Savage Mates

Chapter Twenty Five. We're your wolves

Locking my eyes with him, I brought the dress down my body before placing my feet into the neckline and slipping it on, and dragging it up over my calves.

*Tillie." He growled my name, his cock bouncing against his abdomen. I could see how much my testing him was turning him on and it made me bolder. I wondered how far I could really push him, if he meant what he said?

Part of me found his words hot as hell. The other, more rational side of me knew that I was playing a dangerous game.

I stood up, sucking in a breath. I hadn't realized how close he was standing to me. Now that I could feel the heat coming off of his naked body, feel his dick brushing against me, it was testing my resolve. I was going to do this though. He didn't own me. He might think that I was his mate, but that didn't mean anything. Pulling the stretchy fabric up my hips. I looked down to sort out the neckline but all I could see was his cock. So hard in front of him, my juices had dried onto his skin, but that didn't matter. It was dirty and I thought about cleaning him off with my tongue.

What was wrong with me? Why were these men making me feel so, so bold?

Straightening out my dress, I pulled it up and over my bra, covering my body before I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What were you saying?"

"Oh, baby girl." Ryan said, letting out a chuckle from behind me. "You're going to push us."

Travis' lips slid into a slow smile. "Sweet, cherry girl." His tongue darted out, moving slowly over his bottom lip as a dark look came into his eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"You can't boss me around, I-" I started to say, but he cut me off. His hand darted out and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body tight against his.

"Tillie, I warned you." His voice was so dark and dangerous, a commanding growl that made my clit throb.

"I can wear what I want." I hissed up at him and his hand moved up my hip, traveling over my body before he reached the neckline of the dress.

"You sure can, just not this 'come fuck me dress'. Unless that's what you want..."

"Travis."

"That's what you want, isn't it, for someone to come and fuck you until you're raw?" His hand moved from my waist down to the ass cheek that he had bitten. He gripped me tight, squeezing my ass cheek until let out a squeak. "Your pussy is greedy for it. You took my cock and Ryan's, moaned for us. Begged us and told us that you were ours. That's something that you can't take back."

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"Travis, I-"

"Shhh, I'm not done." He let go of my ass and gave it a rough swat.

The leather creaked and I could hear Ryan standing up behind me. His chest pressed against my back and I shivered at the closeness of both of them. Ryan's breath was warm in my hair as he shifted the weight of it to the side. "Be a good girl for daddy and listen."

Travis brought his hand up, using his pinky to trace from my cheek all the way down to my jaw. "That's not something that you can take back because that mark on your throat and the one on your ass. That means you belong to us." He moved his fingers down to trace them over the side of my neck and my pussy throbbed.

"I don't belong to you." I said, pressing my lips into a thin line to keep from moaning. Pleasure moved along my skin at being near them and everything in me wanted to just give into what they wanted to tell them that I did belong to them.

"Are you sure about that?" Travis asked, his lips slipping into a slight half smile. I would have relaxed at the easy going way he was talking to me but something inside of me told me that I couldn't do that. If I gave into him, then he won.

"Y, yes?" Dammit, I hadn't meant for that to sound like a question. Chapter Twenty Five We're your wolves

"Wrong answer." He growled. His hands moved up my body to the neckline of my dress. I looked down, watching his nails lengthen into sharp looking claws. Fear spiked through me and I felt like I had been doused in cold water. I tried to back up but Ryan stopped me, his hands wrapping around my waist to pin me in between the two of them.

That dangerous smile returned to Travis' lips and he dragged a sharp claw through the front of my dress, tearing the slinky material and letting it fall to the floor around my ankles. My cheeks flushed and I glared up at him.

"W, Wh, what are you?"

"I'm a wolf, sweets and you're all mine." His teeth had grown sharp and they glistened in the light that shone down on us. He should have looked like a monster to me but all it did was add to how devilishly handsome he was. A growl sounded behind me and Travis' lips twitched again. "Ours, you are ours."

I looked back at Ryan. His eyes had grown darker and when his lips parted, I saw the brief flash of fangs before I felt his hardness press against my bare ass. Fuck my life. I knew that I should try to get away from them, but I wasn't scared. And that worried me more than anything.

Someone must have slipped something into my drink and now I was hallucinating. Werewolves weren't real. They didn't look like sex gods or want them to call me daddy. Or fuck me until I was willing to give them anything they wanted just to come for them again and again.

"A wolf?" I repeated, looking between the both of them as Travis pressed his body tighter against mine. "Both of

you."

"Yeah, we're your wolves," Ryan growled into my ear as he moved his hands up my sides until he reached my bra. "Now you're going to take us both, baby girl."