Chapter 30 Aurelia
Aurelia
Achink in the armour.
Lyle’s lion bows his head to me before whirling on Scythe.
He slams a hand around my shark’s throat, thudding him back against the wall.
The Collector screams at him to stop, but the growls of both males drown her out.
Savage, completely ignoring the other two, sniffs at my feet at the edge of the bed.
He wrinkles his nose before sniffing my ankles, my shins, and knees.
“Stop!” The Collector screams again, pulling open the cupboards, no doubt looking for her cattle-prod.
But Xander is there, wrapping his hands around her arms, digging his fingers into the bandaged wounds.
She screams in pain and fury. Meanwhile, Savage has worked his way halfway up my body, the muscles of his arms catching my eye as he supports himself using the edges of the mattress.
His nose touches the apex of my thighs, nudging open my labia.
He inhales with his eyes closed. I spread my legs with a moan, my hormones surging with need.
“Savage!” The Collector screams. “Get Xander off me!”
My wolf is frowning now, the command now at odds with his nose. He inhales my scent again and growls into my core. His tongue darts out, and he clutches his chest with one hand, moaning at the taste.
“Regina,” he says raggedly. “Where is my regina?”
“Here!” come two voices—one moaned, one shouted in rage.
Savage shakes his head, confused, and I call his name.