Page 70 of Feral Mates
They’d healed me. The wolves.
My wolves.
Now they were watching, their concern palpable. I could taste their anger on my lips. I dragged my tongue across, smiling as soon as I did. There were so many questions racing through my mind. Now there was no question about their healing abilities. However, how had the wolves managed to provide me with their gift?
How the hell had I heard what they’d been thinking as if they were speaking to me?
“How did you do it?” I asked, still marveling at their abilities.
“We licked you. Through our saliva you began to heal.” Apollo’s voice was deep, dark, and dangerous and my nipples immediately hardened from the sound.
Pain thrummed in every muscle, the ache behind my eyes keeping my pulse pounding in my ears. But another layer of deep sensations and electric vibrations swept through me.
Desire.
The jolts of current weren’t normal, completely unlike before, so mind-blowing my breathing was affected. What I was experiencing was far more powerful, the physical need something I couldn’t control or deny.
My mouth watered as I thought about them. Every nerve ending was on fire. While the fog remained, the intense longing was masking the pain.
I sat up and almost instantly, the three men stood. Men. They were even more glorious than before, their skin still slickened from the violent battle.
Stripped bare, my pussy was soaking wet, the deep throb igniting a fire. I had to question whether I’d ever been this horny in my life.
When I took a step toward them, Apollo narrowed his eyes. “You’re hurt.”
“No, I’m not.” I took another step closer, licking my lips.
“You’re still healing,” Kai said as his chest rose and fell.
“So are you. So what?” My defiance had returned.
“Stop, little mate.” While Roman spoke the words as if still needing to protect me, he took a deep whiff and held it as his cock twitched.
The three of them remained a few feet away, but they would smell me, the crazed hormonal desire making me irrational. I could tell by their pained expressions my yearning was driving them crazy. They were beasts. They needed to mate. To breed.
And I was theirs.
The thought was as if it had always been that way.
I’d just been through a horrific battle, yet I wanted their touch. I wanted them. All three. I needed their cocks buried deep inside, filling me with seed.
There was no logic around it, only a single thought loitering in my fractured mind. Being fucked by all three.
At that moment, I felt like nothing other than an animal in heat. Something had changed inside. My physical composition was different, molecules altered. Or perhaps they’d just been lying dormant. Whatever the case, as I flung myself toward them, all I could think about was being fucked, used, and bred.
Something snapped inside all three, their concern for my welfare tossed aside. I could see it in the amber glow of their eyes, could feel it in the wild pulsing electricity in the air.
“Come here, little mate,” Apollo growled. “I need to feel that sweet pussy.”
His command sent a shiver dancing down my spine. I adored hearing their crude, dirty talk.
“You can’t handle me.” I also adored fucking with their minds, drawing out their possessive tendencies. Their eyes were even wilder, their cock throbbing, all three fully engorged with blood.
And much larger than before. They were huge.
My lurid smile faded as I noticed a mark on his skin that had yet to heal completely. “You’re still hurt.” As soon as I fingered the jagged wound, he gripped my fingers, pulling them to his lips. “You used your healing power to save me. My God.”
“And we will do it again as necessary.” The slight growl he emitted seemed amplified. He kissed my fingers while my breathing became even more labored.
