Tessa couldn’t believe she was doing this. Standing in the shower, naked and pleasuring herself in front of a guy. Not just any guy, but the hottest guy she’d ever met, no matter what species.

Leaning against the tiled wall, she spread her thighs a little more, reveling in the flash of dark heat in his eyes. God, was she really doing this… Or was this some sensual spell cast by the kyn. Vampires could do things like that, couldn’t they?

As she watched him, though, her fingers sliding and circling her clit again, she knew it wasn’t a spell. Feral didn’t have the sensual aura she’d always associated with vampires from books and films. He oozed danger instead, right from the top of his shaved head to the bottoms of his booted feet. The sort of guy someone wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. Except Tessa did… he had that bad boy aura she’d always found attractive.

She held his gaze, his never leaving hers. Lifting the hand from her breast, she slid one finger into her mouth, sliding it slowly between her lips. His nostrils flared as she suckled on it for a moment, hollowing her cheeks. She slid the finger in and out of her mouth suggestively, the fantasy getting to her as well.

Giving a guy a blowjob was one of her favorite things to do. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second as she imagined stepping out of the shower and strutting over to him…opening his pants and taking the hard erection she could see straining the fabric of his jeans into her hands, into her mouth.

Tessa shivered, the idea pushing her closer to the edge. If he could hear her thoughts, she didn’t think she’d be alone in the shower for long. Almost as though her thought had triggered him into action, he took a step forward. She shook her head, pulling her finger out of her mouth—her look warning him if he did anything before she said—until she was ready, the game was over.

He stopped instantly, getting the message and settling back into his former position. Tessa nodded approval, her hand trailing downward. Her thumb traced along her delicate collarbone before one finger slid along the curve of her breast, her eyes on him the entire time.

He obviously liked what she was doing, his attention riveted on the path of her fingers, expression eager. She smiled and gave him what she knew he was waiting for, rolling her nipple in her fingers, the wet pads creating a delicious friction.

Her eyes rolled back in her head at the dual assaults of her fingers on her sensitized nipple and circling her clit. The hard ache between her thighs increased. Just a little more, a little further... She closed her eyes, unable to look at him. She’d go up in flames if he kept looking at her with that dark, intense gaze.

Her back against the cool tile, the warm water cascaded over her, stinging her sensitive breasts and making her catch her breath. Her circling finger drove the tension in her petite frame higher, her heart hammering as she got closer to the end.

Through it all, she could feel his dark eyes on her, devouring everything. Every move she made. Watching her make herself come.

She cried out as the tension reached breaking point. Her body stiffened as her finger swept over her clit one last time, sending her over the edge. Intense pleasure poured through her, spiraling outward from her core in delicious waves. She bit her lip as her fingers moved again, prolonging the pleasure for a moment.

The door to the shower was yanked open, Feral’s big body crowding in with her before the shivers of pleasure from her climax had fled her. She barely got a gasp out before he pinned her against the cool tile of the wall and his mouth crashed down over hers.

A whimper escaped her as his tongue parted her lips and drove within, a hard kiss that sent the heat in her blood from simmer to inferno within a heartbeat. He pressed against her urgently, his jeans gone and the thick, hard length of his cock pressed against her soft belly.

He broke the kiss to mutter against her lips. “The next one’s mine.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his hand had replaced hers between her legs. She gasped as strong fingers stroked through the wet folds of her pussy, collecting the slick wetness of her arousal. He smoothed it up, over her clit and she clung to his heavily muscled upper arms as he rubbed and stroked.

His lips found hers again, his kiss firm and demanding as he teased her body with clever fingers. She gasped, moaning as she moved against him and riding his hand as his touch sent spirals of sensation through her body. Even though she’d just come, the familiar tension coiled in her body, holding her in thrall as it settled deep in her loins.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured against her lips. “I want you to come for me. I want to watch you as you do.”

Sliding his hand down, he abandoned her clit to thrust a finger deep within her. She cried out, her body clenched tightly around the invading finger, and then moaned as he pumped his hand. Slowly finger-fucking her, he pressed his thumb to her clit, the callus on the pad making her squirm as she rocked her hips. Adding a second finger, he scissored them, stretching her gently.

“God, Tessa, you’re so tight. You’ll feel amazing around my cock.”

“Yes… please. Feral, please…” she moaned, the words tumbling from her tongue as she pressed against him. She needed this, needed him, needed to come more than she needed to breathe.

“I got you.” He wrapped a big arm around her waist, holding her to him as he upped the pace of his hand. She let him take her weight, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms indescribable. Unable to concentrate on anything but the attentions of his clever fingers, she leaned her head back against the wall. Tension rose, tightening to breaking point, and then she was there.

A low moan broke from her lips, her climax shattering over and through her with the force of a tidal wave. She came long and hard, in waves of pleasure that stole her breath. Through it all, he kept his fingers moving, his thumb hard against her clit as she panted and dug her nails into his back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips already covering hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth in a hard claiming kiss. She opened for him instantly, surrendering utterly.

A growl rumbled from the center of his chest as he kissed her. Pulling his fingers free of her body, he gathered her up into his arms and stepped from the cubicle. Gasping, she clung to his shoulders, about to admonish him for picking her up, but no hint of strain showed on his face. Nor was there any tension in his body as he strode naked from the bathroom. Suddenly shy, she tucked her face against his neck as he crossed to the bed. Shivers chased over her wet skin as the cooler air of the bedroom hit her.

Planting a knee in the middle of the bed, he placed her down far more gently than his big frame and harsh looks would have suggested and followed her down. Craving the feel of his bigger body, she reached for him.

His big hand cupped the side of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he swept his thumb from the corner of her lips across her cheek. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Her body on fire, she smoothed her hands over him, reveling in the freedom to do so. Her fingers swept over the broad shoulders, explored his heavily muscled chest and swept further down onto carved cobblestone abs. His stomach tensed as her palm skimmed lower and brushed against the thick, hard length of his cock.

Wrapping her hand around him, she tested his length and breadth, smiling at his guttural moan. He was so wide she couldn’t close her fingers around him totally. Her pussy clenched as she bit her lip in anticipation.

“I want you,” she whispered, watching as his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. “Now. Sooner…”

He moved, sliding his arm under her neck to brace himself over her. Smoothing his free hand down her curves, he used a hard knee to part her legs so he could settle between her thighs. She let go of his cock as he moved, whimpering as it slapped against her soft stomach. He dipped his hips, and his cock slid between the lips of her pussy. Their groans mingled in the air—masculine and feminine combined.

But he didn’t take her straight away as she’d expected him too. Instead, he rocked his hips, sliding the thick bar of his cock between her pussy lips, back and forth. The broad head rubbed against her clit, still hypersensitive from the release he’d brought her to. The sensation was nearly too much and she writhed against him, clinging to his upper arms again.

The feeling didn’t last long, though. Within a couple of strokes, her body tingled and the heavy feeling returned between her legs. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled and she looked at him in shock.

“How did you… I’ve never… Not so quickly.”

He smiled, a little quirk of his lips as he bent his head to claim her mouth again in a brief, hard kiss. The merest impression of his lips on hers before he pulled back again to look down at her. “I’m kyn,” he said, as if that explained it all.

Before she could slap his arm and tell him off for his arrogance, he moved and the thick, broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her body. All thoughts fled as her eyes widened. He was big, she knew that from having her hand wrapped around him, but knowing that and feeling all that hot, hardness pressed up and pushing against her pussy was a completely different matter.

“Shhh,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. It’ll be good.”

As he spoke, the edge of his fang scraped the soft skin of her throat and she jumped. But, far from the fear she’d always thought she’d feel at having a vampire’s fangs so close to her neck, instead her body flooded with arousal. A craving for him that seemed to go all the way down to her soul itself.

He moved, pressing against her in an insistent movement. She moaned as her body parted around him, his cock sliding into her an inch. Then another. Her gaze locked with his as he pressed and pressed, forcing her to take him in a seductive, erotic invasion.

He didn’t speak, not until he was buried in her to the hilt, her pussy stretched around him. Never had she felt this full, this stretched, during sex before. But then, every other man paled in comparison to Feral.

Biting her lip, she shifted her hips and moaned as sensation shot through her. He had to be touching every nerve ending she had and it felt amazing. His answering groan filled the air a second before he pulled his hips back. Then he surged forward again to fill her completely.

He didn’t pause this time, pulling back again. Each thrust and retreat was faster and harder, until the bed shook beneath them. Wrapping herself around him, she raked her nails down his broad back as he took her hard and fast. Each thrust felt like a celebration of life… they’d faced death itself in the Night Plains and they were still here. Still together.

She felt… alive.

A groan in the back of her throat, she moved against him, silently urging him to up his pace. He didn’t need prompting, his big body moving over hers with a power and grace that took her breath away. Each thrust ended with a roll of his hips that sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head with sheer pleasure. A wicked little roll that had the tension in her body spiking higher and higher until the soft gasps and moans that spilled from her lips were almost constant.

Burying her face against his neck, she kissed along the strong column, reaching his ear. Temptation was too much and she nipped the lobe teasingly. He jerked, shoving his cock deeper and the deep guttural moan that was torn from his lips went straight to her clit.

“Careful, love,” he warned, a deep, dangerous note in his voice she’d never heard before. One that made her squirm and gasp, almost ready to come on the spot. “Biting during sex is special for us. It’s an expression of love between bond-mates.”

She wanted to ask what a bond-mate was but before she could get the words out, he’d moved again. Sliding a hand beneath her hips, he lifted her lower body as though she weighed nothing, pulling her up onto his knees. The new position made her gasp out loud as he thrust deep and hard, his cock pressing and rubbing inside her in ways that made her entire body shiver.

The tension within her reached the breaking point, her movements uncoordinated as she pushed against him. She needed to come, again, as he filled her over and over. He eased back down over her, gathering her in his arms as his pace increased. Straining against him, their bodies moved in perfect concert until… finally… she hovered on the edge. Just for a second. The next heavy thrust of his cock sent her tumbling over. Heat and pleasure exploded outward through her body and she cried out…no, screamed… actually screamed her pleasure as her body convulsed and clenched around his.

He groaned, his hold on her tightening, and then, if she’d thought his movements were hard before, they became brutal now. As the waves of pleasure cascaded through her body, he held her down and fucked her hard. His breath rasped in her ear as each hard slam sent mini-pleasure quakes through her. It didn’t last long though.

Within a few strokes his arms tightened, and his breathing caught. A few more and his movements became uncoordinated, until… finally, he thrust into her one last time and came with a hoarse bellow.

She held him close, stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips as her heart rate struggled to return to normal. Pleasurable aftershocks rolled through her body, sparked each time he moved.

Lifting his head, he looked down at her, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips as he smoothed the hair away from her face. “Pixies aren’t just great kissers… they’re great lovers as well.”

* * *

Tessa was asleep on his chest, snoring softly. Feral smiled to himself, his arm tightening around her curvy waist. She’d fallen asleep sometime in the night after the third time he’d taken her, telling him she didn’t have the stamina of a vampire and needed her rest.

He didn’t need sleep, not much of it, so the hour or so he’d gotten just before the sun had set was enough. Now he was wide awake but content as he lay with her in his arms.

That was a new development. He wasn’t much for women. Sure, he liked them and he was as red-blooded and lusty as the next man, whatever the species. He was more a one-night stand sort of guy though. He didn’t do relationships… like ever.

There had just been one maybe-sort-of thing he’d had years ago, when he was young and foolish. It hadn’t lasted long when her father had discovered his baby girl’s new man bore warrior’s marks. Since then, he’d kept his fucking limited to one-night deals. He didn’t even use the blood courtesans assigned to the warriors, preferring to keep his food and sex life separate.

Biting was for lovers. He just fucked.

Until Tessa.

He lifted his hand off her waist to slide it through her hair. It was as soft as silk between his fingers and the memory of it brushing his thighs as she rode him had his cock hard in an instant.

She was amazing. So sweet and giving, and way too good for him. He felt like the ravening brute he was at heart when he touched her, like his hands were too big and brutal to be granted such a boon. But for some reason she let him. More than that, she sought out his touch. Wanted it. Wanted him.

His bigger frame and heavy muscles hadn’t put her off. In fact, she’d reacted with delight, exploring his body with soft hands until he’d pinned them above her head and claimed her all over again. And again, just to be sure.

What had really hit him deep down was the way she’d traced his warrior’s marks, her expression sleepy and her touch gentle. There had been none of the fear or distaste a kyn woman would have shown. To them, he was a dinosaur. A relic from the past only good enough to keep rogue numbers down but avoided in high society. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the fact that their king, Marak, was also a warrior, Feral was sure the elder council would have declared them all rogue years ago.

He’d gotten used to being treated as something less, so her easy acceptance of him and the way she looked at him—as though he were some kind of movie star, rock star and god all rolled into one—eased something deep in his soul that he hadn’t realized was broken.

And he didn’t want to let her go.

For a moment, he allowed the fantasy to fill his mind. Of her under him in his bed, her dark hair spread on his pillow or her on her knees in front of him as he drove into her sweet pussy. Of pulling her upright in front of him and sinking his fangs into her neck… drinking from her as he fucked her, her sweet body impaled by both his cock and his fangs.

He groaned as his cock jerked savagely at the thought. She’d nipped him during sex without realizing what it meant for a kyn, and he’d been hard pressed not to pin her down and take her blood as he fucked her.

The fantasy changed to coming home to Tessa after a hard night fighting the rogue and finding her waiting for him, all soft and warm. Of walking through the door, shedding his weapons and walking into her embrace before he picked her up and carried her into their bedroom. Of loving her all day, while the shutters kept out the sun and then sleeping with her in his arms. Of her smile as she turned to him, her belly rounded with his child…

Fuck. He couldn’t let her go…

He closed his eyes for a moment, an ache setting up in the center of his chest. He had to let her go. Pixies and kyn didn’t get on. Personally, he didn’t give a shit. He’d happily take her back home with him and people could just go fuck themselves if they had a problem with their relationship. But Tessa had family. Family that would no doubt be pissed if she moved in with a vampire.

Enemies he could fight, but her family was a completely different matter.

Turning her onto her back, he kissed along her neck and up to claim her lips, sensing her waking a moment before she began to kiss him back. If he only had her for a short period of time, he was going to make sure it counted…