Free Beast Denied by Faye Avalon

her eyebrows. “You’re going to tell me it is.”
    “Like I said, get the dynamics right. It can pretty much blow your head off.” Another wicked grin. “In more ways than one. Ty’s got some fucking amazing moves. Always leaves the ladies with a smile on their face and begging for a repeat performance.”
    Oh damn . Now she was getting hot again.
    She almost fell over her own feet in her haste to get out of the bedroom. Hurrying down to the kitchen, Naomi tried desperately to shake off the image of Tynan and those moves that could make a woman beg. Another image replaced it. A flash of memory. Of her weeping. Of Tynan trying to placate her, telling her it was all okay and there was nothing to concern herself about.
    In the kitchen, she got pizza out of Nathan’s freezer, popped it into the microwave and closed the door. She stared at the glass door, images of that night on the moor flickering in her mind’s eye.
    It was her eighteenth birthday. She and Tynan had been seeing each other in secret for almost six months, since the day he had kissed her full on the mouth and turned their friendship into something more powerful and needy.
    She’d wanted him to be her first. Had planned for the day when she lost her virginity to him. Her parents had been alive then, but despite her mother’s best attempts, her birthday hadn’t been a stellar affair. Mostly because her father was in one of his moods. The kind that made everyone in the immediate vicinity run for cover. She had almost counted the hours until she and Tynan had escaped to the moor. He’d parked his battered old car and they had stripped off their clothes. A little embarrassed, Naomi had avoided looking at him. She’d kept her eyes closed while he’d talked her through her first transition, teaching her how to use her emerging power to change form gradually and with control. Eager for the experience, she’d been a quick learner and was soon reveling in her primal state and the newfound freedom it provided. They’d run side by side, covering parts of the moor unknown to Naomi before her change to feline form. It had been exciting and exhilarating.
    After what seemed like hours, they returned to where the car was parked and shifted back to human form. Naomi had stared, mesmerized by Tynan’s nakedness. In turn, he had raked his gaze over her, his eyes gleaming. In that moment, he made her feel like she was the most desirable female he had ever seen.
    Nerves danced as he continued to peruse her body, and the feelings she had were so much more intense than the ones she had whenever she dreamed of Tynan touching her.
    He’d coaxed her down to the ground, kissed her, then slid his hand down her body. So slowly, so gently. His fingers felt wonderful sliding over her mound, and she’d opened her legs just a fraction, wanting more.
    The strength of his hand, the pressure of his touch—all so very different from her own touch on those nights when she’d imagined it was Tynan’s hand, not her own, sliding between her legs.
    Her body tingled with new sensations, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. And she ached so badly at her core. She knew the dampness there was due to her own arousal. Knew that the wet feeling against her thigh was precome from Tynan’s erection. She knew all that from her searches on the Internet, from the books she read and from conversations with her friends when she’d feigned experience and joined in their tales of sexual encounters.
    Everything had been so wonderful. Tynan had been patient, understanding. He had gone so slowly. She knew she wasn’t his first, that his name had been mentioned in those tales of her friend’s sexual encounters. But she really liked him and wanted him to be the first man to make love to her.
    He’d stroked her skin, kissed her breasts until the nipples were really hard and almost painful. He’d dipped his finger inside her slit and stroked her slowly and easily.
    Lost in sensation, she had tried