Page 125 of Savage Mates

He padded toward me, his huge amber eyes always making me sigh. “How are you doing this beautiful morning?” His slight roar was his sweet greeting, the same one he gave me every morning. He was a loner, yet to find even one mate. I felt sorry for him and could see sadness in his eyes.

Just like Jonas had been.

After I scratched his head, he dragged his tongue across the scar his father had created. Somehow, animals felt emotion and understood humans, most far more intelligent than most of the humans I’d met. There were a few exceptions.

“You smell the cubs. Don’t you?” I rubbed my expanding belly, happy that my pregnancy had gone without any complications. While the babies appeared normal, all three with ten fingers and toes, the gestation period followed that of a lion. Another scientific marvel and in truth, one I was grateful for. At least the morning sickness had started to ebb. But by this time next week, I’d likely be as big as a house.

His slight growl indicated I was right.

“I know. Your father did this to me. He made me fall in love with every lion in the wild. Don’t worry. I forgave him.”

“You and your lions.” This time Zeus snuck up on me. Jonas snuffed and turned, padding away. He didn’t like his time with me interrupted, especially not by three brooding lions.

“Funny you would say that. Maybe I should consider tossing aside the three brutal beasts currently living with me.”

He jerked me into his arms, giving me his usual stern look. When he crushed me against him, I took a deep breath. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“You’re naked. There are hundreds of people who could see you.”

“And I couldn’t care less.” He lowered his head, pressing his lips against my forehead. “Come back inside. We’re not finished with you yet.”

It was useless to resist so I allowed him to guide me back into the house, the purposeful way he shut the door a clear indication of what he had in mind.

As soon as I was led into the bedroom, the delicious cup of coffee was taken from my hand, my robe ripped away.

And suddenly, I was yanked over Thor’s lap on the bed.

“What are you doing?” Of course, I knew. They’d determined that I needed regular spankings just to keep me in line. While I always objected, secretly I adored them and the wild sensations that kept me tingling for hours.

“You still refuse to obey us.” He brought his hand down, smacking my bottom with enough ferocity I jumped.

The rounds of discipline were always painful, but they always made me wet, my pussy throbbing.

I wiggled in his lap, moaning as if he was really hurting me.

As usual, Thor ignored my cries, his huge palm crashing down on my tender skin time and time again.

The deep core throb seemed more intense this morning. Even my nipples were aching, so swollen they were uncomfortable.

“I doubt she’ll learn,” Zeus said casually, thumping down on the end of the bed.

“I think you’re right.” Thor brought his hand down several times, moving from side to side. He had the most perfect rhythm of my mates, too precise. Too intense.

I bit my lip as stars floated in front of my eyes. How had I gotten so lucky?

“Let me have a crack at her. Maybe I can teach her.” Zeus easily dragged me off Thor’s lap and onto his. “Hmmm…” Before he resumed the spanking, he dared slide his fingers into my wetness. “She’s ripe.”

“Ripe? Really?” I threw my head over my shoulder. “That is just not sexy. At all.”

“Oh, really.” His growl was deep and inviting and he jerked me closer so I could feel how hard he was before popping my bottom with at least ten swats. Maybe more.

Panting, I fisted the comforter, still struggling. I almost managed to escape, but he wrapped his strong arm around my body, holding me in place. And the harsh punishment continued.

I lost count, unable to focus or even think clearly.

That’s why I was shocked to open my eyes and find my tummy positioned over a pillow. Titus wasn’t wasting any time, only he chose to use a bath brush, his favorite implement and one I hated. That made him love it even more.

He placed a knee on the bed, pressing one hand down on the small of my back and twirling the brush. The first two smacks were bad enough. The next six brought tears to my eyes. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to walk without wincing.