Page 12 of Feral Mates
And they’d spanked me.
Hold on. Hold the fuck on.
My fingers punched through the grass as I lifted my pelvis, twisting enough I caught a quick glimpse of a portion of my bottom.
My reddened bottom.
There were stripes; while faint, I could still see them.
Oh, this was not good at all.
Shivering, I folded my arms and as I tried to rationalize what was going on, I realized I wasn’t wearing my shirt. I dragged my tongue across my parched lips, realizing they were swollen as if they’d been ravaged for hours. That wasn’t the worst part.
A quick look confirmed I was completely naked, mud caked between my toes.
Goosebumps immediately peppered my skin as I tried to control my breathing. It was futile. Fear tore through me as more vivid imagery flitted back and forth.
Three men had… They’d taken me. It was as if they’d claimed me.
Like feral animals.
The thought was ridiculous.
Right?
I scanned the area, listening for any other sounds. Like primal beasts waiting for me to awaken.
A subtle snort pushed past my lips as I held out my arms searching for any injuries. They were covered in light scratches, but nothing too severe. I made certain I could move both legs before I tried to stand. Still wobbly, I turned in a full circle, barely able to keep myself aloft.
Seeing nothing, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But even as I did so, I had a feeling, the creepy-crawly sixth sense kind that screamed silently that I was being watched.
From all sides.
Eyes peering at me.
I turned around in another circle, searching the trees, but couldn’t see anything but shades of green and brown. Maybe I’d been dreaming.
Then why was I naked and sore?
Maybe I was losing my mind.
Whatever was going on I’d worry about later. I needed to get the hell out of here. The only trouble was that I wasn’t certain where I was.
Another memory surfaced, of being chased through the woods by primal monsters. Hair stood up on the back of my neck, which prompted me to get my ass moving. I wasn’t going to solve the mystery here. I’d need to follow my instincts.
As insane as it sounded.
There was no other choice.
With my breath labored from fear and uncertainty, I tried to recognize anything. Anything at all. Other than the river, every tree looked the same. The only thing I could do was to make a choice. I took off walking, carefully avoiding the fallen sticks and rocks.
I’d been walking for at least five minutes when another prickling sensation tickled the back of my neck. Stopping short, I pressed my hand against a huge oak tree and slowly looked over my shoulder.
Um… Were those amber eyes?
Cinching my eyes shut, I willed the near panic to fade.
