Free Kyn 3: Feral by Mina Carter Page A

a rapid knock on the door, Jane's panicked voice filtering through the wood. “You’ve got to wake up guys! The Pixies are here!”

Chapter Six

    Feral closed his eyes, dropped his head down to rest against Tessa's shoulder.
    Frustration and disappointment surged through him, fighting a battle for dominance. He couldn't believe this! Not again!
    "I fucking hate Pixies!" he breathed vehemently. His fist bunched instinctively under the pillow with the need to hit something. Take a little of his frustration out somehow.
    "Tell me about it," Disappointment and frustration coloured Tessa’s voice as she pushed at his shoulders. He rolled away, already looking for his boots as she headed for the door. "And I bloody am one!"
    Feral didn't answer, just nodded his head as he jammed his feet into his boots and grabbed his shirt. Behind him Jane barrelled through the door as soon as Tessa opened it, her sharp eyes sweeping the room and latching onto his semi-nakedness immediately. It was something Feral was used to, sometimes Kyn Warriors had that effect on other races, particularly women... something about their demon blood. The fact that most of them were over six foot and ripped as all hell didn't hurt one bit.
    "Oh put it away lover boy, we don't have the time!" Jane told him as he pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders. He pulled it down, emerging from the fabric to give her a look, but didn't reply. From the pale look on her face she already had one hell of a shock, worry etched into the features that were so similar to Tessa's. Must be where she got the attitude from as well, he mused as he grabbed his weapons belt and buckled it quickly around his hips.
    "Grab your bags," she ordered as she headed over to the cot to pick up the sleeping Spud. Wrapping him tightly in the blanket she cradled him against her and headed back over to the door.
    "We've got Pixies downstairs looking for you and they aren't taking no for an answer.
    You need to get out of here and now!"
    Neither of them needed to be told twice, they grabbed their belongings and stuffed them into the bags as quickly as they possibly could.
    "How the hell did they find us so quickly?" Feral demanded. He zipped his bag up with a quick flick of his wrist and held it out to Tessa. Who glared back at him, a 'carry your own damn bag buddy!' look on her face. It wasn't until he pulled one of the heavy blades from the back of his belt that her expression cleared. Nodding, she took the bag, looping the strap across her body, the strap sitting diagonally between her breasts as she picked up the other two.
    Feral wrestled his attention from her delectable body, one he had so nearly had his hands on. And was having trouble with even now, as images of what she look like naked flashed across his minds eye causing a very predictable response lower down in his body. He shook his head. If the Pixies caught up with them he needed a clear mind as well as his hands free to deal with them, and rampant erotic fantasies of Tessa were just going to distract him.
    Well, distract him even more than her presence did, and that delicate scent that was all hers. A scent which had wound itself around him, crept into his nostrils and crawled under his skin until it was a part of him.
    A dark, dangerous look spread over his face and hardened his features as he settled his blades more comfortably on his hands. Any Pixies stupid, or unlucky, enough to catch up with them now were really going to wish they’d never been born. They’d interrupted twice now. Not once, but, count them, twice… right as he’d been about to get some action! Which was not something he was forgiving lightly, not with his body as hard and aching as it was, reminding him of exactly what he was missing out on!

    He nodded he was ready to the two women, both watched him with that wide eyed look which women sometimes got around him. A look which said they half expected violence to just