Page 66 of Her Rabid Beasts

“Here you go, sir,” she purrs, placing the papers in front of him, her hand brushing his arm on the way back up. “Another one for your…collection.”

Lyle stops typing. His jaw tics again and again as arousal pulses through his power, thick and heavy. Her words have the cadence of an inside joke, and I wonder why it’s making the most lethal lion in this place blush.

Yeti shifts in his seat next to me.

A hyena in the back clears his throat. More than a few adjust themselves. If I didn’t hate her, I’d find this display hilarious.

“Where are your shoes?” Lyle barks so sharply that almost everyone jumps.

“Oh!” Aurelia huffs a laugh and looks around as if she’ll find them there. Henry fluffs his wings, startled. “I suppose I forgot.”

“Another detention for you, then, Miss Aquinas. It’s literally my easiest rule to follow.” His eyes flick down to her tiny dress as if it’s an affront to his sensitivities.

She gapes at him, but then shuts her jaw. “If that’s what you want,” she says primly.

“It is,” he grits out.

“Oh, he wants a lot more than that,”Savage growls into my head.

When Aurelia gets back to her table, Minnie takes her hand and whispers, “You’re fucking playing with fire and I love it.”

Wild God, they’re all nuts.

“Do you know what I’m gonna call it?” Minnie nods like she’s happy with her choice and sweeps her open palm out in front of her. “Aurelia’s Reign of Terror.”

“I need a fucking smoke,” I mutter to Savage and stride right out of there.

Chapter 28

Aurelia

Ihave ten vibrators of different models and types, and after a week of trying, they all fail to hit the spot. Even when I use the clit sucky one, all I can think of is how much I want Savage’s tongue there instead. Or his fingers. Or his… anything, really.

The way I’m craving his earthy, old forest scent is driving me feral. Every night, I try to go to sleep after another round with a new vibrator. Every morning, I wake up to Savage kissing my neck. After that tiny moment of vulnerability, I’m keeping him at arm’s length.

But he can’t stay away, and even his kisses give my power a tiny oomph. Each morning he slips out, striding down the hall naked, to the delight of the animas leaving their rooms for breakfast. He never pushes me. Never demands anything other than my presence.

I’m actually starting to believe that he just wants… me.

It’s lucky that with Minnie’s absence I have some privacy to try and pleasure myself, but it’s real power I need to keep my shields up, and while my own orgasms are getting me by, I’m feeling worse and worse as each day passes. For forgetting to wear shoes, Lyle has me scrubbing communal toilets forthe week, and the bending over only makes the injury on my stomach hurt all the more.

Burn. Burn. Burn.

One morning, I hiss in pain as phantom fangs punch through my shields.

My father is relentless in his pursuit of me, and I know this is just the beginning of what he’s capable of. He doesn’t want to murder me through these attacks, but will gladly do serious damage. He wants me running scared back to him.

But I’ll die before I do that.

I’ve wrapped a layer of pilfered bandages around my stomach to protect them, but I just know they’ll be bleeding through now.

“What’s wrong?” Savage’s husky morning voice in my ear sends shivers down my spine. He brushes a strand of hair off my neck so he can go back to kissing the skin there, and I allow myself to let out a tiny whimper.

Savage’s head snaps up. It’s the first time I’ve responded with a noise to his kisses.

“Regina, baby, is this you letting me eat you out?” He looks at me with bright, excited eyes.

Fuck it. Fuck everything, including this pain.

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