Page 67 of Savage Mates
Primal attraction.
Clinically stated, the term referred to the powerful, instinctual, and typically subconscious desire for someone that was rooted in basic biological and evolutionary drives.
A visceral yearning.
I certainly had that in spades around Zeus, Thor, and Titus.
Their names alone brought imagery of brutal savages in the wild, foraging successfully for food then returning to the cave to ravage their mate.
The thought brought continual shivers.
Every time I glanced in their direction, I promptly forgot how to breathe for a few seconds.
The fact my pussy continued to throb was a testament to the intensity of my body’s reaction.
And the fact that over the last twelve hours, I’d been fucked several times by not one, but three wildly well-endowed men.
Who just happened to be lions.
As the majestical beings, all three were stunning, but as men…
As men they were chiseled gods. Striking. Commanding.
Thick hair that I wanted to do nothing more than run my fingers through.
Huge muscles that gave the understanding of their brute strength.
Glistening eyes that demanded acquiescence.
If they walked into a room wearing suits, they’d command not just the room, but would find themselves surrounded by women who would be happy to do their bidding.
Only they weren’t in expensive Armani. They were completely naked and thoroughly comfortable being that way.
Me? I was still floating on some crazy cloud, a sexual fog that left me tingling all over.
Even the way the three of them were looking at me left no room for imagination.
They craved ravaging every inch of my body all over again.
Was it ridiculous to want the same when I needed to figure out what to do next and if there was a way out of this nightmare?
“How did you get your names?” My question came out of the blue, but I was curious. The names were too rugged, too romantic.
I’d seen them sharing a look among each other several times. I certainly didn’t need to be a scientist to know they were communicating with each other mentally. Right now, it was slightly annoying since my lion whisperer wasn’t awake yet. Certainly not like the connection I’d experienced with Jonas as a child.
“And don’t do that,” I said in passing.
“Do what, little mate?” Thor asked.
“First of all, I’m not completely convinced I’m your mate. Second, it’s frustrating that the three of you are talking with each other while keeping me out of the loop. Speak out loud.”
Zeus snorted. “She doesn’t understand her place.”
“No, she doesn’t,” Titus agreed. “Perhaps she’ll need another lesson.”
I decided to allow the moment to slide. “Answer the question. Pretty please.”
Thor leaned back, eyeing me curiously.
