Page 21 of Feral Mates
With a shaky hand, she pointed toward me first. “Apollo.” Very slowly she turned her head toward the arctic wolf. “Kai.” And finally, she shifted toward the wolf who’d come the furthest, his powerful stance equaled by his prowess. “Roman.”
I lifted my head, nodding once. She was correct that the monsters at the facility where we’d been imprisoned had named us. And yes, I’d been right about our connection.
The four of us. It was very strong and getting even stronger.
“Oh, my God. How did I know that?” she whispered.
“Because we are connected,” Roman answered.
She was startled by his answer.
“Holy crap. You can speak. I thought I’d hallucinated. Does that mean you three can communicate with each other? I mean without talking?”
“Yes,” I answered.
She shook her head several times. “How?”
“The only way I can describe the ability is as if we are merged.”
“Merged,” she repeated, looking away briefly. “With a single lifeform. God. I was right. I can’t believe it.”
Even though she seemed pleased, I also knew she was confused. However, I sensed her inner resolve, a strength that defied what her mind was processing. In addition, I could read her thoughts. A laboratory. A scientific experiment that had been going on for months. A breakthrough based on something she’d done. The explanation made sense given how the three of us knew things, human aspects that had nothing to do with primal instincts.
“Wait a minute. Hold on. That’s impossible. I’m not a mind reader. But I do. What do you want?” She blinked several times.
Her heart was fluctuating, thrumming rapidly.
Kai swept his gaze to her boots and back to her face. “We want you.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Her eyes darted between us as she lifted her blade. She was a feisty little thing.
I’d seen her the first time when I was in wolf form, yet I’d understood her beauty even then. Famished two nights before, I’d been lost in the haze of lust, incapable of concentrating on her exquisite features.
She was a magnificent creature. Long blonde hair hung low on her back, woven into a thick braid. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, shimmering in the glint of sunshine streaming in through the forest. And her voluptuous breasts were the perfect fit in my large hands.
My mouth watered from the thought of sucking on her rosy nipples. Of being suffocating by them.
Sinking my cock deep inside her tight pussy.
The ache inside increased, driven by relentless hunger.
Her jaw was clenched, her eyes flashing from uncertainty while her mind continued to process what she’d seen and experienced.
She took a step forward, drawn by the same desire, yet fearful she’d lose control.
“Tell me what that means,” she demanded.
“That means you are our mate,” I told her.
A tense moment passed where her eyes first opened wide and she placed her hand across her mouth, rewarding us with a single gasp. That was followed by utter denial then finally fury. Yes, her blood was boiling.
“Mate? Um, sorry. Not interested. And our mate? As in the three of you?” She pointed from one of us to the other.
“Yes,” Roman answered. He crowded her space on one side, his cock fully aroused and throbbing.
Her gaze dropped to the thickness between his legs and almost instantly, her face flushed. Embarrassed. But she looked again, this time licking her lips.
“Thanks, but no, thanks. I think I’m hallucinating so I’m going back inside and when I return after I have another psychotic break, you’re going to be gone.”
