Page 109 of Her Feral Beasts

I grab the wrist of his injured hand and raise it up. It’s spraying blood, and I quickly place my hand over it to seal off the arteries. Savage pulls me against his body and runs his tongue up my neck as I try to process what the fuck just happened and heal him.

Scythe moves away with a sigh, and I hear the springs of a bed creak as he sits down on it. When I open my eyes, Savage’s stub of an index finger is no longer bleeding and is now only red raw.

But Savage is not paying attention. He throws me onto the third bed but it barely recoils under my weight before he’s on top of me, tearing my T-shirt in two with a loud rip.

“Oh fuck, Regina,” he groans, running his calloused hands over my stomach and up over my bare breasts. His mouth follows his hands, licking and sucking as if he wants to taste all of me at the same time, a beast starving for my skin. I writhe under him, gasping at the tingles his touch sends all over me. He reaches my mouth and we hungrily kiss, our tongues fighting, my hands fisting his hair, his weight hot and hard against my own softness. He rears back to kick his sweatpants off before yanking down my shorts and underwear in one go.

Without warning, he shoves his face against my sex, and I cry out as his tongue lashes across my clit, his lips sucking, tongue tasting. His groan is a broken thing, low and deep. His hands grab and squeeze my thighs and I’m completely undone.

“I need you inside me,” I gasp, trying to get more air into my lungs because dear Goddess, this is too much and not enough.

He growls in approval and gives me one final, long lick before leaping up and caging me with his tattooed biceps. He fists himself in one hand and I get one look at his huge, erect cock before he’s pressing his crown against my entrance.

Scythe’s voice is sudden and deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Be careful, brother.”

I’m overcome, but I glance over at him. He’s sitting on his bed, his eyes hard and hot on me, his pupils blown out, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“She feels so fucking good, brother,” Savage groans, rubbing his crown up and down, coating himself in me. I’m so wet and overwhelmed by my own need and the pure ache of my core that I wriggle myself against his cock.

Savage’s chest rumbles low and deep and he closes his eyes, savouring the feel of my pussy. He eases his cock through my opening and it’s a delicious burn that weaves around my lower stomach.

“Fuck,” he groans, and sheathes himself in one stroke.

I scream, my back arching as stars explode behind my eyes and my world narrows onto Savage and only him. Ancient pieces of me are drawn together with bands of sparkling light and tears spill from my eyes.

Savage’s palm finds my face and his thumb strokes my tears with a gentleness that surprises me. “Lia,” he chokes out. “I waited so fucking long for you.”

“Oh my God!” I groan as he pulls out almost completely and slams back into me.

Savage buries his nose in my neck and fucks me, hard and fast, moaning and grunting his pleasure in my ear. His body trembles with exertion, but I know it’s not physical. It’s one mate meeting another for the first time, and I feel tendrils of our powers twirling around each other, meeting and sensing. My body shudders under his touch, my pussy clenching around him as he whispers, “You take me so well, my regina. Oh God, you take me so fucking well.” He shoves his cock into me over and over again, his hips telling me he’s claiming me, owning me,possessing me, and I take it all willingly, the spiralling desire a whirlwind at the base of my spine, funnelling up and up. I cry his name over and over and he whispers mine.

And then he reaches around my back to press me closer to him and ruts against me, his pelvis grinding against my clit, sending me higher into a sweet, golden place I’ve never been before.

Savage suddenly puts his teeth around my neck and bites down. I come instantly, shuddering and sobbing his name, my pussy clenching over and over again. He comes in me a second later, roaring a feral animal sound that sends my pleasure into a new dimension. I arch and tremble beneath him as he pumps warm bursts of so much cum that it’s pulsing out of me with each of his slow thrusts.

He stills, fully sheathed, panting as he looks down at me, one hand cupping my cheek. His handsome face is a mixture of awe and heavy elation, hazel eyes glimmering so brightly that it terrifies me. We stare at each other before he withdraws and sits back on his heels to stare at my pussy. I watch on as he licks his lips, hungrily eyeing my core, absently stroking his thumbs over my calves.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Regina, your pussy wet with my cum is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Movement from the corner of my eye makes me look at Scythe, who, with hooded eyes, steps over to look as well. I should have the urge to close my legs and hide myself, but I don’t. Instead, it’s some type of thrill when Scythe’s head cocks ever so slightly as he drags his ice-blue eyes down my naked body and stops at my pussy. Xander’s bed creaks and I’m surprised to see him rising and walking over too. To my surprise, his white eyes glow with a brilliant opalescent sheen as they land on my centre.

I don’t breathe as all three beasts raise their heads to look me in the eye.

What happens then is both terrifying and exhilarating. Both shark and dragonlungefor me. Scythe mouth goes for my throat and Xander bends over my right thigh.

Both of them bite down.

I cry out, fighting against them and the sting of their teeth, but alone, both men are freakishly strong. Together, they hold me down and mark me with a bleeding, claiming force.

As quickly as it began, it finishes, and both Scythe and Xander snap up to straighten, before striding right out of the room.

Savage’s hazel eyes are soft on me as he crawls up my body and rolls me into him so he’s cuddling me to his warm chest. His lips are soft on my mouth and it’s in stark contrast to the vicious burning on my neck and inner thigh.

But the hurried departure of the other two men brings me to my senses. “I-I have to go.”

The wolf’s arms tighten possessively around me, and I stiffen. With an exhale, he lets me go.

My anima is quiet as I gingerly climb off the bed, and since my T-shirt is shredded, I grab up someone’s discarded shirt and my shorts, pulling them on quickly. I keep my eyes on the floor as my heart deflates in my chest. My body is on a high, tingles and rivulets of pleasure still pumping through my veins. But the bitter taste of my situation suddenly fills my throat as I brace myself to leave.

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