Page 23 of Feral Mates
CHAPTER 7
Savannah
Oh, my God.
The blade pierced Apollo’s skin, drawing blood. I was horrified, my mind still lost in processing what was happening. There was no rulebook for how to handle being faced with bloodthirsty wolves one second then desire-driven naked men the next.
Men who defied all odds, perfect specimens of lean muscles and clenched jaws.
Apollo with his dark hair and intense eyes had captured me from second one.
Kai, his hair more white than blond, had aristocratic features as if he were Scandinavian in heritage.
And Roman with his sun-kissed skin and muscles formed as if from hard labor had eyes that burned a hole directly in my soul.
All three created for absolute dominance and pure sin.
I’d felt the earth’s vibrations, had experienced the slight rush of pain all three had felt when transitioning.
The momentary explosion of sensations had torn through me, crippling my mind and I’d felt anxiety for what they were going through, wishing I could stop their pain.
Maybe that’s why I’d rushed back onto the porch only to lose faith in all that I’d once believed. What was in front of me couldn’t be true.
Perfection.
The moonlit night hadn’t done them justice. In the daylight, they were unlike any men I’d ever seen before.
Beautiful.
Buff.
Rugged.
Gods.
They were different yet the same, predators preparing to take what they’d laid claim to.
I should be terrified, yet the anxiousness was slowly fading, leaving only the rush of excitement, wetness soaking my panties.
The trickle of blood slipped so slowly down his massive chest that I was mesmerized. My hand began to shake as the horror of what I’d done finally settled in.
Before I had a chance to reflect any further, Apollo ripped the knife from my hand, tossing the weapon aside and taking the final step onto the porch.
I had no ability to breathe, no chance at finding my voice to scream before Kai and Roman surrounded me in a tight circle.
I’d seen glowing eyes. I’d heard snarls and growls. I’d felt their hunger as wolves and now as men. They reeked of dominance, their masculine scents wrapped in musk and the forest.
Natural.
Provocative.
My nipples ached, the longing an even more explosive wave of heat than I’d felt two nights before.
When I finally blinked, forced to focus again, I realized the blood had dried and there was no sign of an injury. Not even a tiny prick. How in the hell was that possible? I racked my brain for any sense of scientific reasoning. There was none that made any sense, just like what I’d already witnessed.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kai said from beside me.
“There are a lot of things I shouldn’t have done.” Like leaving the safety of my apartment. Why did I have the distinct feeling even if I’d locked myself inside, at some point they would have found me?
