Page 67 of Her Rabid Beasts

“Yes,” I whisper.

A wicked grin spreads across his lips before his wolf comes out to play. I know it by the way his pupils dilate and the air around him becomes charged with wild, feral intensity. Adrenaline courses through my blood and my anima keens with glee.

Savage trails kisses down my arm as he slides down my body. My top has ridden up just below my stomach wounds, andhe kisses me just above my sleep shorts, sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

I hiss at the tingle that spreads into my core. “Oh Goddess.”

Savage growls, hooking his fingers into my shorts and gently tugging them down and throwing them aside. “I’ve waited so long for this, princess. You made me waitsofuckinglong.”

I flop on my back to give him permission, spreading my legs for him. Those bloody vibrators never had me this excited. I’m already?—

“So wet, regina,” he says in awe. Were you thinking about me?” His eyes darken as they look up at me from between my legs. “You better have been.”

Him and Lyle and Scythe. Maybe Xander too.

Over my underwear, he runs a finger down the seam of me and I cry out, arching my back.

“So reactive,” he says in wonder. “And what about if I do this?” He presses his lips and nose to my sex, inhaling deeply. “Wild Mother.” He groans into me and grabs the top of my panties and rips them in two.

“Savage!” I say in protest, looking at the torn pink cotton.

“Don’t,” he growls in that deep guttural voice of his wolf, his pupils now covering his irises completely. The hairs on the back of my arms stand on end and I’m in a dazed sort of shock as a stare at him.

“Let me eat from you,” he growls. “Let medevouryou.”

The breathy whisper is out of my mouth before I even think. “Do it.”

He blinks as he registers the words before his eyes slide back down to my core, completely open to him.

Closing his eyes like he’s savouring this moment, he surges forward, tongue stroking gently first. His large hands grip my thighs as he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” I cry.

This is better than I ever could have dreamed.

My power is surging already, all butpurringas Savage serves me with his lips, and his tongue swirling sweet circles over my most delicate places. He’s inquiring, but demanding, as if he’s trying to learn all the parts of me and committing them to memory. Tendrils of pleasure rise up through my legs into my stomach and I’m in a golden haze within seconds.

“Regina,” he groans into my pussy, and the vibration of his voice is a sweet tingle through my core.

I swear out loud and he makes a sound of approval. Burying my hands in his dark waves, I get lost in the feel of him, finally,finally, giving my anima and I what we’ve always wanted. My hips move in small circles, grinding against his face as liquid pleasure rises in spirals from my very centre. From this moment on, there’s no way I’m going to look at his lips and think of anything else.

There is no way I could havereplacedhim with mechanical toys.

I look down at him and his eyes flick up to me, those pupils burning with need. He laps noisily at my swollen clit before sucking that tender nub and growling deep.

My back bows and I cry his name, pulling on his hair like they’re reins and I explode onto his face. He’s relentless, moving with me, almost chasing me as I grind against his moving tongue, wringing out each and every shockwave of utter, delicious pleasure.

It’s golden, when my power rises like a mountain spring being refilled from beneath. I feel his power trickling into me from where we’re connected, like Savage is opening up to me and giving me what I need on a deeper level.

So this is what it’s like to befilledby your mate.

I lie there in wonder, panting, as Savage gently gives me gentle, sweet kisses across my labia, then my clit.

I shiver as he lays his head on one of my thighs, his eyes half lowered.

“I’m drunk on your pussy,” he whispers up at me, the entire lower half of his face glistening. “Irefuseto move from here.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to,” Minnie pipes as she prances into our room. “We have class soon. Titus and I…” She blushes and shrugs at us as if Savage isn’t lying between my legs. “We did a similar thing this morning.” She’s beaming to herself, sighing dreamily. “He never goesdownon me, per se, but he’s great in bed.”

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