Page 51 of Savage Mates

Onto a soft mattress. I regrouped, scrambling and almost made it off the bed. But again, Titus was too fast, too insistent, thumping down beside me and before I knew what was happening, I was tossed over his huge thighs and against his massive throbbing cock.

As it pressed into my stomach, I almost laughed nervously.

“You should know better, little human.”

Know better of what? That trying to escape was only going to bring about a spanking? This was crazy. His arm was casually draped across my back, his fingers drumming on my hip even as he scooted me closer. The friction as I was thrust across his cock brought wicked thoughts to my mind and a deep ache inside my core.

I’d been humiliated in my life, but not like what had happened only minutes before. Never like that. Now they acted like they owned me and planned on punishing me again.

They had another think coming.

Even as the thought ripped through my mind, heat spread across my jaw and throat like wildfire.

I was naked with three handsome strangers who apparently believed they could do anything they wanted to me. I growled and shifted, but Titus merely sighed as if I was a slight annoyance.

“What are you doing?” My cry was augmented by a yelp of pain the moment he brought his hand down on my naked bottom. Stunned, I couldn’t react right away, uncertain how to handle what the man was doing.

Spanking me? Again. Was he kidding?

Evidently not. The sharp crack of his palm echoed as he brought it down on my other butt cheek. He offered only a slight hesitation before issuing several smacks in a row, moving from side to side with lightning speed. While this wasn’t nearly as painful as the switch, my bottom was tender.

“Stop!” I could instantly tell they weren’t interested in paying attention or considering honoring my request.

Anguish and surprise rolled through me along with extreme heat. My pussy was on fire, my core burning. There were so many sensations, so many jolts of current that I couldn’t breathe.

He was just as relentless as Thor had been with his kiss, the round of discipline continuing even though I squirmed. But I refused to beg him to stop. I wouldn’t dare allow him a moment of satisfaction.

Fuck him.

Fuck them.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed up from the floor, arching my back and swinging my head to the side to see what the others weredoing. What was in Thor’s hand? A leather strap? Oh, my God. This was serious.

“Let go of me!” My insistence was met with a subtle, dark, and rumbling laugh. Another strangled sound escaped me that sounded far too much like a pleasurable moan. Heat tore through my bottom as he continued and no amount of wiggling would make him stop.

“You’re not going anywhere, little human.” His voice resonated control and power, so deep it reverberated in my stomach.

I threw my hand behind me only to have it captured and pinned against my back. This was crazy, even more so because my pussy ached, my nipples so swollen they were sensitive without being touched.

“My turn,” Zeus growled and almost instantly I was tossed off Titus’ lap onto all fours. I almost made it to the other side of the bed, but Zeus grabbed my ankle, yanking me back to the edge. Without even a second of hesitation, he cracked his hand against my already aching bottom and I was jarred into moaning.

“Are you wet for us, little mate?” Thor asked.

I threw him a hateful look. “No. That will never happen.” Of course they knew I was lying.

Zeus laughed with him, but that didn’t stop him from smacking my bottom six or seven times. I lost count and by the end, I was panting, so stunned I couldn’t think clearly enough to say anything or scream. What good would it do anyway? The men outside were just the same.

A shadowy thought crowded my mind. What if they were all shifters? What if everything that had allegedly occurred in theBlackwell Industries’ laboratory had been true? Or worse than that, had been discovered?

I gritted my teeth, clawing the thin covering. Even in doing whatever I could to control the intense ache, I didn’t seem to have any way of keeping the strange sense of desire from spinning me out of control.

After at least five more brutal cracks of his hand, Zeus wrapped his hand around my long hair, jerking back. With fingers on his other hand, he rolled them down my spine, driving his palm against my pussy.

The strangest feeling of pleasure swept away the pain.

The touch forced another moan.

Holy fuck.