Page 14 of Trapped to Tame
‘It is done,’ said Fie.
‘Not quite. She still needs to be claimed our fearless leader,’ Priest drawled.
Drax gave him a look. Something malicious and angry passed between them, as if they were the bitterest of rivals.
Priest pulled her up again and, as soon as she was able, she kicked him in the shin hard. He swore, raising his hand to strike her and, to her shame, she flinched.
‘Enough,’ said Drax.
He took her from Priest, grabbed her arm, and brought her to the table, pushing her down on it with a hand between her shoulder blades.
She opened her mouth to yell, but his hand clamped over her lips. He bent down close to her ear.
‘If you scream,’ he murmured, ‘one of two things will happen. No one will come, or someone will. Either way,’ she felt his smile at his own jest, ‘you're fucked.’
He glanced at Fie and Priest. ‘Hold her.’
They both pressed down on the backs of her shoulders, gripping her under her arms as well so that she could barely move at all.
She began to fight with everything she had left. She wasn’t going to let this be her life anymore!
There wasn’t much in her because of the iron and the past few days, but she was able to push both Fie and Priest back, darting away from them across the tent, running for the way out.
She got as far as the threshold before she heard Drax’s voice tell her to stop; low and gravelly and laced with a power she didn’t understand as her body ceased all movement without her willing it to. Her feet would go no further.
‘Come here,’ he commanded, and, to her horror, her body obeyed him.
Eve couldn’t help but walk to him, could do nothing as he thrust her down on the table once more.
‘How did you do that?’ Fie asked. ‘She’s part fae.’
‘The binding is incomplete, but it’s there enough for Drax to compel her,’ Priest murmured.
Drax ignored them, his attention solely on her.
‘We didn’t want this,’ he growled in her ear, ‘but you’ve forced my hand and there’s no other choice now.’
She was shaking as her breeches were pulled down to her ankles and she felt Drax’s hand between her legs. She tried to move, but it was no use. He didn’t even need to hold her. She was frozen.
Eve’s breath was coming in fits and starts. She'd given up any pretense of not being afraid. She turned her head and caught Fie’s eye. The man actually looked at her and she saw his pity. She looked away from him immediately, staring at the black walls of the tent behind him. She heard Drax curse, and her boots were pulled off, her breeches with them, leaving her bare from the waist down. He kicked her legs apart and she let out a whimper that he ignored.
She felt his fingers between her legs, heard him spit into his hand and he pushed a finger into her. She winced as it began to move in her dry channel.
‘Just fucking do it,’ Priest, practically ordered his leader.
She didn't see the look that Drax gave him, but his voice sounded strained when he answered.
‘She isn't ready.’
‘Of course she’s not, but who cares?’ Priest growled. ‘Do what must be done before they come for her.’
Eve just wished he’d stop taking his time. It had always been worse when the Bull took her leisurely. ‘Just do it,’ she ground out. ‘Get it over with.’
She set her jaw, trying to escape this moment, hoping that he wasn't going to spend hours rutting her like the Bull sometimes did.
The finger inside of her kept moving, it's gentleness belying everything else about these men, this event. Although she was trying to think of something else, anything else except what was happening to her, her body began to feel hot under his. Drax’s finger changed direction, twisted in her, didsomethingthat made her gasp as the oddest sensation passed through her. Her nethers tensed, the muscles in her stomach, contracting. His movements became easier.
‘There,’ Drax muttered. ‘Almost time.’
