Page 43 of Savage Mates
This wasn’t possible.
A twisted knot took the place of where my stomach should be, tightening to the point I had difficulty breathing. Images rushed through my mind, several from the dream I’d had days before.
Just as I sensed something happening between us.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
There was no amount of control left.
“What did I tell you about trying to escape, little human?” Thor asked as he lowered his head, sliding his finger under my chin and lifting it. “Now you’re going to pay the price for disobeying us.”
There was no chance of responding. I was suddenly tossed over his shoulder. He took long strides, moving through the jungle as if he owned the island.
As if they owned the island.
My thoughts were a rambling mess, but I knew instinctively the three of them were in charge. Of an army?
Or of a pride?
No, oh, hell no. I wasn’t going down that path. It was crazy. I was crazy.
The drug. That was it.
Yet being lightheaded around them had nothing to do with my condition and everything to do with their powerful prowess. Their scents. Their glorious bodies.
The air around us was thick, their combined scents swirling until I was filled with nothing but a sheer moment of utter intoxication. When he lowered his head another few inches, I pressed my hand against his chest and almost instantly, white-hot heat seared the tips of my fingers.
He strode into camp a little while later and that’s when I decided to pummel my hands against his back.
He didn’t budge. It was as if the man could feel no pain.
I lifted my head, scanning the camp, searching for anyone that could help me.
That’s when I saw something that let me know in no uncertain terms I was fucking losing my mind.
A naked man holding a cat. No… Not a cat. A cub. A lion cub.
I squeezed my eyes shut, taking gasping breaths while Zeus and Titus chuckled, the tone dark, a whisper of what was to come.
A door was kicked open and suddenly, I was dropped to my feet. Thor wasn’t very happy with me.
As if I cared.
After he slammed the door shut, I pushed hard against his chest, breaking the connection.
Thor stared down at me with sheer amusement. Then he wrapped one hand around my arm, the other around my throat as the other two surrounded me.
“Let go of me,” I insisted. His gaze was heavy, smoldering as he studied me. I didn’t need to be able to read his mind to capture his thoughts.
Or his raging desires.
He wanted me.
All of me.
And as crazy as it sounded, I wanted the same.
“Mmm… That’s just not going to happen.” He brushed his lips across mine, his chest rising and falling as he provided a single yet distinct sound.
