They claimed me. Then they bred me.
By the time these alpha shifters surrounded me, their breath hot on my sweat-slicked body as they stripped me bare, I’d already tried fleeing and I’d already done my best to fight them off.
So as these brutes take turns mounting and rutting me like feral beasts, all I get to decide is whether to take every drop of their seed like a good girl or take them all at once with my ass spanked red like a bad girl.
Because I’m their mate.
And one way or another they’re going to breed me.
Feral Mates is the first book in the
Ruthless Instinct series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Roman continued fucking me like the wild animal he was fighting against becoming. “Do you like that, Savannah? Do you like being spanked like a bad little girl? Does that make you even wetter? Hungrier?”
“Yes.” I wiggled in his hold, moaning when he proved his point by cracking his hand against my bottom several times.
“Do you like being rutted like the luscious creature you are?”
I nodded, no longer able to speak. Even my vision had been stolen, the only objects tiny, amber-colored stars.
“Yes, you like having your ass whipped.” Every time he laughed, another wave of tingles swept through me. “We’ll keep that in mind. Won’t we?”
“Oh yes, we will,” Apollo said darkly as he moved behind, also cracking his hand against my bottom.
Every rough thrust felt like Roman was splitting me in two. My muscles clenched tightly, drawing his thick cock in even deeper. Apollo drove his fingers into my asshole, still laughing softly while biting my neck and shoulder.
Every sensation experienced was hotter than the one before, every sharp breath I took rattling me to the core. I could feel everything in them. Every heartbeat. Every stretch of their muscles.
And their scents, rich in testosterone, musk, and utter masculinity stained my skin.
I buried my fingers in Roman’s wild tangle of hair, tugging as his actions become even more savage.
The moment became even crazier than before, our primal needs keeping the rhythm intense.
“I love how that pretty little hole stretches for me. Soon, your tight mouth will be wrapped around my cock sucking me dry.”
My eyes were hazy, but I adored watching the way Roman’s expression changed, becoming even darker with every passing second. When he pulled all the way out, I gasped, clawing at him once again.
“Do you want something, little mate?” His sneer was practically evil.
“Yes, fucking yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Keep fucking me. Don’t stop.”
He rammed into me again, knocking the wind from my lungs. The air in the room crackled with energy, so electrified the air was being sucked into a vacuum. Time had no meaning. I couldn’t care less about anything else but fucking them.
All of them.
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