Page 60 of Captured
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Juliet
I stand there, confused, as Rakir leaves me like that, panting and hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. My core clenches and my clit almost screams in frustration as the door closes on his broad, tall back.
I can’t believe he just left me there, after teasing me so.
The very next second, two creatures out of some sort of dystopian fairy tale glide in the room. Really, they look like they’re freaking gliding. If I thought nothing could be worse than being left panting and wet after my man has played with me until I begged him to fuck me, I was wrong.
Having a group of strangers come into the room the very next moment is even worse.
I know Drakians must have females, but as much as I’ve been shocked by Rakir’s handsome, primeval beauty, I’m just left speechless by the females’ otherworldly grace.
The first one walks calmly up to me, a faint smile on her lips. Her skin has the same golden tone as the males’, but just a tad paler. Like she doesn’t get out much. Her hair is the same pure black as Rakir’s, long and flowing, the strands around her face arranged in an intricate braid, leaving the rest to flow gracefully on each side of her long neck. She’s wearing the most dazzling gown I’ve ever seen.
The most dazzling and also the most revealing.
The fabric is a quiet shimmer in tones of peach and gold, complementing the tones of her skin to perfection. The gown molds to her small, dainty breasts without leaving much to imagination, the fabric so thin I can actually see the darker shade of her nipples through it, then it opens up in a graceful flower petal kind-of-way, with long openings reaching all the way to the top of her thighs.
She looks like a fairy ready for an orgy. Or a particularly kinky elf. I’m not so sure which one, but I know I feel like a grubby worm standing in front of her in my conspicuous gray hospital gown, shapeless and colorless.
She stands in front of me in quiet elegance, her eyes a muted, dark yellow as she openly stares at me. I swallow, not sure how to react to this bare display of curiosity. I can understand how she feels, but I can’t help feeling like some sort of exotic animal on display.
“Your future mate has been preparing you for the Binding ceremony.” She sniffs audibly, then smiles. “I can smell it.”
As she says the words, my entire face feels like it’s catching fire. My mouth gapes open, but no words come out. She tilts her head as she watches and the seconds tick by one after the other until I shift my weight from one foot to the other in discomfort.
Just as I’m about to spontaneously burst into flames, the door slides open again.
“Now, that was absolutely mortifying!” A musical, fluted voice sounds as a figure moves into the room. A musical, flutedhumanvoice.
I turn my shocked gaze to see a small, fragile-looking woman walk toward me with a large smile on her delicate, dainty face. She wears the same gown as the Drakian females, the pans of her dress moving gracefully as she approaches, revealing a lot more skin than I would ever feel comfortable doing. And looking absolutely amazing doing it.
“Hi!” The human woman smiles, her entire face lighting up in such a pretty way I can’t look away. “You must be Juliet. My name is Sara.”
Sara? I blink, then understanding crushes me. This is the girl who stole the List. The one who single-handedly brought down the most powerful of the Senators. Her father.
“This must all be overwhelming for you.” Sara smiles, moving toward me with a shimmering piece of fabric folded in her outstretched hands. “Don’t worry. It’ll be all fine in the end.”
“You’ve been through a Binding before?” I ask before sliding a glance to the Drakian females. They just stare at me with their beautiful marble faces, betraying no emotion.
“I’ve seen one.” Sara’s face blushes, but she chuckles and shakes her head. “I’ll admit it was a bit much, but it’s the price to pay to be the mate of the greatest man you’ve ever met. So, just keep your eyes on the prize, okay?”
Sara says this with so much confidence, it’s impossible for me not to feel like I’m making a fuss out of nothing. I’m not, but it makes me feel better. Like a blushing bride having the heebie-jeebies just before walking down the aisle.
“The Binding is no price to pay,” the tall Drakian female interjects, her face still emotionless. “It is a great honor to become an Amara, even more so to a Prince of Draka.”
“What she says...” Sara answers, lifting up her brows and making a face. “Honor above all and every woman shall be well-mannered at all times!”
She slides a sideways glance to the tall female, then makes a face back at me. The tall female only looks on, her perfect face unmoved by the direct jab.
“At least, they do have a great sense of fashion.” Sara pushes the shimmering fabric in my hands and I grab onto it on instinct. “Not very practical, but fashionable, indeed.”
I chuckle and just a little of the tension that’s been grabbing my shoulders eases. It feels better than I can express to have another human woman to talk to.
“Drakians can be a bit literal, but they’re not entirely humorless.” A dark cloud passes over Sara’s features, darkening the pretty lines of her face until she looks positively angry. “Well, except Darhk maybe. That man has no sense of humor whatsoever.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I chuckle again, remembering Rakir’s serious, moody brother. “All work and no play, huh?”
