Her Rabid Beasts (Her Vicious Beasts, #2)

by E.P. Bali

“My beautiful, stunning, gorgeous regina, with eyes like a warm summer’s night. May I, pretty please with five cherries on top, eat your pussy and fuck you senseless?”

“Needing you is something I can’t fight anymore.” He swallows. “I won’t fight it. It was the worst mistake of my life trying to keep away from you.”

My fifth mate. The final piece of my soul group. The same unknown beast I healed in Halfeather’s dungeon all those months ago.

“Five black devils are approaching Five black hearts are wanting It is five who cry a dark and lonely song, calling for their queen. Lion, shark, dragon, wolf and… shadow.”

Alarm bells are going off in my head. I can’t reconcile my intelligent, book-loving friend with this girl who has fallen head over heels for someone who’s manipulating her.

“I wish I had never met you,” I murmur as something inside me breaks in the saying of it. “I wish I had never come here.” He blinks at me—in surprise, I think—before a terrible anger flashes across his features and he places a large, dominating hand around my throat. It’s gentle but firm, made to elicit obedience. He snarls softly into my face. His scent wraps around me like wings, heady and overpowering. I breathe him in, desire and fear flooding my consciousness. And what he says into my mind, his voice guttural and harsh, restraint made into a man, rattles my entire reality. “I did not exist before you.”

“Oh God,” I whisper. Then Savage’s voice is whispering in my ear. He’s positioned himself behind me, straddling Lyle’s thighs. “Oh, my beautiful, perfect regina. We are your gods now.”

“You were the sun for me down there in my cave,” I whisper to him. “I heard you. I listened. You are mine.”

“If you wish to kill me for what I have done, it would be your right. I would die gladly, having known your gentle touch. I would spend my last heartbeats worshipping you.”