Page 6 of Feral Mates
Think, girl. You need to get away. They will kill you.
After dragging my tongue across my bottom lip, I darted a glance to the side toward the water. With nothing to lose, I took off running again, ignoring the fear even as my body shook involuntarily. Every muscle ached as my feet pounded on the soft grass, the booming beat of my heart echoing in my ears.
Run. Keep running. Don’t stop.
The rush of adrenaline kept me going even while a dazzling and unwanted array of sensations kept me on edge. A strange sense of need furrowed inside, a feeling so strong I couldn’t think clearly. When my pussy clenched several times, I gritted my teeth. Nothing about this should be exciting.
A strong hand was wrapped around my arm and I was whisked off my feet, instantly spun around and driven against the hard body of the third dangerous creature. They were more primal than man. Thick whiskey-colored hair framed his chiseled face, but unlike the others, there was clear amusement in his expression. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing, glints of gold illuminated even in the darkness.
He released a deep, husky growl as he slowly lifted his head. My God, I was his feast for the night. I could feel his raging desire. I could sense his intention to ravage me.
Oh, hell, no. This wasn’t happening.
Yet even as I made the statement in my mind, a sickening feeling of desire formed in my stomach. How could I feel anything but horror and disgust?
“Let me go, you fucking bastard.” I slammed my fist against his chest. He didn’t budge an inch. Holy shit, the man was even larger than I’d thought. They were all gigantic, towering over me by a full foot. I tried to knee his balls, but he slid his other arm down my back, cupping my butt.
The other two flanked both sides and there was no mistaking the intensity of the lust burning in their eyes.
“Just let me go. Please.” I struggled with everything I had, managing to punch him under the jaw. When he dropped me, I scuttled backward, but the dark-haired god took a single stride forward.
After narrowing his eyes, he snagged my shirt in his long fingers. With a single snap of his hand, he ripped it completely away. Stunned, I watched in horror as he brought the material to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath.
“Wha… what do you want?”
They said nothing and the level of humidity made the air around me stifling.
When the blond brute approached, pushing his way toward the others, I jumped away by several feet, realizing I was skidding down the knoll toward the river. I took a tumble, dumped into the frigid water. The magical spell vanished and I leapt to my feet, refusing to become their prey.
My heart thundered, the echo continuing, but nothing was going to stop me. I threw everything I had into racing down the river’s bank several yards before turning toward the trees. This time my eyesight was keener than before and I managed to jump over fallen logs, ducking under low-lying limbs. The beautiful streamof moonlight highlighted my way and for a few seconds, I was almost euphoric with the hope that I’d get away.
The look in their eyes lingered in my mind even as I continued fighting to escape. I’d never seen any man like them, so perfect in creation they couldn’t be real.
Yet a series of sounds reminded me they were.
Intense growls permeated the darkness coming from all sides.
Seconds later they appeared, instantly creating a tight circle. How in the hell had they gotten to the other side of the river before me? I spun around three times as they closed the distance.
“Stay back!” I threw my arms out, willing them to disappear, but no amount of wishing would change what was about to happen. Every movement they made was predatory, the wild looks on their faces showing their pure need.
With every step closer, I was pulled into a dark place in my mind where sanity and reality were being eroded by a hunger so powerful I was crazed with desire.
I spun around again, catching every man in the eyes. They never blinked. Every move seemed calculated.
“Just… stay away from me.” My voice was no longer my own, the deep and throaty sound a tone I didn’t recognize. Up close, they were even more powerful in appearance. I’d never felt so small or vulnerable.
When they were only inches away, I tried with everything I had to fight them again, but it was no use. Exhaustion tore through me. Within seconds, the clothes were ripped from me.They weren’t gentle, their huge hands grasping at me like wild animals.
I punched and kicked even as the blond rubbed his hands down my sides, peering at me as if I was his next morsel. I managed to get in a brutal punch to his gut, but without hesitation he yanked me off my feet, tossing me over his broad shoulder as if I weighed nothing.
“Let me go. You’re not taking me.” No amount of pummeling against his back did anything. His long strides and heavy feet on the ground brought another set of vibrations. Even as he lowered me to my feet, I tried to scramble away only to be tossed over a gigantic fallen log. As the bark dug into my skin, I clawed at the surface, kicking my feet out.
What in the hell were they doing?
I found out seconds later when the blond beast brought his palm down against my bottom. What the hell? I was so jarred I squeaked, the sound so weak I was disgusted. This fucking son of a bitch was spanking me? Was he kidding?
As soon as I tried to push up from the wood, the dark-haired monster drove me down, placing his massive hand against the small of my back. I fought to arch my back, hissing as the whiskey-haired man planted his foot on the log, peering down at me with the same hungered leer. His jaw was clenched tightly, the look of amusement replaced with a stronger gaze of lust.
