I can’t keep myself from fighting them, even though they have me pinned down. I can’t even bite down on Luke’s stupid cock to get him to move because of the gag.
I cannot be bonded to them!
Syrus
Silva whines in her sleep, her body thrashing as she fights something I can’t see. I was holding her and Izzy when it started, and I got backhanded in my sleep. Pulling away, I shift Izzy so he won’t also get clocked, and to ease the feeling that she’s pinned down since he’s laying on her.
“Spitfire,” I hiss, pushing a loose piece of hair from her loosened braid off her forehead. “Wake up.”
“Don’t…touch me,” she whimpers, her hands pushing me away.
Fuck.
“Izzy,” I say, pushing on his shoulder to wake him up. I should let him sleep, but I think I might need help.
I don’t know how to wake her up.
“Huh?” he groans.
“Silva, wake up. It’s a bad dream. Whatever is in your head, it’s not happening,” I say, letting Izzy connect the dots for himself as he sits up.
“Oh shit,” he whispers.
“Silva,” I repeat myself, rubbing her skin.
“Don’t touch me!” she keens, sounding like a wounded animal. “I’m not yours. Nononoooo!”
“Fuck, I wish my meds wouldn’t keep her from smelling my scent,” Izzy mutters. “Mamita, come on. Open those pretty eyes for me, yeah?”
Silva continues to thrash and scream, no matter what we say or do, and we’re unable to pull her out of the nightmare.
Harlan and Kyren stumble in the dark to the door, and I turn up the light and hold up my hand so they won’t come any closer. I don’t know if feeling alphas in her space will freak her out more.
“Stay there,” I breathe.
“We can’t wake her up, and if she smells alphas…” Izzy drawls as an explanation.
“I got it,” Harlan murmurs. “I could hear her from the other room.”
“This is what she sounded like the other day. I could hear her from outside,” Kyren sighs.
“This is why she never lets me spend the night,” I grunt. “Okay. Try purring for her. I’ll keep trying to wake her up.”
While the alphas purr, I lean over Silva, gasping as her nails scrape my face. Grabbing her wrists, I wince as she begins to beg for me not to rape her.
Those fucking sons of bitches need to die. I don’t care how, I just need it to happen.
“Silva, open your eyes! Lexi needs you, baby. Wake up!”
Her body shudders as she keens, but her eyes pop open, and I sag in relief as I check to make sure she’s really with me. Her lashes are wet with tears, and her breaths wheeze in and out of her lungs as if she just ran a marathon.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispers, eyes wide as her fingers tremble where I have her wrists captive.
Releasing her, I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter, baby,” I tell her. “You’re awake now.”
“Ugh, I’m a fucking menace,” she groans, sitting up. “I need to take care of that scratch and?—”
“Hold up, Princess,” Kyren says, stepping into the room. “Take a breath. I don’t really want you moving too fast after fighting those demons in your head.”
