Page 12 of Savage Mates
I could almost hear the words whispered in my ear, his dark, husky voice continuing to make dirty promises. I could see myself acting out only to be disciplined like a bad little girl.
Moaning, I turned my head, pressing it against the pillow as the sensations became electric. Hot and wet all over, I licked my lips and imagined sucking on another man’s huge cock, swallowing every drop of his sweet cum as I was fucked by another. Maybe two men.
My pussy clenched and released and I could tell I was close to a climax. Seconds later, I jerked up from the bed as a powerful orgasm tore through me.
Sighing in satisfaction, I eased my hand free, tugging my shorts into position and turning over on my side away from the stream of moonlight. Maybe I’d have a filthy dream of beasts in the night.
They surrounded me. Three glorious naked men. All big and buff, their muscles gleaming in the moonlight. Their chiseled features and carved bodies created a wave of electric tingles sweeping through every muscle.
I studied them the way they were doing with me, but something ticked inside and my breath hitched. They were still dangerous, and why? Because they were lions, primal beasts. I took off running through the meadow, trying to escape before it was too late.
They made no sound, but I sensed they were there, ready to strike.
Hungering.
Soon I was out of breath. Moving behind a tree, I took several deep breaths, finally darting my head around the trunk.
Suddenly, I was snatched from my hiding place, dragged out into the open. Moonlight shimmered through the tall trees, highlighting the beasts as they surrounded me. I turned in a full circle, still taking gasping breaths. They were huge, standing at least six and a half feet tall. Almost instantly, I was intoxicated from their scent, musky and full of testosterone.
Their eyes gleamed, various hues utterly luminous. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t need to. I could tell what they wanted by the sound of their low-slung growls. Deep and penetrating.
Just like their eyes.
In a split second that didn’t seem real, my pajamas were ripped from my body and I was standing completely naked in front of them.
Just like they were.
Their eyes roamed every inch of my naked skin. I did the same, issuing a tiny moan from seeing all three were fully aroused.
Their cocks were long, thick, and throbbing.
I licked my lips involuntarily as my pussy throbbed, my core at least a thousand degrees. How could I be so turned on?
“What do you want?” I managed, loathing the breathy, terrified sound of my voice.
The dark one, the one with the most piercing eyes, answered as if for all of them.
“You, our mate.”
There was no time to respond or to try to comprehend the meaning before I was tossed over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. With utter stealth, they moved deeper into the forest, their quiet moves reminiscent of three powerful predators.
And I was their prey.
Only seconds later, the big brute thumped down on a fallen log. Instantly, I was tossed over his lap.
“What are you doing?”
The only answer was his brutal actions. He brought his hand down against my bottom, the force enough to strip the air from my lungs.
He repeated the horrible deed, cracking his palm on my other buttock.
Discomfort shifted to pain shooting down both legs, becoming more intense when he picked up the pace. Now, one smack ofhis hand came right after another, every swat making me cry out in agony.
I struggled in his hold, doing everything I could to free myself, but his grip was too tight. After a few more brutal smacks, I finally gave up trying to escape.
Every muscle ached, butterflies swarming my stomach, but even through the pain, my pussy continued to throb. I was hot and wet, my nipples aching, longing to be plucked.
And twisted.
