Page 103 of Savage Mates

Shaking my head, I purposely turned my attention to the blackness outside the rattling window.

The howling wind was fucking annoying. Trees were already bending to the onslaught of rain as the storm fast approached.

“Fucking storm,” I hissed.

“The worst is yet to come. According to Alexander, we won’t be able to fly off the island.” Thor flanked my side, peering out into the darkness as I was doing.

“Because of him or the plane?”

“The plane could easily break apart in the strong wind. We need to wait it out.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Not that we have anywhere to go. But I refuse to stay here.”

“We trust our mate. She has an idea.” His deep voice was as full of the angst and longing as I felt. The three of us were intoxicated, so drunk we couldn’t think clearly. What a fucking mess.

“You still believe she belongs to us?”

He turned toward me, nodding across the room. “Look at her. Are you really going to keep insisting she doesn’t? She fuckinghealed me, for God’s sake. With her blood. Her touch. Besides, you feel exactly what I feel, what Titus does. Hell, the energy in the room in almost oppressive. Right now, all I can think about is touching her. Who am I kidding? I crave fucking her until she can’t stand up straight.”

“How noble of you.”

“Deny it all you want. Your body is humming with need.”

He was right about oppressive. The crackle of current that constantly flowed through my muscles when near the little human was almost painful. So much so, I was doing everything I could to try to ignore the sensations.

It wasn’t working very well.

I took a good hard look. She was standing in a shimmer of light over her computer, ignoring the constant disturbances in power. That allowed me to see every inch of her from where I was standing. While I had nothing to compare it to, I knew innately that she had the kind of body that could draw a man’s attention from across the room.

Perfectly voluptuous, curves to die for. She was fit as evidenced by her hiking and fighting skills, but soft in all the right places.

My hands ached from desire to dig my fingers into her rounded hips as I fucked her. I allowed my gaze to fall down the length of her body, taking my time in doing so. She had a gorgeous long neck, her copper strands of hair framing her face and shoulders.

My eyes dragged lower, admiring the fullness of her breasts and the way they moved when she took deep breaths. Even her cargo pants couldn’t hide the roundness of her hips or her slender waist.

Staring at the computer screen, her soft lips were parted just enough the savage that I was longed to push them further apart with the tip of my cock.

She chose that moment to dart a look in our direction, a slight, almost cagey smile crossing her face. With the way she was breathing I gathered a sense she was having as much difficulty with the draw as I was.

That we all were.

Titus was across the room, lounging in one of the hardback chairs, playing sentry. Yet his eyes weren’t far removed from her.

While I wasn’t a romantic, I knew raw, pure beauty when I saw it. She wasn’t just lovely on the outside, she was equally so on the inside.

Maybe that’s another reason I craved her. She was fighting for the lioness’ life, furious with everything that had occurred while being dead set on freeing the mutant lions.

All without any regard to her own safety.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” Thor reminded me.

“Maybe you should stay out of my head.”

He laughed. “I’d love to, but we are as one. For whatever fucking reason.”

Explosive heat stirred deep within and suddenly, I found my hands clammy from the intensity of my need. The look of her was driving me crazy enough, but her scent was putting me over the edge.

There was a raging storm outside and my cock was at full attention. She’d insisted we’d put on clothes she’d found,determined to ignore the same longing that was stripping us of rational thoughts.