Page 18 of Her Vicious Beasts: The Beginning
The mating mark on her neck glows in the night, as if it’s happy to see us and the sight of it has me choked up. I’ve been looking for that mark my entire life. How the fuck didn’t I see it before now? And her scent… by the gods, it’s like a drug for me and all I can do is close my eyes and savour it.
I knew she’d smell delicious. Like cupcakes and vanilla and strawberries. I really do want to devour her whole.
She must sense us because her eyes fly open and she blinks up with those blue eyes I want to drown in.
Her hand stays between her legs as she whispers in confusion. “What the…”
I look around and see the other males are motionless, probably dealing with their hard-ons or shock or whatever. But I’m ready for action, as always. I practically leap forward, half wanting to replace my hand with hers, half wanting to show her I’m not a pervert. But her scent is too strong for me to resist. With my heart pounding like a mad drum, I lean over her and whisper, “Lia? You’ve let out a siren call to your mates. That’s why we’re all here.”
Chapter 13
Aurelia
In my dream, my room is full of shadows, but I’m not scared at all. If anything, these dark figures are a comfort.
I’m so horny I could burst. It’s come over me hard and strong, a sweeping desire tumbling through me like a tsunami, waves of lust making me want to spread my legs as wide as they will go.
And then one of the shadows steps forward and I recognise his wolfish face straight away. Savage. Looking down at me with such burning desire. I thank my lucky stars that my subconscious has given me exactly what I need right now. The mating mark on his neck glows bright and sharp. Eagerly, I reach for him.
“Come here, Savage,” I say longingly, without any shame at all because that’s the one benefit of this not being real. He hesitates and my voice takes on a sensual whisper. “Please?”
Thank all the gods he doesn’t need any more encouragement, because he falls into my arms and captures my lips with his. His skin is hot through my nightie and I arch into his hard muscles. He groans, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, devouring me as if he’s been waiting an entire lifetime to do this. He tastes me and I allow him access to everything he wants, curling my legsaround him. He breaks our kiss, leaving my head spinning as he runs his tongue down my neck and over my mating mark.
This is perfect. So bloody perfect, and exactly what I need.
“Oh gods,” I moan, and my voice makes his movements frantic. “I need you inside me.”
“Lia,” he groans against my neck as if my voice pains him but his hand finds my breast and squeezes gently.
What a fucking wonderful dream, but I’ll have to thank myself later as I hiss again. Savage pulls down the top of my nightie to lick my nipple, sweeping his hand down the length of my body, leaving flames where his skin touches mine. He hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them gently down. Drawing away from me, he quickly drags my underwear down my legs, and then he’s back on top of me, grinding an impossibly hard erection into my centre with his jeans still on.
I’m so fucking happy about this. I might not be able to have my mates in real life—but in dreamland? It’s the next best thing.
I make a sound of dissatisfaction. This isn’t fast enough. My anima wants him naked between my legs. I need all of him, all ofthemlike my life depends on it.
The other shadows around us seem to darken, and I glance at our onlookers. I can just make out four broad shapes but no details—as if they don’t want to step forward and be known just yet. I find that I don’t mind being watched, though. If anything, it gives a kick to my desire. Let them see. Let them all see what their regina looks like when she needs them.
They are my mates and Iwantthem to be here and see me naked and in pleasure.
“Eyes on me, princess,” Savage growls jealously. The raw hunger in his eyes is enough to set me tingling and I’m mesmerised by his desire. This pure, hungry predator who wants to devour me whole. He says darkly, “I want to be inside you while you squirm.”
I gasp as he slips his hand between my legs and groans deep in his throat. He closes his eyes in pleasure, fingers exploring my wet core. I wriggle around him and he chuckles before plunging a finger inside of me.
I let out a strangled moan, arching my back and spreading my legs wider for him, a silent command to go deeper. I reach for his arm, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles flexing. He grins down at me, and then presses his lips against mine. I kiss him excitedly, holding his face, feeling his rough scruff under my fingers.
My anima keens for more and I must say it out loud because he whispers against my lips, “Greedy princess, wanting more. You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You want all of us fucking you until you can’t scream anymore, don’t you?” His fingers plunge in and out of me to the beat of his words, and I can only writhe as tendrils of warm, dizzying pleasure ripple through me like the most delicious summer wind.
“Yes, Savage,” I moan. “I want it all.”
“Say please.”
My eyes fly open and I find his eyes dark and serious. He reaches up and pulls my hair tie from my hair, already loose from my writhing, and puts it on his own wrist. “So beautiful,” he breathes. “Now say please.”
I bite my lip as he makes slow strokes inside of me, his thumb brushing delicious circles over my clit. How I want this to be real. How much I want to please him. So I say it with lusty relish, “Please, Savage.”
He plunges a second finger into me, and I whimper at the stretch. He increases his speed, the wet sounds of my own pussy winding me tighter and tighter, pushing me over the edge. I burst into a thousand pieces, screaming out his name as he buries his face in my neck and groans. I gush all over his fingers and he wrings every last moment of pleasure from me. He pullsaway and I look up at him with a half-lidded gaze, his hazel eyes hungry, his beautiful lips parted. Even in my dreams, my mate made sure I got what I needed. It makes my anima flutter with happiness.
I sigh in satisfied pleasure, but then Savage is suddenly off me, standing next to my bed. Without taking his eyes off mine, he raises his fingers and puts them straight into his mouth, closing his eyes as if savouring the taste. I stare at his mouth in awe.
