Page 93 of Her Feral Beasts

“Myregina,” Savage snarls, his voice an octave lower than usual. My body responds as only a regina would, and I’m throbbing between my legs immediately, desire skittering over my skin like electricity. I can’t fucking breathe, but I force air down in a steady, slow wave. I try to use my calm, collected voice, channelling the energy I used to regina-command him. “Savage, get out of my room.”

His expression darkens. “No. I don’t know what that was in the kitchen, but you don’t get to do that.”

I should be frightened at the pure rage in his voice. But no, my regina wants toplay, and it’s completely out of my conscious control when I cross my arms to push my tits up and purr, “But you were such a good boy.”

His response is immediate. His head cocks to the side as he drags his narrowed hazel eyes up and down my body. “What do you think you’re doing dressing like this? Are youtryingto rub it in my face that I can’t fucking have you? Or are you trying to get my attention?”

“Absolutely not!” I snap a leash around my aroused anima and Henry clucks in agreement. “Why would I wantyourattention? I hate you! You tried to turn me back to my father!”

His jaw clenches but his voice is even when he says, “Mine is the only attention youshouldwant, Lia.” He steps closer to me and I’m aware of his. Every. Minute. Movement as he does. The way his skin is flushed, the heaviness to his breaths, the ravenous look in his eyes. The way his scent is caressing my nose like a delicious spring wind.

The room seems to darken around him as we stare at each other, but I stand my ground, even as my anima is screeching at me to get on my back and spread my legs for him. To let him fuck me, to come inside me as my mate. Iwanthim to bite me, mark me as his. Astheirs.

In short, I’m losing it. Henry pecks at my cheek to calm me, so I take a breath, but am embarrassed to find it shaky.

The wolf’s voice is deathly quiet as he says, “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing talking to Beak?”

I cross my arms to hide the fact that I’m trembling at his nearness. “I talk to who I want. What’s it to you?”

Savage’s long strides eat up the space between us and then he’s towering over me like a ferocious, angry giant. “What’s it tome?” he growls.

There is electricity between us and I think it’s going to ruin me.

I clench my teeth to steel myself. “He’s a nice guy, Savage. Unlike you lot, he’s always been kind to me.”

Savage roars and shoves me backwards into the bars of the door. Slamming his hands on either side of me, he leans down to snarl in my ear. “I own you, Lia. You are my regina, you aremypossession. Do you understand me?”

I’m trembling where I stand. He could easily overpower me, do as he pleases, how he pleases, and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing. It’s only then that I realise he’s got his fist around Henry, covering his little beak entirely. The nimpin gives a muffled sound of protest but can’t do anything more. Scythe’s definitely conned him somehow because he definitely isn’t doing his job.

“I willneverbe property,” I whisper, but my voice cracks as I say it.

Savage goes still, and he sighs, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I’m so shocked that I just stand there, blinking rapidly. My anima screams at me to let us scent him. To let down my scent shield and bury my nose in his neck because it would besoeasy to do that.

But I can’t. I just can’t let myself do that. I’ve had his fingers in me before, and he made me come so hard and so easily. I’ve been craving that again ever since. The way he kissed—the waywekissed each other with our entire mouths and bodies—was something out of this world entirely and I can’t handle any more.

“Lia,” Savage whispers to the floor. “What are you doing to me?”

The vulnerability in his voice gives me whiplash, and the broken thing inside of me whines. The safest thing for me is to stay silent. So I do just that.

He takes a deep breath, still refusing to look at me. “You’re my regina. And don’t you dare tell me you’re not because I saw our mark on you.” He rubs at his jaw with one hand then looks at me. His face is so close to mine that we could kiss. His breath tickles my face, his eyes penetrating my skin, and I just know if I let my shields down, I’d let him take me against this door and it would be fucking amazing.

“I’ve been inside you Lia, and there’s nothing in this universe that’s going to replace that.”

The backs of my eyes burn like they’ve been struck. My anima screams for him so loudly that I can’t hear anything else. She’s roaring in my ears and my vision goes blurry. Savage lifts his hand to my face and gently strokes my lip with his thumb, as if remembering the feel of it.

I turn into stone because I want to kiss him so badly that I think I’m literally going to shatter into a million pieces if I don’t.

And then, his face turns completely feral, his voice dropping a further octave, as if his wolf has taken over. What he says cleaves me in two, ripping my control away. “I own you. You are my possession. I will do as I please with you. When I sayjump, you sayhow high?Do you understand me?”

My anima is completely in control now and forces me to nod.

Savage bristles. “This wolf likes your pretty voice. He remembers how you moaned for us. I need to hear you say it.Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I whisper. Oh Wild Goddess, it feels good to say it. It feelsrightto accept my mate’s wishes.

He growls and I would have jumped into his arms if I wasn’t in complete submission to his dominance. He says, “Use my name when you address me, princess.”

His old pet name for me suddenly brings me to my senses, as I remember when he first used it in Halfeather’s dungeon. I’m able to slam a cage onto my anima. Triumphant, I say, “You’re an asshole.”

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