Page 29 of Feral Mates (Ruthless Instinct #1)

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My body was wound tight and had been since the attack.

My senses were even more awakened than they’d been before. What we’d experienced before was nothing in comparison to what was coming.

That much I felt deep within my loins.

Savannah’s moans pulled me back from the dark cage I’d dropped myself into. Everything about her was captivating.

Her scent. Her smile. Her voice. Just the way she laughed, even though that had been rare.

My hunger was at the point of knowing no bounds. If I wasn’t careful, I could hurt her and whether she wanted to accept it or not, she was still healing, her body not completely accepting foreign DNA. I wasn’t a scientist, but my instinct had never been wrong.

Yet by saving her life, we’d made ourselves vulnerable to injury if another battle occurred quickly.

And while neither Kai nor Roman had admitted it, our bodies were weaker.

All I’d needed to do was to squeeze my hand to realize my strength was about eighty percent of what it had been prior to the attack.

My full strength would return, but it would take time.

The ugly realizations changed nothing about my needs, desires that were stronger than I’d anticipated. She had a fascinating effect on all three of us.

I felt the call of my mate more strongly than I had up to this point. The powerful sensations were too incredible to put into words. Not that words had meant anything to me before now.

I kept my hard stare on her as Kai finished breeding her. The fact his face was highlighting his sheer joy and satisfaction annoyed the hell out of me. In human terms, it would seem I was jealous.

Ridiculous since beasts didn’t feel such emotions. We didn’t need to. It was another reminder I didn’t enjoy being human but for a single reason.

Her.

She slumped down on the floor, taking gasping breaths. If she thought for a second I wouldn’t have my turn, she was dead wrong. While my actions were gentle as I lifted her from the floor, my intentions were anything but. Yet I backed away, giving her a few moments to catch her breath.

Her hair was disheveled, sweat plastering several long strands to her face and neck.

Her chest was rising and falling and she was constantly licking her lips.

I had the same urges as before, the strong need to breed her until she was pregnant with my pups, but there was something else crowding out the purely primitive nature.

The human part of me that was expanding and growing, exploring what it meant to be a hybrid. A shifter.

Reaching out, my fingers brushed along the back of her neck and under her hair. It was soft and luxurious as I rolled it across my hand. The heat we’d shared before roared between us, more electrifying than ever before.

We were both lost in a sweet haze of sex and lust, trying to figure out how in the hell we’d gotten here. At this point, it honestly didn’t matter. I cupped her jaw, rubbing my thumb across her chin. Just the feel of her skin against the rough pad of my finger was invigorating.

I lowered my head, breathing across her face. The need to ravage every inch clung to me, but when I captured her mouth, I held our lips in place for a few seconds.

Doing nothing more than enjoying the taste of her.

Sweet and tangy at the same time.

She was the one who thrust her tongue inside my mouth first, inching closer until we had full body contact. However, if she believed she was going to take control in any way, she was so very wrong. I slipped my hand around to the back of her neck, gripping tightly.

The possessiveness was winning out. I was once again losing control. I lifted her off the floor and she instantly cradled her legs around my hips. Instead of using the wall or the floor, I took long strides toward the chair, easing us both down.

As soon as I did, I slipped my cock inside her molten pussy. Her lilting laugh was instant and she shifted back and forth until my cock was fully seated inside.

She pushed hard against my chest, breaking the kiss. A soft purr left her lips, the sound melodic as fuck and driving my beast closer to the surface. She had no idea how much I craved her. Constantly.

It was an addiction, the insanity of how much I wanted her not lost on the other two. Yet they felt exactly the same way.

I gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her off my lap. She reached between her legs, twisting her hand around my cock.

“Such a bad little mate,” I growled.

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do. Maybe I’ll need to spank you all over again.”

“You know what I have to say that?” she cooed. “Fuck you.”

I dragged my fingers down her spine, forcing her to shiver. “Then I’d tell you that you need to watch your mouth. You obviously don’t know what we’re capable of.”

“Mmm… I think I do.” She arched her body, exposing her voluptuous breasts. Touching her brought jolts of electricity. Being inside her sweet pussy was like nothing I’d ever encountered.

I was trying to be patient, to enjoy her as a human would. But something dark inside me snapped, my beast breaching the surface if only for a few seconds.

Fisting her hair, I yanked her closer until our lips were touching. Then I devoured her mouth. There was something spectacular about claiming her with my mouth as my dick was shoved completely inside her tight channel.

The moment became completely carnal, two animals in heat as she’d been with the others. I felt her yield to my control even as her tongue swept against mine. I allowed her to explore, to play and tease as she’d done before until my primal instincts took over.

With my fingers digging into her scalp, I yanked back her head, exposing her long neck. I bit down on her skin savagely, resisting the urge to expose my canines. I longed to taste every inch of her.

Did she truly understand that once in the arms of a predator she had no control whatsoever? We would take her time and time again, breeding her for hours every day. We would breed her several times, increasing our pack.

Our new pack.

The thought brought anger and uncertainty to my mind, emotions that wouldn’t serve me well as we attempted to forge another life.

Even if not one of us, including the brilliant scientist, had any idea what that meant.

A moan escaped her lips and she attempted to pull away, but I refused to allow her.

She managed to rise from my cock, leaving only the tip inside.

I lifted my hips, impaling her once again.

My shaft was already swelling, filling her completely.

When I finally pulled our lips free, she laughed then gasped.

She was as needy as I was, her drunken hunger creating a frenzy of need that neither one of us could ignore. As she rocked against me, shifting her hips back and forth, I was forced to take shallow breaths.

Her face lit up when I growled, the sound warning her of my dominance.

When she squeezed her pussy muscles, I stopped being able to breathe at all.

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t see.

All I wanted was to fill her with my seed.

She kissed me again, harder this time, the fire burning between us unsettling and raw. I lost the ability to be tender, her sharp moan ripping the idea from my head, taking the last of my control.

I fucked her like the animal I was, brutal and unyielding, driving my dick so deep inside she whimpered in protest.

Or calling to me, hungering for more.

She slipped her hand behind my neck, digging her fingernails into my flesh. It was as if she was holding on for dear life. As if I would ever allow her to fall.

With her hand pushing against my chest and breaking our connection, she laughed softly and darted her eyes back and forth across mine.

Her eyelids were half open, long lashes skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks. Morning had just dawned, leaving a splash of colorful light coming in through the open blinds. The rays accentuated her beauty, defining her as a woman.

The sadistic side of me wanted to conquer and control, but the human part of me wanted to see her thrive, to be able to nurture the budding wolf in her.

Even if only sexually.

Now we were both struggling to maintain control, moving together as one while my wolf suffered in silence. There was no mistaking her thoughts or her needs by the way she rode me, bucking hard against my body. The frenzy continued, sweat covering both our bodies.

While my pulse hammered, the hard thudding of my heart slamming against my chest walls, she continued to pant even more aggressively. She pursed her lips, laughing softly, her mind spinning with thoughts and possibilities.

We were wild together, the hunger reaching a plateau. I could feel her inner core ready to explode and as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, she struggled to free herself from my hold.

The moment I dropped my hand from the back of her neck, she threw her head back, issuing a soulful howl.

I’d be damned if it didn’t sound like that of a wolf in heat. A low sound escaped my throat, deep and guttural, and she laughed again.

There was something truly special about Savannah. Her entire life and everything she’d been taught had been upended, yet she’d shown a warrior’s spirit through and through.

A perfect mate.

In my humble opinion.

When I nipped at the base of her throat, her body spasmed instantly in response.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Please, more. Yes.” Every word dripping from her mouth fueled the fire burning deep within.

I fucked her even harder, lifting my hips off the chair, my thrusts brutal and unforgiving. Yet she wanted more. Hell, we both did.

So I gave it to her, the force enough the chair was rocking. The friction was incredible, pushing us, guiding us. I refused to stop, pumping even harder, faster as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm.

It was amazing to watch, before being with her something I’d never known existed.