Page 76 of Feral

We fall into a kiss, and as Hale climbs on top of me, my cock hardens and my ass clenches, the soreness reminding me of what we did earlier. Hale is hard too, grinding his erection into mine.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I hope not.”

Our kisses slow, the grinding unhurried and sweet. Neither of us are chasing orgasms or wanting to turn this into something else. We’re just kissing, touching, holding on to each other.

“Did you get any more sleep?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck.

“Not really. I’m pissed off at my stepdad. Dimi is a good kid. He doesn’t deserve to be cut off like that.”

Hale lifts his head, balancing on his bent arm as he hovers over me. “He’s here now. We’ll take care of him.”

A flash of guilt grips me. “You didn’t sign up for this. I can barely take care of myself and now my brother’s here too.”

“Hey, don’t do that. You’re my family now, and by extension, so is Dimi. When Yves and the others found me, they took me in and nursed me back to health, no questions asked, because I’m one of them.”

“I’m not one of them.”

“Yes, you are. You’re my mate.”

My concerns melt away and I smile, pushing back the tension in my shoulders. “How did I get so lucky finding you?”

Hale smiles. “It wasn’t luck, remember? We were meant for this.”

A few hours later, after a shower, I sit on the edge of the bed ready to confront my parents. I want to know what the hell my mom is thinking letting Rich put Dimi out like this. I dial the house number, waiting several seconds as it rings.

“Hello?”

“Mom. It’s me.”

“Oh, hi, Yannis.” Her voice is cheerful. “How are you?”

“Well, Mom, I’m tired because I was woken up at three a.m. by my little brother, who had nowhere to go. Care to discuss?”

I hear the deep exhale. “It’s a good lesson for him.”

“A lesson? Come on, mom. He’s practically a kid still. How could you let Rich do that?”

“It’s better for Dimi. If he came here, Rich would be unbearable.”

“That’s so lame. A kid should feel safest at home. Instead he got on a bus and came all the way to New Onyx. Anything could’ve happened to him. Don’t you care?”

“Of course I care. Is he there now? Is he okay?”

I ignore her questions. “Where is Rich now?”

“In the garage.”

“I want to talk to him.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey. You know how he can get.”

“Mom. Is he drinking again?”

She’s silent for several seconds, answering the question without words.

“Uh-uh, no way. You put him on the phone or I’m coming out there and getting you.”

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