Page 136 of Her Rabid Beasts

He rudely ignores me. “How long have you been talking tomydragon withoutmeknowing?”

“Oopsie,” I say sheepishly.

He sits back in his chair, waiting for an answer, all glary and growly.

I twist back into a neutral position, making wide eyes at Savage. “Is he angry at me? Why is he always angry at me? Even when he’s mean, he’s so pretty. That’s why he gets away with it, you see. It’s really not fair, is it?”

Savage is about to answer when the door opens. I didn’t even realise they have me a private room until now. But I forget all questions, comments and jokes as Lyle prowls through the door, followed closely by an icy Scythe.

The sight of both men, in those clothes, with those faces, with those fantastic bodies, makes me heated in all sorts of pleasant ways.

“Goddess,” I breathe giddily. What a lucky girl I am.

“Aurelia,” Lyle growls, stalking right up to my bed, leaning down and putting his face right up to mine. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Those amber eyes are simmering with such monumental anger that it transforms his face from beautiful to breathtaking. He has no pores that I can see. What type of magical toner does he use?

“Wow,” I breathe, admiring his face. “Can we kiss now?”

His eyes flick down to my mouth before he pushes himself off my bed and whirls around to stride to the foot of my bed, his blond ponytail swishing prettily.

“Why did you go there?” I complain, pouting like the princess I am. Gods, I want to be Lyle’s princess so badly.

But now I can see Scythe, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I grin at him. “Daddy shark do-do-do,” I sing. “Daddy shark do-do-do-do.” I lick my lips. “It’s a children’s song. Do you know it, gang boss?”

Somehow, an ice burn stings so muchbetterthan a fire one. His silvery hair always catches the light in the most perfect way. It’s the closest thing to celestial light that isn’t a mating mark I’ve ever seen. But then he prowls over to me and I suck in a breath because I also want him to kiss me so badly. And why is no one kissing me at all? But instead of placing those lips on my needy, pouty ones, he lifts a hand to examine the tiny IV pump hitched up next to the bigger one.

“Fentanyl,” he mutters darkly. “They need to change her analgesic.”

I gasp in surprise because how does Scythe know huge medical words like ‘analgesic’? I’m so impressed right now. “No, but I like this one, daddy shark. I can’t even feel the fractures! And besides, I feel all swirly in my head. Like my brain noodles have become butterflies.” I hum a lovely tune to show them how nice it is up in here.

Lyle huffs and picks up my medical chart, flipping through it irritably. Xander heaves himself off his seat and strides aroundto stand next to Savage. Four mating marks burn before me, like pretty little jewels all in a row.

I giggle when I realise it. “This is the first time all five of us are in the same room together. You look like four scary giants.” I giggle again. “Four scary, sexy giants. Who’s gonna take their turn first? Because I’m ready!” I spread my legs wide to tell them what I want. “Or you can just do it at the same time, that might be best, actually.”

Lyle gives me an exasperated look while Scythe glowers down at me. Xander simply shakes his head in disgust or dismay.

Savage groans and throws himself back in his chair. “By the Wolf Mother, she’s completely off her face.”

I grin at him. “Can you get me more of this stuff?” I turn to Scythe. “Shark daddy can, won’t you, pretty please? You must know all the suppliers.”

My shark just stares at me as Lyle leaves the room, probably to stop my fun. “Naw. Somebody scratch my nose, please?”

Savage leans over to do so, but then hesitates. “The last time I reached out to do something like this, you nearly tore my arm off.”

I chomp my teeth at him. “Can’t make any promises, baby.”

He gives me a lopsided smile. “Did you just call me baby?”

“Yeah.”

Savage grins at me and gently scratches the tip of my nose. I lean into him, enjoying his touch. “You’re my favourite wolf!” I beam at him.

“Don’t think that being this cute excuses what you did, regina,” he chides, though he can’t help his smile.

“Oh no,” I say suddenly, and actual fear is a little spike through my stomach.

“What is it?” Lyle says as he comes back through the door.

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