Page 6 of Savage Mates (Ruthless Instinct #2)

I’d also done a cursory look into the myth and world of shifters.

The lore of the werewolf went back generations, including supposed sightings of the hybrid beasts.

Of course, none had been proven, but the lure remained, romanticized by fiction in books and movies.

Now shifters didn’t simply come by way of wolves. They came from every species.

Let the fantasies begin.

As I’d done with every important decision made in my life, I needed a sign.

Simba’s roar had given me goosebumps and I could swear she’d been giving me not only her encouragement, but also her blessing. Yet I needed more.

After taking another sip of wine, I turned off the desk lamp and headed into my kitchen, dumping the rest of my cabernet and placing the glass in the dishwasher. It was time for bed.

Maybe a nice dream would provide me with the final incentive I needed.

The thought brought a smile as I crawled into bed.

Maybe I’d dream about a couple of hot lion shifters. I could almost see them as huge hunks with broad shoulders and long, muscular legs. I envisioned the deep V cut leading from their chiseled abdomens to their…

Thick cocks.

Oh, I was such a bad girl.

The thought was sizzling, maybe because I hadn’t been on a date in almost two years. I turned off the light, enjoying the stream of moonlight slipping in through the half open blinds. The shimmer dancing across the slats added a perfect backdrop to my fantasies.

What if there really were shifters somewhere in the world? What if they truly had abilities that defied logic, only possible by the kiss of something alien? On the flipside, what if what Blackwell had created far extended what the authorities had allowed the public to learn?

Maybe I’d been watching too many science fiction movies when I found the time.

I pulled the covers up to my neck, images of massive, gorgeous men continuously popping into my mind.

With a sly smile on my face, I slipped my hand under the covers and underneath my pajama shorts. The moment I swirled the tip of my finger around my clit, I realized I was already wet, my pussy throbbing.

It had been a long time since I’d allowed my active imagination to enjoy indulging in a dark, sinful fantasy. I tugged on my shorts, pulling them past my hips. Closing my eyes, I envisioned a tall, dark, and very rugged man with amber eyes and a chiseled jaw.

Mmm…

With my fingers roaming my wetness, I pinched my clit, moaning from the slice of pain.

I kicked one leg out, digging my heel into the sheet as I rubbed three fingers against my already swollen tissue.

Electric sensations swept through me as I fingered myself.

Seconds later, I thrust three then four fingers deep into my tight channel, my muscles immediately clenching around the thick invasion.

If only I had a thick cock between my legs, a sexy man hovering over me, whispering exactly what he was going to do to me.

I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up straight. And if you’re a bad little girl, I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank you.

I could almost hear the words whispered in my ear, his dark, husky voice continuing to make dirty promises. I could see myself acting out only to be disciplined like a bad little girl.

Moaning, I turned my head, pressing it against the pillow as the sensations became electric. Hot and wet all over, I licked my lips and imagined sucking on another man’s huge cock, swallowing every drop of his sweet cum as I was fucked by another. Maybe two men.

My pussy clenched and released and I could tell I was close to a climax. Seconds later, I jerked up from the bed as a powerful orgasm tore through me.

Sighing in satisfaction, I eased my hand free, tugging my shorts into position and turning over on my side away from the stream of moonlight. Maybe I’d have a filthy dream of beasts in the night.

They surrounded me. Three glorious naked men. All big and buff, their muscles gleaming in the moonlight. Their chiseled features and carved bodies created a wave of electric tingles sweeping through every muscle.

I studied them the way they were doing with me, but something ticked inside and my breath hitched. They were still dangerous, and why? Because they were lions, primal beasts. I took off running through the meadow, trying to escape before it was too late.

They made no sound, but I sensed they were there, ready to strike.

Hungering.

Soon I was out of breath. Moving behind a tree, I took several deep breaths, finally darting my head around the trunk.

Suddenly, I was snatched from my hiding place, dragged out into the open.

Moonlight shimmered through the tall trees, highlighting the beasts as they surrounded me.

I turned in a full circle, still taking gasping breaths.

They were huge, standing at least six and a half feet tall.

Almost instantly, I was intoxicated from their scent, musky and full of testosterone.

Their eyes gleamed, various hues utterly luminous. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t need to. I could tell what they wanted by the sound of their low-slung growls. Deep and penetrating.

Just like their eyes.

In a split second that didn’t seem real, my pajamas were ripped from my body and I was standing completely naked in front of them.

Just like they were.

Their eyes roamed every inch of my naked skin. I did the same, issuing a tiny moan from seeing all three were fully aroused.

Their cocks were long, thick, and throbbing.

I licked my lips involuntarily as my pussy throbbed, my core at least a thousand degrees. How could I be so turned on?

“What do you want?” I managed, loathing the breathy, terrified sound of my voice.

The dark one, the one with the most piercing eyes, answered as if for all of them.

“You, our mate.”

There was no time to respond or to try to comprehend the meaning before I was tossed over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. With utter stealth, they moved deeper into the forest, their quiet moves reminiscent of three powerful predators.

And I was their prey.

Only seconds later, the big brute thumped down on a fallen log. Instantly, I was tossed over his lap.

“What are you doing?”

The only answer was his brutal actions. He brought his hand down against my bottom, the force enough to strip the air from my lungs.

He repeated the horrible deed, cracking his palm on my other buttock.

Discomfort shifted to pain shooting down both legs, becoming more intense when he picked up the pace. Now, one smack of his hand came right after another, every swat making me cry out in agony.

I struggled in his hold, doing everything I could to free myself, but his grip was too tight. After a few more brutal smacks, I finally gave up trying to escape.

Every muscle ached, butterflies swarming my stomach, but even through the pain, my pussy continued to throb. I was hot and wet, my nipples aching, longing to be plucked.

And twisted.

And licked.

And bitten.

My mind was spinning until the brute suddenly stopped.

His breathing was labored, so much so his chest was heaving.

And what did he do? He rolled the very rough pads of his fingers down my spine to the crack of my ass.

With a slight dark chuckle, he shoved his hand between my legs, cupping and stroking my mound.

Gasping, I was frozen, unable to move, yet so turned on I couldn’t think clearly. Through the electricity we shared, the horror of what he was doing, every inch of my body tingled. Goosebumps had popped across my skin.

My desire exploded, the need to have them touch me, use me all I could think about.

As if sensing my extreme need, the huge creature drove his fingers deep into my pussy.

Yelping, I pushed up from his knees, arching my back.

Giving him and the other two my permission to do anything they wanted.

“Fuck.” I jerked up, taking several deep breaths. What the hell was that? I slowly turned my head, realizing the morning light had replaced the tickling glow of the moon.

Oh, my God. I’d seen them, the three lions from the picture. I’d envisioned them as insanely gorgeous men.

And they’d punished and fucked me.

Very slowly, I threw back the covers. What the hell?

I was completely naked.

A laugh pushed past my lips. Maybe I needed to stop fantasizing.

Two hours later, I was showered, dressed, and standing in my kitchen pacing the floor. Staring at my cellphone, uncertainty still scouring my mind.

I’d need to decide if this was truly what I wanted.

I’d need to decide my fate.

Or was I already too late? I’d felt the three. I’d sensed their needs, filthy and carnal in nature, as if they were calling to me.

Beckoning me.

And I wanted nothing more than to be with them.

My arm ached for the first time in years. I glanced at the scar and realized all the signs were in place. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

So I grabbed the phone and I dialed Dr. Zimmerman’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“I’ve made my decision, sir. I’d love to work with you and your team, but on one condition. I need my research team with me.”

And just like that, I’d made a decision that I knew would change the course of my life.