Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 6

AMERY'S POV:

Today definitely had the record of being the craziest day ever. Not only was I ambushed and kidnapped by random animals, I was now supposed to strip naked for one? His last words had me in a choke hold. I was frozen on my feet as I glared at him in shock and disbelief. And fear.

The hairs on my body seemed to be standing on end. But surprisingly, it was not from fear but from some other feeling which I was shocked to be feeling.

I could feel my n*****s pushing against the fabric of my lace bra. The combination of his words and his hands which were still on me were not helping my situation.

He also was staring at me but unlike with the tension in my eyes, with a playful tease dancing in his eyes and a smirk on his face.

He had noticed what his words had done to me and he seemed to be enjoying it. The bloody bastard!

"You need a bath, Amery," he said, looking into my eyes. Then he added, "and you need to be undressed to do that," In a low seductive voice as his eyes left mine and trailed down my body as he spoke.

My breath caught as I watched his green eyes travel down my body and although I was fully dressed, I felt naked under his piercing gaze.

I pulled my hand from his grip and instinctively wrapped both hands around my body.

He let out a small chuckle at my reaction and I felt a sudden urge to sink my teeth into his flesh. Let's see how much he'd like that.

I had thought he was my savior but it now seemed like I had fallen into a bigger trouble.

He put his hands on mine which were still wrapped around my body protectively and he pried them apart, all the while still gazing into my eyes.

I started to hyperventilate.

He held the hem of my shirt and tried to pull it up but I held it down.

"If you won't let me take it off, I'll tear it off you," he threatened with a dangerous smirk on his face.

I was not going to let him threaten me into doing anything. I've had enough today. I just couldn't wait to wake up from this bad dream.

He tried to pull up the shirt again and when I refused, he let out a sigh.

I thought it was a sigh of defeat and a cocky smile crept up my face. Little did I know what deviousness he was up to.

It came as a shock to me-one time I was on my feet and the next, I was hanging like a bag of potatoes on his shoulders.

"Drop me down! Drop me down right now! "I commanded as I flailed against his body.

I beat at his back with my fists and tried to kick him but rather than piss him off, it seemed to amuse him as he kept on laughing.

"Drop me down, you flipping twit!" I yelled but it seemed to amuse him the more.

He moved across the room with me, till we got to a door.

Could this be his raping room? Oh my God, was he a sadist? I know I sometimes wished what they did in Fifty Shades of Grey would be done to me, but not by a stranger!

All of a sudden, I was conscious of my body on his body. Of how my breasts were crushed against his shoulders. Of how my a*s laid in his full view and the muscles that lined his chest and back which I could feel, the strength he had, and I swallowed. He pushed open the door and walked in.

I squeezed my eye shut as I did not want to gaze upon the horror that awaited me in the room. After a few steps, he stopped and dropped me down gently.

Curious as to what awaited me, I opened my eyes and found him watching me with a quizzical look on his face.

I ignored him and took a sweep of the room. I was disappointed with what I saw. Unlike what I envisioned, the room looked so serene and exquisite and the only obscene tool present was a large marble bathtub.

I don't know if my disappointment showed on my face, but Asher gently brought his finger under my chin and tilted my face up to look at him.

"I just want to clean you up, please," he said in the most gentle voice.

I looked into his eyes and I saw sincere concern and care in them. Never had I ever felt such calm looking into someone's eyes.

I didn't know what to say. I wouldn't have been able to even say anything as my ability to speak seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. All I could do was just stare into the beautiful green orbs on his face. "Can I?" He asked.

Honestly, I had forgotten what he was asking about and I didn't even care to remember.

I just nodded my head in agreement.

My answer seemed to make him happy as a smile crept up his face. This wasn't the cocky smile that had been playing on his face earlier on, but it was a genuine one and I didn't know why, but I found myself smiling at him also. He let go of my face, and then held the hem of my shirt.

He gently rose it up, all the while looking me in the eyes till he took it off.

Next were my trousers, which he pulled down while I held his back to balance myself as I shrugged them off my feet.

My heart started to beat hysterically and breathing seemed to be a task for me as he hooked a finger each, into the sides of my pink pants.

I was starting to regret why I had not worn my thongs today and made a mental note to always wear a thong henceforth.

He took them off and I heard a hitch in his breathing.

Lastly, he reached behind me and undid my bra.

I didn't need to look at my breasts to know that my n*****s were two hard nubs standing erect.

He then held my hands and led me to the bathtub which was already filled with water. He guided me into the bathtub where I sunk down into the warm scented liquid.

I closed my eyes as I allowed the water to ease my tiredness. Asher sat at the edge of the tub as he massaged my hair with a bottle of lavender oil.

I let out a little moan unconsciously.

I couldn't believe this was what I had been trying to run away from.

I was on the verge of drifting to sleep when his beautiful voice said, "I'm so sorry you witnessed that fight earlier on. We don't normally behave that way."

"It's okay," I said. Right now, none of that mattered to me.

"What were you doing in the woods all by yourself?" He asked and all of a sudden, a wave of sadness hit me.

Normally, I would have ignored his question or answered with some lie, but I don't know why I felt the urge be honest.

I sighed before saying, "I was running away."

"From what?" He asked.

"From my pain," I said and when he did not say anything else, I added, "I found out today that my boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend."

As I spoke, tears ran down my eyes.

"What!" He bellowed.

The more I thought about it, the more pain I felt.

"That boy is an asshole and does not deserve you in any way," Asher said.

Or am I the one who doesn't deserve him, I thought.

He must have felt my sobs as he faced me and cupped my cheeks.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and it'll be an honor for him to have you in his life but clearly, he is an i***t to let you go. He was clearly not your type, so it's good riddance to bad company," He said as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

"But I'm here now, and I can assure you, such would never happen to you ever again," He said as he looked into my eyes.

For some odd reason, I believed his words and felt a sense of security in him and it caused me to smile a little. It was as if he had melted the pain in me away.

We continued the bath in silence.

When we were done, he wrapped me in a big, soft towel and then picked me up in his arms.

He took me to the next room where there was a big bed. He brought one of his shirts from his wardrobe, and put it on for me.

I let him do what he wanted because it felt so good. When he was done, he laid me on the bed and covered me with the softest of blankets.

He sat by the edge of the bed, stroking my hair till I drifted to sleep.