Page 15 of Her Vicious Beasts: The Beginning
“Just a minute,” I say, keeping my eyes on the cold shark before me.
His eyes flick down to the pants, andeverso slightly, he cocks his head.
I take this minuscule movement as a sign I’m doing the right thing, so I levitate the bubble shield with the pants inside of it just in front of me.
The shark shifts in his chair.
Of course, being more than feral, Savage has preternatural instincts and notices something is up straight away, sticking his head as far as he can out of his own cell bars. “What’s that?” he asks, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.
I levitate my little sphere through the bars of Scythe’s cell and then I realise that I’ve not thought this through.
Scythe’s eyes move from the pants to me as they levitate awkwardly in front of him. Clearing my throat, I steel myself and use a skill I don’t often have to resort to.
It takes a fair bit of concentration, but I manage to make another shield in the shape of my hand and use that to manipulate the material. Lowering them to the ground, my phantom hands hold them out by the elastic waistband by his feet.
I glance back up at him, holding my breath. But then he lifts his feet. I almost sigh in relief as I hoist the pants onto his feet and pull them up his calves and knees, noting the intricate tattoos there. I swear when I reach his thighs, though, not knowing how we’re going to do this.
But the chains around his arms must not be super tight because Scythe lifts himself off the chair, and quickly, I pull the pants up and over his lap. I let go before I touch his skin… or dick with my phantom hands.
With the track pants on, he looks back up at me with absolutely no change in his face. I suppose he likes them if he let me put them on?
Trying not to think about it, and satisfied by this small success, I turn away and go to sit down in my usual spot between Savage and Scythe’s cells.
I look at my steel door, releasing a breath as I turn towards Savage.
“What did you give my brother?” the wolf asks quietly, his handsome face serious.
Clearing my throat, I say softly, “A bit chilly in here, isn’t it? I got him track pants.”
A look I cannot interpret shoots across his face, but in a flash, it’s gone.
Savage says in a voice quite unlike his usual flirty one, “A little bit less now though, princess.”
I say nothing and close my eyes, suddenly struggling to concentrate on my patient.
Savage’s voice regains its flirty attitude, and he says, “I think princess likes us, boys.” I know he’s grinning from ear to ear, and though it takes everything in me not to open my eyes and look at him, I can’t help the smile that creeps across my own lips. The anima in me is a wanton thing because a wild heat sweeps through my insides at the pleasure I hear in his voice.
I clamp that shit down for all I’m worth because there is no way I can let it show.
Chapter 11
Aurelia
When the hour is done, I’m happy with the amount of progress I’ve made with my patient. I had to lower one of my inner, heavier shields at the end to get a boost of energy to push through, but it was worth it. With Savage and Scythe on either side of me, I don’t feel like I’m in danger in this dungeon right now. I open my eyes and crack my neck with a groan.
I turn to find Savage watching me, his eyes half lidded. He seems to snap out of some reverie because his face comes alive. He gives me a slow, hot smile, and I can’t help but notice how pretty his lips are.
He turns his head to scratch the right side of his neck with a dirty, bloodied hand and I still in shock as tsunami like force hits me in the gut. Everything in my universe narrows down to that single piece of Savage’s skin.
Because sitting there is a golden, glowing symbol. A skull with five beams of light shooting out from it.
Mymating symbol.
Savage pulls out a red foil lump from his pocket and I realise he’s saved half the Hershey’s Kiss from yesterday. He puts the rest of it in his mouth and savours it as I stare at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks around the chocolate.
It takes a monumental effort to move my head from side to side to shake it. “Nothing.”
