Page 62 of Savage Mates

“Did he mark her?”Zeus asked.

“No. He injured her. His blood mixing with hers. His saliva.”

What in the hell could that mean?

She laughed, several emotions running through her, but she was happy. Until she realized what that simple joy meant to so many lions and other predatory beasts.

“I’m so sorry about what happened to you. So very sorry.” Her sadness was gripping, pulling me into a moment away from caution or concerns about the other lions.

My hunger was all I could think about.

My desires were even more intense than before.

Need outweighing danger.

Hunger.

Yes, hunger.

The three of us felt the same and I could tell by the glassiness in her eyes that the pull to us was as strong as ours was to her.

Yet she still didn’t understand the ramifications or the danger she’d been placed in.

But we did.

Her lions.

Her protectors.

Her mates.

With the longing so great, the three of them shifted again, becoming the humans that before now I’d loathed with every ounce of my being. But by my ability to become something I’d never wanted, I was able to touch her, taste her.

Take her.

The ability made the horror and anguish, the uncertainty about whatever the future would bring that much more enticing.

She was ours.

Ours to fuck.

And ours to mate.

I dragged her against me, feeling a more significant rush of adrenaline. She pressed her hands against my arms, slowly unfurling her fingers and stroking my skin. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, rising and falling with every breath she took.

She was so fucking beautiful, so enticing that my mouth watered while my cock throbbed between her legs.

“You should be careful, little human. There are dangerous beasts on this island,” I told her as the two others crowded closer.

“I think I can handle them. In fact, I know I can.” Her statement was barely a whisper, the soft moan erupting from her lips more like a sweet purr.

Her scent was intoxicating, driving me to the point of losing control.

I claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, dragging her onto her toes. My needs were too great and I thrust my tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth. I became the savage she should fear, tangling my fingers in her hair, my hold controlling. Perhaps painful. But she wasn’t going anywhere.

Thunderous vibrations jolted me and it had nothing to do with shifting or other danger lurking in the shadows. It was all based on the intense drive, the famished hunger that created madness.

She was alternating between trying to push me away and scratching my skin as if marking me.