Page 61 of Feral

I stare at my mate, my heart fluttering and cock swelling. Gods, he’s perfect.

Ricco spits blood, scowling at Yannis. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“No, actually he’s not.” I shove Ricco’s chest and he falls back straight into Thorn. “You’re gonna be an example for the rest of your kind.”

“Are we done talking now?” Thorn asks, completely bored. Kyson giggles.

“We are. You can let him go, Thorn.”

Thorn drops his arms and Ricco looks surprised, backing away from us slowly before turning to run through the parking lot.

Thorn chuckles, glancing at me. “Ready?”

I twist my neck side to side as my vampiric features take over. “Very.”

I stalk my victim as he runs in circles, panicked and confused. Yannis and the others catch up, leaving the bloodied body of the other man lying on the ground. He’s not dead though. He’ll be kept alive to tell the others what he witnessed.

We find Ricco at the edge of the lot, staring into the woods. I lunge at him, jumping onto his back and sinking my teeth into his neck. He screams, flailing and trying to get me off him, but that’s not gonna happen.

All the anger and rage I felt after finding Yannis beaten and near death rises to the surface, provoking my beast to completely take over. I lose myself in flesh and blood, tearing the man apart until his screams stop and nothing but bloody pulp is left.

I sit back on my heels, catching my breath as my anger recedes. Yannis stands nearby, watching the scene, the other mates on either side of him.

“Damn, Hale,” Rhett says. “You’re feral when you’re pissed.”

“I’m so proud,” Thorn says, like he raised me.

I don’t respond though, focusing on my mate. His scent reaches me, pushing back the smell of blood and replacing it with all my favorite things instead. I can feel his body heat as he steps closer, holding his hand out to me. I take it, rising slowly. I’m covered in blood, but I wipe my mouth with the back of my sleeve anyway.

“Can we be alone?” Yannis asks.

“Yes. We can go to my office.”

“We’ll clean up out here,” Midnight says, whistling like he’s impressed. “And I thought Thorn was vicious.”

Rhett claps me on the back. “We got it covered, boss.”

Yannis takes my hand, leading me to the front of the club. I can’t read his reaction, but he’s not running, so that’s something. We pass through the club, attracting curious stares, until we reach my office. Once inside, Yannis closes the door, pausing in front of me for a second.

“What are you?—”

My words are cut off as Yannis slams into me, wrapping himself around me and kissing me hard. I’m startled for a second, but I quickly snap out of it and hold him close to me. He reaches between us, groping for the button of my pants and getting them open.

Without words, he sinks to his knees and tugs my underwear down enough to release my cock.

“Yannis…what are you doing?”

“I want you so bad right now I can’t think straight.” He turns his gaze on my erection. “I have no idea what to do, but I want to try.”

Dragging my hands through his hair, I nod. “I won’t stop you.”

Trembling, he closes his eyes and presses his cheek to the tip of my cock, leaving a slick trail of precum. He moans, moving his face so that I paint his lips with the glistening, sticky liquid.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You smell so good. All the time. Even now.”

“All for you.”

His eyes open, wide and beautiful, and then he parts his lips, sucking the tip of my cock into his warm mouth. Relief washes over me, like finding home after being lost for ages. Gods, he looks beautiful like this.

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