Free Kyn 3: Feral by Mina Carter

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    “Oooh! That’s it, you can't diss Bullitt, it's just not done!”
    Tessa giggled, their conversation conducted in whispers as they tried to avoid waking the sleeping baby, “Not done huh? Seems to me I just did... so what you going to do about it fang-boy?” she challenged, grabbing a pillow to defend herself and scooted to the edge of the bed.
    “Fang-boy? Well aren't you queen of the original insults?!” Feral demanded, arming himself and advancing on her. Trouble was, the fierce expression on his face was completely ruined by the pale lavender pillow he was brandishing threateningly. “You have insulted my honour! Prepare to... get battered!!”
    With that he launched his attack, battering her with the feather pillow as she frantically tried to defend herself with her own. Queen of the pillow fights when she was a kid, she was pleased to discover she'd lost none of her skill, easily holding him off as she made a move for his pillow. Then she had both, rising to her knees to hit him back, forcing him to block with lightening quick movements, both of them laughing so hard she was surprised the noise didn't disturb Spud.
    Her half second glance that way cost her dearly. In a sneaky move Feral flicked both pillows out of her hands and rolled over, pinning her under him in a lightening quick movement. She giggled and tried to wriggle from under him, her fingers strained for the pillow teetering on the edge of the bed to whack him over the head again.
    Then she caught his gaze and the amusement drained from her face. The mood between them flipped from light and teasing to aware and fraught with sexual tension in a heartbeat. Holding her gaze he moved, sliding a hand into her hair, strong fingers caressed the nape of her neck.
    She swallowed, realising she was very effectively pinned on the bed under him. His large, muscled body covered hers, blocking her view of the rest of the room. Trapping the two of them in their own little world. One heavy leg covered hers, his broad chest pressed against the softness of her breasts. And pressed against her stomach was the hard evidence of his mood.
    She caught her breath, a thrill shot through her as he leaned forward. “I've wanted to do this since we left off earlier,” he confessed as his lips claimed hers, hot and hard. Full of need as, without preamble, he coaxed her lips apart. Her body turned to jelly as his tongue swept in, exploring the silken depths of her mouth relentlessly. Endlessly. By the time he lifted his head a lifetime later they were both breathing raggedly.
    “Don't turn me away, Tess,” He kissed her between the words, hard kisses that transmitted the need surging through his large body. “Please don't turn me away.”
    “Don't worry, I don't intend to,” Her hand smoothed over the nape of his neck, brushing against the stubble there. A silky pelt that teased her fingers. He moaned, his head dropped again to devour her lips as he moved over her, the movement of his hips against hers mimicked what they both wanted to happen... what was going to happen shortly.
    She parted her thighs, cradled him with the softness of her body as his hand smoothed down her side. He pulled her t-shirt up, his movements hurried, desperate almost. As though he couldn't wait to touch her, as though he needed, craved, the touch of her skin. As he did, his large hand fitting into the curve of her waist, a sigh escaped him. A sigh she could swear was a sigh of relief as his lips trailed fire down her neck.
    Tessa's breath caught in her throat. Did he really feel that way about her? Desperate to touch her? She could understand it if he did, a similar desperation was crawling through her, settling deep inside her and taking up residence. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the hard muscle that rippled under his skin until she had a handful of the hard ass Jane had admired earlier.
    Almost as though thinking of her had conjured her up, there was