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welcome to explore. There are four bedrooms, an office, this
family room we're currently in and a kitchen. Each bedroom has its own
bathroom."
    What Drake didn’t mention was the fifth bedroom, the
one with a locked door. While most of the dragons had neglected the master
bedroom of their chambers and other things that revolved around the female of
the family, he and Savren had kept theirs pristine and up to scratch. The toys
in that fifth bedroom had taken them both years to get just right. They knew
females would return at some point, and they'd wanted to be ready.
    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.
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    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