Page 8 of Feral Mates
The agony lingered as he continued the switching, yet the building heat was deep within my pussy even more than across my aching bottom.
There was a moment I was certain the spanking would go on forever, but he pulled away seconds later. Another wave of silence forced me to open my eyes. His scowl of arrogance drove away the fear, replacing it with another rush of pure rage. As if sensing what I was feeling and planning, he shook his head. Was he kidding me? Did he honestly believe I’d surrender so easily?
He moved behind me, his chest rising and falling. I shuddered once again and tilted my head over my shoulder. What was he going to do?
He rolled his fingers down my spine, taking his time while his head dropped to match his slowly wandering fingers. Whenhe pressed the switch between my legs, I stiffened, a whimper unavoidable. He rubbed the piece of wood back and forth, pressing it between my swollen folds. I threw my head back, gritting my teeth, completely embarrassed I was so wet.
Every breath he took was labored. Several seconds passed, the quietness settling between them much worse than having them chase after me. The weight of their stares was heavy. I also sensed their rush of thoughts and wants, carnal needs that were overwhelming. Why was it possible I could almost read their minds? That wasn’t possible and something I’d never experienced before.
The moment of humiliation was over and he turned me around to face them. I remained against the tree, shifting my hate-filled gaze from one to the other. The awkwardness was palpable. I lowered my arms while fisting my hands.
“You can’t keep me here.” There was utter defiance in my voice, the tone unable to mask the anger scorching every nerve ending.
I watched as the three of them looked from one to the other without saying a word. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were communicating with each other in utter silence. The brute holding the switch pulled it under his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes never left mine.
He handed it off to the blond who brought the switch closer, giving a short sniff before dragging his long tongue down the length by several inches.
I wasn’t certain whether to be shocked or appalled.
Cringing, I waited as the dark-haired man with eyes darker than the others yanked the twig into his hand. He snapped it into two pieces, tossing one aside then shoving the other few inches intohis mouth. As he crunched down on the wood, I felt my mouth dropping open.
What the fuck was he doing? Were these savage creatures men or beasts?
When he was finished chewing, he nodded to the other two and took determined steps toward me. I wasn’t certain what to expect and held my breath, waiting like a good little girl.
Perhaps my patience was rewarded because he spoke a single word in a deep, gruff, and overtly sexual tone.
“Ours.”
CHAPTER 3
Savannah
Ours…
The single syllable rumbled through my mind the way his deep voice vibrated through my body, pulsing with primal hunger. I suddenly realized they hadn’t spoken before. Not a word. Perhaps I’d been focused on the hunt and their capture of me. Either way, I wasn’t certain what I’d heard was correct.
“What did you say?” Maybe I’d been dreaming or imagining things. Maybe I’d fallen off the deep end, but I certainly hadn’t heard correctly what he’d said. “I don’t think so.”
Another wave of silence was only abated by the rustle of leaves in the trees. His eyes continued to penetrate mine, the corners of his upper lip curling. I couldn’t tell if it was out of amusement at my reaction or his own defiance at my retort.
They stood like beasts of the night, their power even more provocative than before. I’d been around plenty of men in my life, yet these three brutes were different. Savages. More likeanimals. An eerie feeling created goosebumps tickling my skin, my mouth dry as a bone. Wild thoughts captivated my mind the way they’d captured me.
Beasts in the wild.
Wolves.
No, that wasn’t scientifically possible. I was simply losing a part of my sanity, my imagination getting the better of me.
The silence was unnerving as hell and when I quickly glanced to the side as I tried to figure out what he meant, he took one step in the same direction. It was his way of telling me not to bother trying to escape.
My bottom was still on fire and every shift I made reminded me they were true savages.
“I know you speak English. You do realize the authorities will be looking for you. I don’t know what prison you escaped from, but you can’t keep me.”
My words seemed to infuriate him, the deep rumble in his chest irritating since they weren’t inclined to offer an explanation.
One of the others rumbled a slow, husky growl. Was he trying to scare me? I wanted to push his buttons, calling his bluff, but reminded myself I was in a dire predicament.
