new ones up for you?"

  Becky could only imagine what they'd call them if given the chance.

  "Eilagh and Becky."

  Eilagh didn't sound happy about giving up the information, but like her, probably had worked out their real names would be better than any shit they'd come up with.

  Through his laughter, Huro said, "I can see you both have strong wills and plenty of fight in you. You will breed fine warriors, but you both need to lose some of your fight before we all mount you, I think. Johan? Adio? Take them to the dungeon for now. Make sure they are locked up securely. And no touching—not yet anyway."

  It
didn't take long for Johan and Adio—now in human form—to get them both into the depths of the ruins. Trust the dungeons to be the only part of this castle still in perfect condition. She watched as the men copped a feel of Eilagh as they shoved her into a cell. With Becky being tied up they managed to get a good grope in of her, too. They both roughly grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her shirt. Becky twisted away from them, and they chuckled, running their hands down her tummy and between her thighs. Eventually, they got to her ankles, where they untied her. Very quickly they released her wrists and undid her gag before thrusting her into a cell next to Eilagh and locking the gate. With a sigh, she sat down and leaned against the wall separating her from her friend.

  "Becky? Are you all right?"

  "Yeah, Eilagh, I'm okay. Pissed as all hell for them getting the jump on me."

  "I bet. Looks like you got at least a couple of shots in though."

  Becky smiled. Fuck yeah, she’d gotten some good shots in. Huro would be thinking about her every time he moved for quite a while, she was guessing.

  "Hell yeah, his face is gonna hurt for a while I reckon, and those ribs of his will hurt for even longer. How about you? You okay?"

  "Yeah, they totally caught us by surprise. They drugged Dimitri and Max and dragged me out of there."

  Becky felt her lips quirk up into a smile.

  "Umm yeah, I kinda noticed you're in a bathrobe, hun. What did they interrupt?"

  "Dimitri and I were in the bath. Ah, um, we were…"

  Becky chuckled at the embarrassment that came through Eilagh's tone. "Those men are something else, aren't they?"

  "That they are. It's been crazy since the Great Wind brought us here, but I was happy with Dimitri and Max. Being with them, just having them close, I felt more whole than I ever have before. It's so strange … and hard to put into words."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean. They wear you down fast. I don't want one alpha male, let alone two to deal with—but like you say. It just feels right when they're close."

  "What are your men called?"

  "Savren and Drake, Drake's older by a year or so."

  Damn, she really did miss them. She'd even allow Drake to call her little one or Savren to sweetheart her without cussing at them for it.

  "Have you seen them in dragon form yet?"

  Becky wiped her tears away and steeled herself before she responded. "Not yet. Why?"

  "Well, umm … oh damn, this is kinda embarrassing…"

  Becky rolled her eyes at her friend. She loved Eilagh like a sister, but the girl could be a prude.

  "Just spit it out, girl. We all heard you moaning after lunch before the men rushed us all out of there like their tails were on fire."

  "The dragons, their tongues, um … their tongues vibrate." Eilagh spoke so fast, Becky nearly missed that last word. It took a minute for the words to sink in. Vibrating tongues … long, velvety soft vibrating tongues. Hmmm. With a loud laugh, she said, "Hot damn, girl! Can't wait to try that out. No wonder you were moaning."

  "Yeah well, we gotta get out of here first. I only want two dragons to be touching and licking me, and neither of them are here."

  Ain't that the truth. "I hear you. Just not sure how the hell we're going to get out of this mess yet."

  Becky rested her head back against the cold stone wall and let her mind wander. She closed her eyes, and instantly she pictured her two men. Her men. Funny, she never thought she'd marry or settle down with one man, but now she had two men, and the idea of settling down with them calmed her, made her feel complete in a way she never had before.

  Chapter Two

  Savren clenched and unclenched his fists as he silently fumed. The drug he'd been given was still affecting his body so he couldn't pace like he wanted to. He'd been forced to lie helplessly watching as those bastards took his Desired away from him. Fuck, she'd put up a good fight. Better than any female he'd ever seen, and before the plague, there had been a handful of females who had trained as warriors. His Becky would have beaten them all hands down. Even tied up his little hellcat had gotten in some wicked hits to Huro. Until she'd been smoked into submission. With a growl he tilted his head until his neck cracked.

  "Calm yourself, little brother. The maps will be here soon, and we can formulate a plan. We will get her back."

  Looking into his older brother's eyes he saw determination and fury. He nodded. "I know. It's just … I hate being helpless, being forced to watch her fight unable to help…"

  "From what I could hear, she got a number of hits in on Huro."

  Savren grinned. "She's a hell of a fighter, Drake. She showed no fear, and I bet she cracked at least one of his ribs."

  Drake smiled. "I bet she did. There's a lot of power and fight in her."

  A younger warrior that Drake had sent off to collect maps and plans came running into the Gathering Hall, stopping all conversation.

  "Here are the old maps. They should give us an idea of where they’re hiding out."

  "Okay, everyone grab a map and start searching. I want a list of possible places these bastards could be using. I don't think I need to tell you to hurry." Dimitri's voice was strong and sure but filled with emotion. His Desired, Eilagh, had also been taken.

  Soon it was found that a nearby castle that lay in ruins would be the most likely place. Drake quickly located old floor plans of the castle, and Savren examined them to see the best course of entry and where the females would most likely be.

  "I'm guessing they would keep Becky and Eilagh in the dungeon to begin with. They have to know we'll be coming for them. Even with the castle in ruins, these lower levels below the ground will be intact, I'm guessing. We should start the search there."

  There were lots of murmurs of agreement before Drake cut in. "We need to leave enough behind to protect the remaining females. If they lose the two they have, they will quite likely come gunning for the others. We can't all go. I suggest we take eight warriors. That way, if they separate the females, we’ll have four warriors to take on each pair."

  "As always, Drake, your plan is sound and will deliver us the best results. Myself, Max, Drake, and Savren will go. I need four more." Dimitri was in full clan leader mode now.

  Savren watched as four of the younger warriors, who hadn't bonded with any of the females, stepped forward. With a nod from Dimitri, they headed out of the castle to the courtyard where they could shift and take off.

  As they all came in to land at the castle ruins, Max stumbled and landed in a heap. Looked funny as hell, but no one laughed. Dimitri's voice rang out in their minds.

  Max can hear Eilagh's screams, so follow him. As silently as possible.

  They all followed Max into the castle, heading toward the dungeons. They approached a doorway that glowed with candlelight. When they heard men’s voices come from the room, Dimitri and Max rushed forward and disappeared through the doorway. As the sounds of fighting floated out to them Dimitri ordered them to continue on to find Becky. Drake took control, leading him and two of the younger warriors farther into the ruins in the direction of the dungeons.

  ****

  Becky glared hard at Johan and Adio as they entered the outer room of the dungeon. They chuckled at her as they passed and opened Eilagh's cell. She listened as they tried to grab her friend. Eilagh was doing her best to fight them off, but she didn't stand a chance against the two huge men who had just entered her cell. A few minutes later, the men left, dragging Eilagh behind them, kicking and screaming. She sighed as she gripped the metal bars tightly in her hands. That meant the other two, Huro and Gyasi, would be coming for her.

  As if her thoughts summoned them, they appeared before her. Before she could recoil from the bars, Gyasi reached out and grabbed hold of her wrists through the bars. She tugged on her arms but couldn't free them. Meanwhile, Huro had unlocked the door and was moving in behind her. He took her wrists from Gyasi and held them firmly behind her back.

  "No more fighting today, my l
ittle dove." Huro's whispered words sent shivers of revulsion over her skin.

  She was led to the back wall of her cell where four manacles hung from the stone wall, two high up and two near the ground. She began to tremble. She hated being helpless, and being locked in those heavy manacles would leave her more than vulnerable—she'd be left spread-eagled before two men who she knew planned to breed her.

  Where are my men?

  Gyasi took one of her wrists in a firm grip while Huro kept the other in his own equally tight hold. She put all her might into pulling free from them, but she couldn't. Staying at her sides, she couldn't kick out at them either. They quickly shackled her wrists high on the wall. She pulled at the restraints, but they didn't budge. Then they kneeled and grabbed her ankles, and those, too, got shackled before she could do anything about it. Spread out before these two bastards, her heart began to race, and sweat broke out over her skin. As they pressed their bodies against her on each side, she growled, low and lethal. Huro chuckled as he stroked her face.

  "Such spirit."

  His hand trailed down her neck and traced around the high neckline of her t-shirt. She hadn't wanted to get sunburned while hiking so she’d covered up. She was thankful for her clothing choice now. At least she was until he grabbed the neckline in his fists and ripped the shirt straight down the middle, leaving her bare except for her bra.

  "How dare you!" She spat the words at him. "Get your filthy fucking hands off me."

  "I don't think so, sweet thing. You are ours, and we intend to touch you—everywhere."

  As Huro spoke, Gyasi leaned forward and cupped her pussy in his hand. Even through her jeans, his touch revolted her, causing her whole body to shudder in disgust. Huro ran his hands over her breasts as she continued to throw curses and abuse at them. After a few moments, he sighed and withdrew. Before she finished exhaling in relief, he returned and gagged her.