Free Full Moon Feral by Jackie Nacht

the air as Ripley's feral blood crested. He tossed Brendan to the bed, and Brendan snarled and started to go after him.
    Ripley took him down with ease. They were both feral, but Ripley bested him in size.
    Brendan spread his legs in submission, and Ripley grabbed his cock, working it in.
    “Harder,” Brendan grunted as he grabbed onto Ripley's ass, digging his nails in.
    Ripley bottomed out and wasted no time pumping his cock in and out. Their lovemaking was like their blood, wild and fierce, and Ripley was relishing every second of it. Brendan was right with him, moaning underneath him, grabbing onto the mattress until it ripped.
    Brendan threw back his head, shouting as Ripley hit that spot within his mate. Brendan’s neck was bare, open, and Ripley struck without thought. He felt Brendan jackknife underneath him.
    “Hurts but…gods, I need…” Brendan started to say more, but it was all garbled and incoherent words.
    Ripley leaned down and licked the wound before he sat up, watching his cock moving in and out of Brendan. The sight had him close, too close, and he grabbed Brendan's cock, stroking it until Brendan screamed and came all over Ripley’s hand and stomach.
    Ripley licked the cum off his hand, and the taste sent him over the edge. Pumping a couple more times, he filled Brendan up, going hoarse from his roar.
    He was about to fall on Brendan when Brendan flipped him and bit onto his shoulder hard. Pain telegraphed from the bite, and it wasn’t necessarily hot but hurt like hell. The man sucked for a moment before he rose to stare down at Ripley, blood dripping down his chin. Ripley stared as Brendan’s wild eyes began to focus and then become wide in shock.
    Brendan reached down and swiped Ripley’s chin before showing him blood-stained fingers.
    Grabbing Brendan around the back of the head, he pulled him down, kissing him hard. The blood had him and Brendan still juiced, but they were coming down. The taste of copper filled their intense kiss.
    Ripley pulled back, his mind started working. Oh gods. Bruising marked Brendan’s tan flesh, and in some places, deep scratches were welling with blood. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
    “I’m good. Are you okay?” Brendan stroked the bite mark that was still bleeding on Ripley’s shoulder.
    “Ugh, it’ll be fine. I’m sorry. I lost control.” Ripley got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it. Fuck, way to make love to a guy he was falling for. That wasn’t making love; that was a hard fuck. And out in the open, too. They didn’t have a damn door, anyone could have walked by.
    He hurried back and began wiping Brendan down, almost too hard. There was so much blood on his shoulder. Shit, Ripley was going to need another cloth to clean his cum off Brendan too.
    “Hey,” Brendan said, and it stopped Ripley in his tracks. “Don’t worry.”
    “This wasn’t how I planned to have our first time.” Ripley was so pissed at himself. Why the hell can’t I get myself in check? Why did I turn feral? Is it a weakness on my part? He hated that he couldn’t even show the man he loved he could take care of him. Quite the opposite, he had hurt him.
    Brendan kissed him before he spoke, “I loved this, and I think you’re being too hard on yourself. We both have feral blood in us now. When our emotions get involved, our wildness comes out. I’m glad I could evoke that from you with passion.”
    “I was too rough,” Ripley protested.
    Brendan swiped at his arm then showed Ripley his red fingers. “I did quite a bit of damage to you, too. Look, I’m not complaining…I liked it.” Brendan glanced away, a flush spreading over his cheeks.
    Ripley had loved it, too, and guilt was swamping him. He shouldn’t have liked it so rough, but he did, and it seemed Brendan was right. They were loving their harder lovemaking.
    Ripley grabbed and hugged Brendan tightly. “I loved it,” Ripley murmured against Brendan’s hair.
    “There is