Page 10 of Her Vicious Beasts: The Beginning
I eye him for a moment, getting a better look at him in the new light. There’s dirt smeared on a bare muscular torso so ripped I know at once he’s been bred for fighting. I’ve been to enough illegal fights to know the feral, bloodthirsty, I-eat-beasts-for-fun look. I wonder when he’s last had a shower as I note the sheen of sweat glistening over the wolf tattoo spanning his muscular chest. I can clearly see now that his earring is a black stud, a gem of some sort. His smile widens as it becomes very obvious that I’m checking him out, so I turn my head away from him in arrogant dismissal.
Clearly my anima takes over because even without looking at him, I’m flirting back. “Beak’s got big muscles,” I say, pushing my ponytail over my shoulder. “What do you have?”
From my periphery, he scoffs, then pouts. “I have pretty eyes, though, don’t you think?”
I don’t look at him as I sit down in my cross-legged position. “Yeah, they’re alright, I suppose.”
He gasps in mock offence, and I have to refrain from grinning outright. This is all because of my dud of a vibrator from yesterday. IknewI should have broken into my savings to get a new one. My own fingers only did so much with an appetite like mine and I can’t very well be flirting with the prisoners. I blink at the steel door, wondering what the wolf has done to displease Halfeather enough to land himself here.
“Give me ten seconds with Beak,” comes that angry molten voice in the cell opposite the wolf’s. “And I’ll fuck him to high hell.”
“You’ll fuck him?” the wolf jeers. “With your big dragon dick? He’ll be sore for days.”
There’s a bloody dragon in here too?! Why hasn’t his rich daddy pulled him out?
But the dragon drawls, “Not with my dick, you idiot. With my claws. His pretty face won’t be a face anymore.”
“I’d take him out in two seconds,” the wolf says, sighing as if thinking about a wonderful fantasy. “What I’d give fortwoseconds.”
Animalia males measure dicks whenever they get together like this. Especially when females are about. I suppose they haven’t been around females in a while if they’re peacocking formeright now.
I can’t help thinking that, whatever they’ve done, this whole thing is wrong. And leaving them without proper hygiene? Or clothes? It’s inhumane. I’ve seen feral animalia treat their subordinates better in their forest communes.
I sigh and glance at the wolf still standing at the bars, staring down at me. Both males have quieted their bickering.
My anima is moving my mouth for me because I’m mad enough to ask in a low voice, “What’s your name?”
He grins, his eyes brightening. They’re hazel, I note, a swirl of delicious greens and browns that remind me of dangerous, ancient forests and they beckon to me with the call of a wild song. But he ruins it and says, “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
I roll my eyes, scoffing at his choice of wording and turn away back to my charge behind the door. I have one hour and I need to get as much done as I can. I close my eyes.
“Savage,” he blurts out. “My name is Savage.”
Chapter 7
Savage
The moment this woman stumbled into my dungeon like some angel floating through the gates of heaven, I’d thought I was hallucinating. Or dying.
Lightning had buzzed all around me, waking me up, and all at once I’d felt a hurricane of desire flood my veins. I had wanted to run my fingers through all that long silky raven hair, touch her cheek and see how soft it was. I had wanted to pull her into my cage and bury my nose between her legs.
I had also wanted to rip out Halfeather’s throat for standing so close to her. And today, she’d come in with Beaky and Scuffy, all flirty and smiley, and I vowed to tear out their feathers and wear them as a coat.
I forget all of that right now as she glances at me again with those long, dark lashes fluttering over impossibly blue eyes and I feel something stir deep inside my cock.
Understandable, since I’ve not been in contact with a woman for a gods damned long time.
“Lia,” she says quietly, as though she’s wondering why she’s telling me at all.
Ah, me and my charms loosened her tongue sure enough. It was only a matter of time.
“Lia.” I taste her name, sounding out the letters and wondering how they would sound in a moan as I came inside of her. “What’s it short for?”
She hesitates, but gives it to me because she can’t resist. “Aurelia.”
Perfect. Pretty. Angelic. A name I could get tattooed where everyone could see it.
It’s also a unique name. I’d have no trouble finding her once I get out of here. She turns away from me once again and I lick my lips at her stunning side profile, wanting her to show me her blue ocean eyes again. I can’t see him, but Scythe growls at me softly from the cell on Lia’s other side—a warning.
