Page 3 of Savage Mates

Thick, muscular thighs.

Perfect chiseled faces.

A girl’s wet dream.

The moment of longing turned into a frenzy as the three advanced. Suddenly, I was in their arms. Fingers touching. Stroking.

Wet kisses. Long tongues.

Thor captured my mouth, yanking me against him, both the man and the beast possessive as hell. He thrust his tongue inside, swiping it back and forth across mine. His intoxicating scent filtered into my nostrils. My nipples were hard diamonds, the ache in both breasts a powerful aphrodisiac.

With his kiss becoming manic, I rolled one hand over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his long hair.

The air was one of desperate need, dense and thick, ripe with uncontrollable desire.

Hands were swept down my spine and seconds later, a palm was cracked against my bottom. Brutal and painful, the rush of excitement was instant. I arched my back as Thor dominated my mouth, my actions begging for more.

I was rewarded with several additional smacks, one coming right after another.

Even as I moaned into the kiss, pushing hard against Thor’s chest, my pussy ached, longing for more. The scent of my raging desire lingered in the cave mixing with the heavy dose of testosterone.

Four more savage cracks landed on my bottom. Breathless, I pushed away from Thor, gasping for air.

“Our little mate needs constant discipline,” Zeus growled, his voice rumbling.

“Never,” I managed.

“Then we give her what she needs,” Titus said, laughing darkly.

Flutters churned in my belly, my pulse ratcheting upward. There was nothing like the excitement surging through me.

As I was ripped into Titus’ arms, he planted his foot onto a rock, tossing me over his knee. A whoosh of air tickled my skin even as he brought his hand down several times, moving from side to side in a precise rhythm.

Discomfort changed to anguish, my skin on fire. With every moan escaping my mouth, I shifted back and forth, creating friction on his huge legs.

Their hunger was increasing, Zeus and Thor lumbering forward. Thor fisted my hair, lifting my head. The grin on his face matched the amber shimmer in his eyes. He would soon take everything he craved. Everything that belonged to him.

“Open your mouth, little mate.”

When I didn’t obey immediately, he slapped his cock against my face. As soon as my lips were parted, he thrust his cockhead into my mouth.

The combination of pain and pleasure was indescribable, pushing me to the very edge of sanity. I licked and sucked, swirling my tongue as he pumped into my mouth.

His fingers dug into my scalp, his breath hitching. While forced to stare at him, I was happy to do so. He had soulful eyes, a chiseled face, and a body meant for sin.

He rose onto the balls of his feet, fucking my mouth while Titus kept spanking me.

A hand was between my legs, fingers finding my soaked pussy. I arched my back, eager and willing, offering all of me.

My thighs were slickened with my juice, the brutal pounding of flexed fingers creating a crazed need that burned deep within.

I moaned, the sound muffled but still echoing in the dense space. I swirled my tongue as a thumb rubbed my clit. Every inch of me was sensitive, prickles dancing across my skin.

Growls and guttural moans blew apart my whimpered cries, the three beasts already losing control.

I squeezed my jaw muscles as Thor thrust in wild, manic strokes. He cupped the side of my face, the hold firm and unforgiving. I wasn’t going anywhere.

With every hard slap of Titus’ hand, I was pulled closer and closer to sweet nirvana. The crazed moment increased in tempo until I was exhausted, surrendering to them as I always did.