Page 7 of Feral Mates
The blond brought his hand down several times, moving from side to side. The pain was intense, roaring through me like a firestorm, yet I was hypnotized by the other beasts’ eyes. They were reflective in the moonlight, darkness surrounded by a ring of shimmering gold. In the right light, they could appear to beglowing in an eerie shade of yellow. I should be terrified, but another wave of arousal caught me off guard.
The blond cracked his hand against my heated skin again and again, the force driving me into the log. Even though every part of my mind told me to continue fighting, the adrenaline continued to ebb away. I was drained and almost incoherent in my thoughts. Nothing made any sense, especially the way my body was reacting.
As if I wanted this.
No, that wasn’t possible.
The beast behind me took a deep breath, his exhale a scattered growl. When he brushed his hand between my legs, I was thankful my body reacted involuntarily. I clamped my legs shut and he grunted his dissatisfaction, yanking them apart until I was as exposed as I’d ever been.
Whatever sound he was making didn’t seem human, but when he clamped his hand against my pussy, all thoughts were lost. A tingle of desire trickled up my legs and suddenly, my core was molten lava.
There was no controlling my breathing, the raggedness and soft whimpers defying me.
With a dark chuckle, the blond swirled his finger around my clit and I bucked against him, instantly hating myself.
“Get off!” My cries were unheeded.
The monsters weren’t finished punishing me. The dark god thumped down on the log, instantly yanking me over his lap. With one hand wrapped around my waist, he held me in place as he resumed the horrible round of discipline.
I cried and squirmed as he developed a rhythm, the beat matching the rapid beating of my heart. As a single tear formed in my right eye, I closed both and frantically tried to shove aside anything but hate and anger.
There was no tenderness to the man even as his cock pressed against my stomach. I lifted my head, trying to push up from the log. That’s when I noticed the whiskey-haired brute had disappeared. I searched the forest although I wasn’t certain why. Maybe he’d grown bored. Maybe he’d come to his senses.
Yeah, right.
This was just the beginning of a horrible nightmare. The sharpness of my longing continued even though I did everything I could to push it way. I was panting, squirming against his shaft until I created a wave of friction that reduced the effects of anguish.
Yet the cracks of his hand continued. I finally lay limp, doing nothing more than breathing. Another whimper escaped. Slowly, deliberately he pressed his hand between my legs. I stiffened, now holding my breath as another unwanted yet exciting wave of sensations crisscrossed my entire body. He took a deep breath, rolling his thumb around my clit. Teasing me. Driving me crazy.
When he shoved two fingers in me, his sudden brutal penetration forced me to arch my back. Shit. Shit. I was so wet, the sound as he thrust long and deep boosting the crazed desire sweeping through me. I squirmed and tried to pitch myself free, but there was no getting away from him. My vision blurred and for a few seconds, I enjoyed the pleasure, falling into a sweet haze. Then I pounded my fist on his leg. My actions were met with yet another growl.
The bastard was trying to scare me. To hell with him.
Gentler than before, he eased me onto my feet, peering up at me as I tried to focus. The fighter in me came out and I cracked my hand across his face. In his surprise, he let me go. I bolted once again, but a rushing breeze brought the face and hard body of the whiskey-kissed man directly in front of me. Where had he come from?
He shook his head as if telling me I’d behaved badly.
Well, fuck him.
“Back away and you won’t be hurt.” The words just erupted from my mouth. I was shocked when he smiled as if sensing a joke. In response, he held up the reason he’d disappeared.
A twig.
It appeared as if he’d found something to cut into a switch, although the bark remained on half the slender piece of wood. I lifted my head, studying the hardness of his eyes, shocked to the very depths of my being as he pulled the stick into his mouth. He ripped at the bark with razor-sharp teeth, stripping away the pieces as if chewing on a hunk of beef jerky.
Swallowing, I realized the other two men were close behind, either watching or determined to keep me in line.
When he was finished with his horrible task, he took a single stride forward, fisting my hair and tugging me toward a huge tree. There was so little energy left in me I could no longer fight. When I was pitched face first against the solid maple, I gritted my teeth. They could spank me all they wanted, but I refused to give them the satisfaction of crying.
That just wasn’t what I was made of.
He dragged one arm over my head then the other until all I could do was hug the tree for comfort.
The sun-kissed brute moved from side to side as if determined to keep me on edge as the anticipation grew. I closed my eyes, ignoring him. Even feeling the weight of their stares, I had no clue what they really wanted other than to fuck me. Maybe they were escapees from a prison, although I didn’t remember there being one close by.
My thoughts were jumbled again as he cracked the switch across my backside. I jumped, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out. He didn’t waste any time, the snap of his wrist catching my attention as he added another welt to my buttocks and my upper thighs.
He also created more throbbing between my legs. I had to be delirious for my body to hunger for something so horrific.
