Savage Mates

Chapter Eighteen: What you want

The way that Ryan spoke to Travis, the commanding way he told him to do what he wanted. It made my clit throb. How could they both sound so dominant? Why was I so turned on by those commanding hints in their voices?

Travis pushed away from the door, tucking his hands into his pockets as he strolled over to the couch. Ryan's hands moved to the tops of my thighs and he dragged his nails along my skin, making me shiver a the soft scrap against my tender flesh. I looked away from Travis, focusing my attention back onto Ryan. In this light, I could see the bright flashes of color in his long, dark hair. Different shades of blues and greens were painted through the dark strands.

It made him look like something wild and fierce. I brought my hands up, dragging them over his forearms. Tracing my fingertips over his muscles that were toned from hours playing the drums. The veined skin that was covered in tattoos, he had such nice arms. I couldn't help but wonder how much time he spent in the gym to look like this? Maybe it was good genes and he was just lucky?

I knew that I wanted to take my time exploring both him and Travis, memorizing the hard lines of their bodies so that everything about them was seared into my memory for those lonely nights when I was by myself.

"Were you trying to test me?" Ryan asked and I swallowed hard. I looked up at him through my lashes and he gripped my thighs, scooting me to the edge of the desk.

"I was doing what Travis told me to do." I answered and his lips twitched into a smirk that made my insides melt.

"Such a good baby girl." He purred, leaning closer to me, "Do you always do as you are told?"

I shook my head, biting my lower lip. His gaze shot down to my mouth and his eyes seemed to grow darker. I closed my eyes, it had to be a trick of the lighting again or maybe I had just had too much to drink. But something about the way that he looked at me made me want to run. It triggered that side of my brain that told me I was in danger.

Which was crazy... I wasn't in danger. These were two men who I was going to let use my body, that was all. They weren't monsters.

He leaned closer to me and I could smell the beer that he had drank earlier along with the sweet scent that reminded me of lemon balm and rosemary that was all him. I moved my hands up to the front of his shirt, tangling my fingers into his shirt to pull him closer to me.

His hands moved higher up my thighs as he pressed his lips to mine, the kiss was deep and hard. His tongue licked at my teeth, searching every part of my mouth before it finally pressed against my tongue and I tightened my grip on his shirt. Dragging my heeled foot up the back of his leg, I wished that I was barefoot so that I could feel the rough scratch of his jeans against my barefoot. I needed something to help keep me grounded in this moment or I was going to lose myself to these men.

If that happened, I didn't know if I would be able to leave them afterwards. No matter how much I knew that it o needed to happen.

Ryan's hands moved up my body, pulling my dress up over my breasts. I brought my arms down to hook them through the material and he tugged it up higher, leaning back to pull the dress over my head. He tossed it to the floor before wrapping his arms around my body. His fingers made quick work at the latch of my bra before he dragged it down my arms and threw it off to the side.

"You look so fuckable right now," Ryan growled before pressing his lips to mine.

"She does, sitting naked on my desk in only her heels.." Travis said from the couch, the leather creaking beneath him as he moved his hips. I glanced over at him, he was gripping his dick through his jeans. "It's all I'm going to be able to think about when I'm doing paperwork tomorrow."

"I bet that makes it hard to work." I panted, dragging my hands down the front of Ryan's body until I reached the hem of his shirt. Ryan tangled his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back so that he could lock eyes with me.

"It does, almost as hard as it was to watch you come for him while I was on stage." I sucked in a breath as his other hand moved to my breast. He cupped it, testing the weight in his hand before his thumb brushed over my nipple. I arched my back, pressing myself tighter into his hand as he dragged his fingers through my hair. His lust filled eyes studying me hard. "All I could think about was coming up here and fucking you senseless. If you ever do something like that, I'll take you over my knee and wear your ass out. Am I understood?" Chapter Eighteen: What you want

"Yes, sir." I whimpered, feeling everything inside of me throb at his words.

He worked my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, a groan slipping from his lips. "I like that, baby girl, I prefer my daddy. But sir works too. Now that we've cleared that up... Maybe you want me to take you over my knee, or bend you over Travis' desk?"

"Ryan." i panted and he nipped at my cheek before kissing his way down my jaw and over to the side of my neck.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" He growled in my ear. "Someone to take charge of you, to spank you when you act up? To remind you who you belong to.."

"Yes." I moaned. His other hand moved down to my ass and he gripped me hard, making my hips roll to the edge of the desk.