Page 20 of Feral Mates
“I… Can’t believe this. This isn’t real,” she whispered, yet I could hear every word, every syllable. “Okay, this is nuts. I’m talking to a group of wolves who could eat me for dinner. So, I’m just going to go back inside. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just…” She touched her lips, still swollen from being ravaged.
Her laugh was full of anxiety and she darted her eyes from one to the other of us while backing away slowly. Just before reaching the door, she exhaled. “Okay then. I’ll leave you alone.”
With that, she walked inside, slipping the lock into place as if that would prevent us taking what already belonged to us.
The other two crowded closer, their thoughts easy to read. They were the same as mine. Our connection had already grown stronger, almost as if we were one.
A shift was necessary, leaving the bodies we’d been born with, accepting the one that provided us with the ability to fulfill our desires.
The first time had been excruciating, my entire system ripped apart and put back together. Every muscle had ached, every bone stretched and reformed.
Lights.
Mental anguish.
Crippling fear.
Rapidly moving thoughts that were no longer mine.
Scientific formulas.
I closed my eyes as the shift took place. Where neither of us had been able to control the transition at first, we were beginning to comprehend how to better unleash our powers.
The earth vibrated beneath my feet, the anguish brief. Soon my vision cleared and I rose from the dirt onto two feet.
This time when I looked over at my companions, two men exuding strength and power, they nodded. Still no words were needed. Not between us.
But our mate would require reassurance.
That would come with time.
I stretched my back, rolling my neck from side to side. Even in my human form, her scent remained strong, sweet and light, a powerful aphrodisiac.
Need outweighed hunger.
Intense.
Focused.
We would take her as we’d done before. No one would ever touch her again.
As soon as we moved closer, her lingering scent was even stronger, filling my nostrils with an aroma that shocked the hell out of me. Tangy. Pungent.
What I was smelling didn’t make any sense. She was going into heat.
Not possible.
Not with humans.
Both of the other wolves were equally lost in the strange sensations, confused as to possibilities. It would seem everything I’d once believed as a wolf had been skewed.
My nostrils flared, my balls becoming heavy. And the ache in my cock was extremely painful.
The door was swung open and Savannah appeared once again. The knife remained in her hand, which she almost dropped the moment she saw the three wolves now standing as the men who’d ravaged her two nights before.
“What. The. Fuck. Is going on?” She swung the knife from one side to the other. “Who are you?” As soon as she posed the question, her expression appeared startled. “Whoa. I know who you are, at least by name. Someone gave you names. Didn’t they?”
We continued studying her, curious as to her reactions.
