80. Savage

Chapter 80

Savage

B undled up in our little tent, and completely naked, I excitedly prepare my legs by doing high jumps. Lyle tears off his T-shirt, his animus irritable and ready to rumble at the very thought of our regina running from him. Meanwhile, Scythe stands in the corner as still as a statue in black track pants and his black gym T-shirt.

It's a shame he won't be able to shift to make his shark happy. There's a small, swimmable lake on the Hunting Games field, but that's mostly to cause trouble for the beasts running through it. I wonder if our regina will choose that path to run.

I can't wait to see my baby girl.

The first siren goes off and I leap out of the tent with a "whoop!" running straight into the heavy metal gate blocking me from leaving and rattling it like the felon I am.

Lyle and Scythe gather behind me, turning towards the regina's platform and waiting. I don't know how they can stand still like that. I can't stop moving. I go from rattling the cage to shaking it, to grabbing Lyle's shoulders and seeing if I can move him.

He growls in warning.

"I'm just excited!" I say, switching to star jumps. "I know you are too, Lyle!"

My lion brother turns away from me, but not before I catch a smile.

"Ha! See, I knew it!"

The second siren goes off and that's when I go predator-in-the-grass-still.

It's like a dream, or in a movie, when the chompy queen of my heart steps out of her tent like a celebrity. She's wearing a fluffy white bathrobe against the cold night air, her little feet bare as she daintily walks up the steps to the platform.

She doesn't even look at us. Suddenly, I'm desperate, drooling from my mouth, clutching the bars of our cage as she stands on the platform, unties the ribbon of the robe, and drops it sexily off her shoulder.

"By the Mother," I gasp. Naughty, naughty regina .

I've never had the chance to see her in lingerie. Lyle and I always just ripped off everything she was wearing and got straight to licking her skin. And of course, tonight, she's chosen the best possible colour.

A bright blood-red lacy bra cups her beautiful breasts in half-moons. Her tummy has a garter belt leading down to matching garters around both delicious thighs. A teensy, tiny matching thong tells me she's waxed for us. I've always liked her curls of dark hair, but this is new and will make her more sensitive to me . My clever regina wears a red silk ribbon around her neck, covering her mating mark from us.

Lyle lets out a snarl of pure hunger.

A piece of art. Fucking art .

"Don't you dare shift," I tell her in awe.

That's when I realise she's telepathically blocked us out. "That little minx!" I mutter.

Lyle growls angrily in his chest, clearly having tried talking to her as well.

I check on Scythe, only to find him unblinking, unbreathing, and unmoving.

"Uh-oh," I say with a grin. "Someone's gone shark on us."

To my regina, I cup my hands around my mouth and shout, "You're in fucking trouble, regina!"

She has the audacity to turn away, showing us her back, before looking over her shoulder with an ever-loving, sexy smirk. As she moves, her arm sparkles with gold glitter under the light. But wait, her entire body is covered in golden sparkles.

I slap my forehead because this is getting out of hand and I'm already as hard as a rocket. I cover my shame with a hand before changing my mind and stroking it, getting myself ready.

The third siren goes off.

Her chuckle is audible across the cruel, cold distance between us and she leaps off her platform, her legs gracefully stretching out in an arc, just like a lioness. She lands, light as a cat, and sprints over the grass, getting swallowed up by the darkness of the forest that blankets the whole field.

I'm not worried about her. Those eagle eyes of hers can probably see the pores of every dark leaf, and her chompy chompy mouth could cut through the trunks of those trees. But she's still my princess and I want to sweep her off her feet before she gets a splinter and then plunge so deeply into her she cries out my name.

Our steel cage starts rattling and I know it's Lyle barely able to contain himself. I know he's truly lost it when the gate starts to squeak open before the final siren even goes off.

I turn my face moonward and howl into the night.

When the siren does go off and the door snaps open, the three of us are like a stampede of bulls during the Spanish races. We sprint over the grass at full speed, our eye focused on only one spot, our spirits feeling out only one anima.