Page 109 of Savage Mates

Titus was next, using his leg to open mine even wider while running his fingers down the crack of my ass. He delivered a sharp crack, but his was against my swollen pussy lips.

I yelped in reaction, tingling from head to toe.

His chuckle was dark and husky, the sound reverberating throughout the room. He wasn’t in the mood to wait, teasing me briefly by running the tip of his cock up and down my slickened folds before pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated.

He gripped both hips, even lifting my torso off the table as he fucked me. Every plunge was savage, as ruthless as the beast, but also hypnotic. I was in a sweet lull, unable to focus or think, but that just didn’t matter.

At least for the time being.

His rhythm was perfect, one hard thrust coming after another.

I took gasping breaths from exhaustion, this time holding on to the edge of the table. Every muscle was electrified, every inch of my body tender from their manhandling.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Titus was unforgiving, barely giving me time to breathe. Every sound escalated, more guttural than before as his actions became a frenzy of need.

There was such power in the man; he was damn good at controlling it, but the moment I squeezed my pussy muscles, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuuuuck,” he hissed.

Just as he erupted deep inside, a shimmer of vibrations tickled every inch of me.

Now tiny beads of perspiration were trickling down both sides of my face. I licked my lips as I stared at Zeus, drawing his attention. Maybe I was enticing him. Or perhaps daring him to claim me.

He lifted a single eyebrow, acting for a few seconds as if he wasn’t interested. Then the earth vibrated under the table and I was certain he was about to shift. No, he was taking long, almost angry strides around the corner, moving behind me.

“Now, you’re mine.” The three words screamed of possession. He yanked one leg up, bending and pressing my knee against the table. The position was awkward, but strangely provocative.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

After rubbing his finger up and down my pussy, he was even less patient than the other two, plunging his cock inside.

The breath was knocked from me, stolen by three powerful lions who’d suddenly become my everything.

As he fucked me, he was silent, so much so I couldn’t even detect he was breathing. At least at first.

Drops of sweat splattered on my back as he powered into me, harder and faster as seconds ticked by. I pushed up from the table, bending my back at an awkward angle.

Nothing was going to stop him. He was wilder than the others.

When I felt pressure against my asshole, I threw my head over my shoulder. He barely lifted his heated gaze, but his eyes were no longer human. They were all beasts. Yet he grinned like some mischievous boy before driving his thumb inside.

As soon as he did, my body responded with a powerful, explosive orgasm.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes…” I could not believe the intensity of how my body responded, bucking wildly as if he’d shattered me.

Broken me.

Yet I loved the brutal actions. Every second.

He thrust his tongue in the same rhythm, taking me differently than the others. One orgasm swept into another and I was breathless, unable to make a single sound.

I had no idea how long it lasted. I only knew I was floating on a cloud. A single growl allowed me to know he was finally ready to come, to erupt deep inside.

To mate with me.

When he did, I sensed his final acceptance. I belonged to him and the other two as they did to me.