Page 11 of Feral Mates
The blond brute tensed, his body jerking and within seconds a deep roar rumbled all around us. Another man filling me with his seed.
I was given no time to think or try to escape before I was swept up by the dark-haired man. He lifted me into his arms, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips. He was much darker, even more dangerous than the others, so I wasn’t shocked when a slow smirk crossed his face. He was enjoying this. The taunting. The teasing.
The possessiveness.
I clenched my knees against him as if I could truly stop him from what he was about to do. He snorted before lifting me with ease, bringing me down swiftly and directly over his big, fat cock. The moment he filled me, I threw my head back, my mouth open. I was so sensitive, tiny firecrackers going off from the crazy pleasure.
He fisted the back of my neck, forcing me to look him directly in the eyes. His hold wasn’t just possessive. It was something else, something much darker. I pressed my hand against his chest as he fucked me, trying to understand why there was any connection between the four of us at all.
I didn’t know these men. I’d never seen them before, yet it felt as if we were old friends.
Or perhaps something even stronger.
He thrust with deep, methodical pulses, jutting his hips forward with ease. There was no fighting him, but not because I couldn’t. My lack of response was because I didn’t want to. The moment was far too pleasurable.
I could feel his cock swelling, stretching me. Panting, I dared tangle my fingers in his hair and the instant I did, a climax rolled through me. So unexpected. So intense. My cry was loud and proud and I could swear all the night creatures were scuttling away in fear. The thought almost brought a laugh.
Only when the pulsing sensations died did the tension mount between us. The cords on the sides of his neck were pulsing, strained from the exertion. His jaw was clenched, a low and husky rumble erupting from deep within his chest.
Seconds later, his body convulsed yet his grip on me remained firm.
As he erupted deep inside, I felt nothing but pure euphoria.
Almost as if this was meant to be.
CHAPTER 4
Savannah
Softness tickled my skin, warm and inviting.
Mmm…
Shifting, I stretched out an arm, my fingers touching something hard. Stifling a yawn, I brushed a single finger back and forth. Hard and smooth. As another tickling sensation floated across my face, prickles formed on my arms, forcing me to open my eyes.
What the fuck?
The scent of damp grass, moss, and something intensely earthy startled my senses.
I blinked several times until the object nestled under my hand came into focus. A rock. Wha-at? Very slowly I lifted my head, allowing my eyes to drift across several feet. Now all I could see were trees and grass. Lots of dense foliage.
What in God’s name was going on?
Every action deliberate, I tried to collect my thoughts and the last memory I had.
I’d been at the laboratory. I’d left late.
A flat tire then…
Three. Savage. Men.
Now I jerked up taking gasping breaths, swinging my head from side to side as a noise captured my attention. The sound of running water. I tipped my head over my shoulder, catching sight of a river.
Even after swallowing several times, a lump remained in my throat. That was no match for the twisted knot in my stomach. I pressed my hands onto the thick grass, pushing up from the ground as the world tilted around me. Every muscle ached and my pulse quickened to the point my heart was thudding in my chest.
As soon as I turned over, easing into a sitting position, a rush of discomfort swept across my bottom.
Images began tearing at my mind as I tried to process what I was envisioning. Hulking shadows under the moonlight. Huge hands touching me. Lips devouring my mouth. Fingers invading my…
