Page 118 of Savage Mates
There was just the four of us.
She stood with her eyes open wide, a sensual smile on her face.
Taunting us.
Hungering for us.
Her thoughts mingling with ours.
Want.
Need.
Thor captured her mouth, yanking her against him, both the man and the beast possessive as hell. He thrust his tongue inside. As soon as he did, both Zeus and I crowded close. We would not be denied. Her nipples were hard diamonds, the color the perfect shade of rose.
My mouth watered from the thought of pulling one through my teeth, biting down until she cried out in pain.
He rolled one hand over her shoulder, tangling his fingers in her hair. His thoughts were as insatiable as mine.
The air was one of desperate needs, dense and thick, ripe with uncontrollable desire.
We couldn’t take waiting any longer, touching her. Stroking her.
I cracked my palm against her bottom. I could tell the single smack brought both excitement and pain. She hungered for more.
Without hesitation, I gave her what she needed,, one coming right after another.
She moaned into the kiss, pushing hard against Thor’s chest. There was no doubt she was longing for more, her ass thrust out for my tingling hand. Her delicious scent of desire lingered in the cave mixing with the heavy dose of testosterone erupting from the three of us.
I gave her four more savage cracks. The heat in my fingertips was incredible, my needs more crazed than before. Breathless, she pushed away from Thor, gasping for air.
“Our little mate needs constant discipline,” Zeus growled, his voice rumbling.
“Never,” she challenged.
“Then we give her what she needs,” I said, laughing darkly.
My lion roared to the surface, longing to be set free. Not this time. Today I wanted to remain very human so I could take what I wanted.
We stroked her, caressing her soft skin.
We kissed her, long and deep.
We tasted her, every single inch.
And one by one, we fucked her, filling her tight holes as the predators she knew us to be and the men she craved.
Zeus claimed her pussy, his massive cock filling her. Moans escalated in the cave, her sounds fueling us.
Pushing us.
We were manic, incapable of stopping. The sounds were primal, hungry grunts and growls mixing with her continuous moans and soft whimpers.
Hunger refusing to be denied, I pushed Zeus away, my needs even more insatiable than the others. When I thrust my cock inside her sweet pussy, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. The hold was possessive, reminding her that no matter what happened, she would always belong to us.
More touching.
More tasting.
