It was all over. Tessa sat on the edge of the bed in the frankly huge room they’d been given at Queen Mab’s order, her eyes closed as she took it all in.

She thought that was it, all she wrote, for her and the baby...whose name had turned out to be Colin Jenkins. Colin James Jenkins. She smiled to herself. Such an ordinary sounding name for a little boy who would become such a powerful man.

She had no doubt the Winter King thing would come to pass...the guy she had seen in her dream had had that aura about him. The kind only powerful people did, the ones with the kind of strength and charisma that was innate. He would always be dear to her. His parents had said she could visit whenever she wanted, just grateful to have their baby back.

The shower in the en-suite snapped off. Tessa looked up as Feral re-entered the room, a towel wrapped around his lean hips. Pleasure coursed through her at the sight of him, at the love shining in his dark eyes.

She warmed as her gaze wandered over his body. Satin skin moved over the heavy muscles as he reached up, running a hand over his shaven head. The light caught the tattoo-like marks of a kyn warrior that covered one side of his body, disappearing under that towel.

She licked her lips in anticipation. In a moment, she was going to trace those marks all the way down with her tongue. But instead of coming toward her, he turned away, opening the wardrobe and peering inside. He checked both, even walking to the door and opening it to check the corridor outside.

“Feral?” Tessa asked, her voice confused as she watched him. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for pixies,” came the reply as he shut the door and headed over to the window, opening it to lean out into the darkness.

“Looking for pixies? Why?”

He re-emerged, shutting the window and switching the curtains shut before turning his attention on her. He stalked toward her with a look that was so hot it should be illegal.

“Because I’m planning to have my wicked way with you, and this time, I don’t plan on getting interrupted...”

Tessa’s breath caught in her throat as he approached. A demon-born predator capable of great violence and cruelty. A warrior of his people who had dedicated his life to hunting and killing creatures like Ilia. Powerful and ruthless...and all that was focused on her.

Any other woman would have run for her life. Instead, Tessa smiled. She knew her man. Feral would never hurt her, but the dark look in his eyes promised all sorts of erotic torment. Ones she’d gladly submit to.

The silken robe she’d pulled on after her shower scratched like wire-wool, the whisper-soft material coarse against her sensitive skin. Heat coursed through her veins, racing through her body to settle in the juncture of her thighs.

Feral paused, his nostrils flaring. “You’re hot, and wet. I can smell it,” he announced, his eyes darkening another notch.

He reached the bed, standing over her. The heat of his skin, so close, beat against hers, and Tessa swayed where she sat. She had to force herself to breathe.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.

He reached down and snared a hand in her wet hair. She was fresh out of the shower, not a scrap of makeup or glamour covering her features. If he could find her attractive like this, he had to love her.

“I’m going to strip this from you...”

Pushing back gently, he followed her down onto the bed’s cushioned surface and suited action to words as he tugged on the tie of the silk gown. It fell loose, but the folds still covered her demurely. She couldn’t move, locked into his dark gaze.

His large hand covered her chest, spreading the silk collar so slowly it was torture. Tessa bit back a frustrated groan as he took his time. His gaze dropped, as inch by slow inch, her breasts were revealed.

“Fuck me...” his deep groan of need as her body was revealed swept all her insecurities away. His large frame trembled as he bent his head to her naked breasts.

“Ohhhh.”

The first brush of his tongue across her aching nipple was a delight, the second pure torment. By the time he suckled the tight nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, all independent thought had fled.

She bit her lip, trying to restrain her moans as he laved attention on one nipple and then the other. Every flick of his tongue, or pull of his mouth as he suckled, arrowed straight down to her clit until it pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Sheer need filled every cell in her body as she clasped him to her.

“Oh god, yes. More...I can’t...” she whimpered, not sure what she was begging for, but begging anyway. Against her skin he chuckled, the sound an added torture against her hypersensitive flesh.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know what you need.”

He lifted his head to claim her lips. She moaned as he parted her mouth and drove his tongue inside. Hard, but not cruel, she reveled in the embrace, her hands flirting with the hard muscles over his shoulders. All that power and aggression for her to control. Hers to...

He parted her thighs, his hair-roughened thighs sliding against hers. She gasped as the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wanted this to be longer...more romantic...” He pulled back to whisper against her lips, regret and desire thickening his deep voice. “But I can’t help it.”

She shook her head and lifted her hips against him in answer. An invitation and demand all rolled into one. “Don’t worry. We can do romantic next time.”

He lifted his head to look into her eyes, searching for something. Then, with a small nod, he pressed slowly into her. Millimeter by millimeter, then inch by thick inch, he pushed his way into her body as he held her gaze with his.

Heat flushed her cheeks but she didn’t look away. It was like getting caught doing something she shouldn’t. Naughty, but it felt so damn good. He groaned as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her ass as the head of his cock pressed against the gate of her womb deep inside.

“You feel so damn good.” He finally dropped his head, the words little more than a whisper against the soft skin of her neck. Skin he nibbled and nipped at, working his way up to the soft spot behind her ear. She whimpered and bucked against him, an action that caused him to slip another half inch inside her, to their mutual groans.

“Hell, this isn’t going to take long.”

It was as though her movement had broken the floodgates. Pulling back, he pushed into her again and again. Each time harder and faster than the last. She moaned in delight and wrapped her legs around his hips. This was her fantasy become reality. Her very own bad boy, all hers to love forever.

Turning her head to the side, she bit her lip as she exposed her throat. He’d told her that biting was special for the kyn, especially between mates, and she wanted to give him everything. All that she was.

He stilled above her and then used strong fingers under her chin to pull her face around so he could look into her eyes. Deep need and longing shone in his. “Love, are you sure?”

She nodded, her gaze locked to his. “I want this. I want you.” Even though she was nervous, she knew he’d never do anything to hurt her, and if he needed this… then she wanted to be the one to give it to him.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

He moved over her, taking her in long, hard strokes until her body was on fire and she was ready to beg him to come. Bending his head, he kissed along her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When the edge of one fang scraped her, she froze, only to moan as desire throbbed through her needy body.

“Oh, god, please…” she whimpered and then gasped as he struck.

His fangs slid through her skin but rather than the pain she expected, pleasure exploded through her, making her entire body clench around him as wave after wave of rapture hit her. She sobbed his name, clinging to him as he drank from her, a feral growl in the back of his throat. With each pull at her throat, her pussy clenched around him and his hips sped up, getting harder and faster until, finally, he stiffened, buried deep inside her. Pulling his mouth from her neck, he threw his head back and roared as he came in a flood of heat, his seed bathing her inner walls. Each pulse of his cock fed her pleasure, each jerk made her moan again. Finally though, the waves ebbed and she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.

She smiled, lifting her hand to stroke gentle fingertips down his cheek.

“Wow, if that’s what being bitten feels like. I think you need to do it again. Just as soon as you can… you know… go again.”

He chuckled, turning them so he lay on his back with her in his lap. His hands on her hips, he held her in place and she gasped as he surged upward.

“Kyn remember, little pixie… I can go way longer than you can. Want me to prove it?”