Page 12 of Her Vicious Beasts: The Beginning (Her Vicious Beasts)

Savage

H ere I am, lying on my comfy dungeon floor, when the melody of a song runs down my spine in a warm caress.

I sit bolt upright.

Xander and Scythe shift too, except no chains are clanking with their movements. My heart pounds as every part of my being stands to attention.

I look over at Xander and realise that while his physical body is still chained to the wall, his astral body has woken up, blue-grey, transparent and frowning down at himself.

I look down at my own body and see that I’m also blue-grey and see-through.

My body still lies on the stone floor, eyes closed and asleep.

I barely have time to admire my own face before my attention is pulled by another, heady, quivering note.

Magic as old as time itself is in the air; delicious, strong, lusty.

Something has bypassed the magical shield around the dungeon and it can only be one thing:

The call of our regina. Our central mate.

I close my eyes and allow the song to take me, knowing the others will follow their instincts and do the same. It’s too enticing to deny, and the animus in me roars with happiness.

Our mate is calling for us, and by all the fucking wild and beastly gods, I want to scream to her that I’m coming.

I float upwards on the melody, my cock twitching and excitement spinning through me. I get to see my regina. I get to see the woman I’m destined to spend the rest of my life with, to worship, to fuck, to make love to, to… fuck.

Passing through the levels of Halfeather’s mansion, the night sky meets me with a thousand twinkling lights. I grin like a madman to be in the outside world again after so many months. I can’t see my bond-brothers, but I know they’ll be carried in by the melody of her song too.

I’m pulled through the night, over the highway and through suburbia and I memorise the way there—it’s imperative that I find her after we find a way to escape our imprisonment.

The current lowers me towards a tiny, dilapidated unit, no more than a bungalow, set deep up a long drive behind another larger house.

Adrenaline pounds through my body as the magic deposits me outside a bedroom window.

I pass easily through the glass and into a small, darkened room where I feel Scythe, Xander, and two other shadowed presences with us—the fourth and fifth members of our mating group to complete our merry band of nutcases.

I’ve never met them face to face, but I know they’ve been pulled here to satisfy our regina, same as me.

Speaking of our woman, she is, at present, writhing around on her bed in a tiny, thin, pink nightie, one hand in her panties, her eyes closed. Holy fucking Mother of all…

It’s Lia.

Her black hair is spilling around her head, loose from her ponytail, her beautiful face a mask of pleasure, pillowy lips parted. Long, shapely legs squirm on the bed and I’m struck by the desire to jump on top of her. I can’t believe fate brought her to us in our jail.

The mating mark on her neck glows in the night, as if it’s happy to see us and the sight of it has me choked up.

I’ve been looking for that mark my entire life.

How the fuck didn’t I see it before now?

And her scent… by the gods, it’s like a drug for me and all I can do is close my eyes and savour it.

I knew she’d smell delicious. Like cupcakes and vanilla and strawberries. I really do want to devour her whole.

She must sense us because her eyes fly open and she blinks up with those blue eyes I want to drown in.

Her hand stays between her legs as she whispers in confusion. “What the…”

I look around and see the other males are motionless, probably dealing with their hard-ons or shock or whatever.

But I’m ready for action, as always. I practically leap forward, half wanting to replace my hand with hers, half wanting to show her I’m not a pervert.

But her scent is too strong for me to resist. With my heart pounding like a mad drum, I lean over her and whisper, “Lia? You’ve let out a siren call to your mates. That’s why we’re all here.”