Kyn 3: Feral

by Mina Carter

  They settled on 'Spud' for some reason. But, like so much this evening, the reason why had bypassed Feral completely. He'd never met a woman who could shift his attention and divert him like she could. It was a new sensation for the large Kyn Warrior.

  She was beautiful. When she had come back from the bathroom with her glamour stripped away, her true features, only hinted at before, had been revealed. Exotic, feline cast features which had taken his breath away. He thought he could see through Pixie glamour, a talent granted by his own paranormal blood. But now he realised the truth, he could see the glamour itself and the potential of what lay beyond but nothing more. A realisation which was a little levelling to say the least.

  Left alone in the kitchen whilst Tessa put the newly named Spud down for the evening Feral smoothed a large hand over his head, rubbing at the thick stubble there. Like most Kyn he had a full head of hair, baldness wasn't something the species as a whole suffered from, but he preferred to shave it short. There was nothing an opponent could grab hold of, a preference he developed after a rogue vamp had ripped a chunk of it out by the roots. Damn that had hurt! Now, the frequent use of a razor kept it in check, but the five o'clock shadow could be a bitch.

  Leaning back against the counter the large Kyn wondered what the hell he was still doing here. It was the sort of cosy scene he normally cut off an arm or a leg to avoid, beating a hasty retreat if he chanced across it down at the compound. Which was getting harder and harder.

  The compound, once the reserve of the mostly male Warriors, each with a higher testosterone count than a squad of marines, had been over-run with cooing couples. It was as if the recent marriage of their King, Marak, had opened the floodgates. Now all the warriors were pairing off, his patrol partner Vix, amongst them.

  They may as well rename the place the 'Happy Kyn Night Nursery' and have done with it. It was the main reason he and several of the other guys, all die-hard commitment-phobes, had beat a hasty retreat and moved out to bachelor pads.

  Feral rubbed his head again. He didn't have an answer, although he suspected it had a lot more to do with Tessa than he wanted to think about. His hand moved down, rubbed absently at the sticky patch across his naked shoulder. He grimaced and pushed away from the counter and headed for the bathroom, he could do with a wash whilst Tessa was busy with the baby.

  Tessa however, had already finished with the baby. He had gone down like a dream, nestled in one of the twin’s cots. She shook her head in disbelief, they hadn't even left a toy or comfort blanket with him. No wonder he latched onto the blue fluffy elephant, one of the twin's abandoned toys, she waved in front of him. She wandered back through the main bedroom, and opened her overnight bag. She had a shower earlier but thanks to Spud there throwing up on her she felt sticky.

  She padded through to the main bathroom, her feet silent on the thick carpet.

  Although the small apartment only had one bathroom, the architects had created the illusion of luxury and an en-suite by giving the bathroom two doors, one in the apartment’s main corridor and one from the master bedroom.

  She draped her towel over the rail and stripped off. Her dirty clothes hit the deck, kicked into the corner as she snapped on the shower. Reaching up she twisted her hair on top of her head and clipped it into place as she stepped into the shower. Since she showered earlier the needle pressure of the water lacked the same 'ooooh' relief factor. She just needed a quick wash to get rid of the funky baby-sick odour.

  Her hands lathered up the shower gel, the haunting fragrance of Rose and Vetiver surrounding her as she smoothed the lather over her skin. She drew in a deep breath, the scent of the oils and the needle spray of the shower prickled over her sensitised skin having its effect.

  Her hands slowed down, sliding over her skin to cup her breasts, feeling their feminine weight. She slicked her thumbs over her nipples, already pebbled under the sensual onslaught. One hand slid down her ribcage, headed south over her smooth stomach.

  She shouldn't, not with company in the apartment, but she'd been sexually frustrated before tall, dark, and fangy out there had treated her to such an erotic and explosive kiss. Not that it could go anywhere. She was half Pixie yes, but she was still mortal whereas Feral was a vampire, immortal Lord of the Night, and all that. Any relationship between them was a non starter. Even if he was ok with her wanting the left side of the bed and light off during sex she was going to age and he wasn't.

  Oh god, there she was... thinking about sex again.

  Aided by the soap over her skin her fingers sank between her thighs, parting the folds of her sex in search of the sensitive nub of her clit. She drew a ragged breath in over her teeth as her fingers found their goal, a thrill of arousal shot through her as her sex starved body responded like a flower opening in the sunlight. How long had it been since she'd had sex?

  Nearly a year?

  She bit her lip to contain her moans, eyes closed as her finger slid against her clit, working her body towards the shattering climax which hovered just out of reach...

  The sound of running water warned Feral a moment before he pushed the bathroom door open and embarrassed both of them. Well, embarrass Tessa anyway; he was fairly sure a woman like her wouldn't be too impressed at being caught in the shower by a guy she only just met. Himself, he would just enjoy the view until he got things thrown at him.

  He paused, his hand on the smooth wood of the door. He should walk away and wait until she was finished. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. But after their earlier kiss Feral wasn't feeling particularly gentlemanly, his body hard and heavy with unfulfilled desire. Then the sirens call of female musk, the scent of a woman's arousal... Tessa's arousal... hit his nostrils and drew him on.

  Feeling guilty but unable to stop himself Feral reached out and pushed the door, already ajar, open a little further. What he saw had his eyes widening.

  Holy shit! She was going for it right there in the shower!

  Chapter Three

  Feral stood frozen in place, unable to move from his position at the door. His eyes were locked on the scene in the shower, on the vision that stood there. The beautiful gold flecked hair he noticed earlier was piled up, exposing the gentle arch of her neck. But it wasn't her neck, graceful or not, which was holding him spellbound.

  It was her hands and her body. Ok, he admitted, her knock-out body got first dibs on his attention.

  She was a real woman, not a stick insect. A woman with the sort of curves he wanted to run his hands over and he wouldn't have to worry about breaking if he so much as breathed without warning. She had curves to make a man's mouth water, an hourglass figure with a tiny waist he just ached to slide his hands around.

  But then her killer body had to take second place, his attention turned to her hands.

  One cupped her full breast, tweaking and pulling on the engorged nipple. A soft moan slipped from her throat whilst the other... Oh god, the other hand was buried between her thighs, fingers moving at a fast pace. Sliding against flesh hot and slick with her need, the scent of her passion hanging on the air like expensive perfume.

  Like a starving man gazing through a baker’s window Feral watched through the crack in the door. Her fingers picked up the pace as her other hand abandoned her breast, bracing against the glass shower screen. She lifted her foot, propping it against the tiles as she opened her thighs more. Baring more to his intent gaze.

  Feral bit his lip, trying to stay as silent as possible as he shifted his position and tried to ease the raging hard-on in his pants. But the increased moans from the bathroom made it impossible. They weren't loud; if the door had been closed he wouldn't have heard them over the shower. But the door was open, he could hear them, and the sound of her pleasuring herself was driving him insane!

  Sqqqueak!

  He froze, eyes widening as the floorboard beneath his foot squeaked loudly. Oh shit, she had to have heard that! He looked up, straight through the crack in the door, to meet her startled eyes. But, as he w
atched, the sultry look returned, her fingers moved again.

  Emboldened and feeling as though he had been given permission, Feral pushed the door wider, leaned in the doorway to watch.

  Tessa couldn't believe she was actually doing this! She was 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 the species. Leaning back against the tiles she spread her thighs a little more, revelling in the flash of dark heat in his eyes. Oh god, am I really doing this? Or was this some kind of sensual spell cast by the Kyn... Vampires could do things like that couldn't they?

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

  She held his eyes with hers. Lifting the hand on her breast she slid one finger into her mouth, sliding it slowly between her lips. His eyes bulged a little, 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 blow job was one of her favourite 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 in the doorway. Opening his pants and taking the hard erection she could see straining the fabric into her hands, into her mouth.

  She shivered, the idea pushing her closer to the edge. If only he could hear what she was thinking! She didn't think she'd be alone in the shower for long. Almost as though her thought had triggered it, he started to step forward. She shook her head, pulled her finger out of her mouth. Her look warning him if he did anything until she said, until she was ready, then the game was over.

  He stopped instantly, getting the message and settling back into his former position.

  Tessa nodded approval, her hand starting to trail downwards. Her thumb traced along her delicate collarbone before one finger slid around the curve of her breast, her eyes on him all the 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 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 sensitised nipple and circling her clit. The ache between her thighs hardened. Just a little more, a little further... She closed her eyes, unable to look at him as she did this. She'd go up in flames if he kept looking at her with a dark, intense gaze.

  With 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 body, spiralling outwards from her core in delicious waves. She bit her lip as her fingers moved again, prolonging the pleasure for a moment. Then they slowed, stopped.

  Tessa opened her eyes to find him watching her, dark desire swirling in their satin depths. The game wasn't over yet. She smiled a siren's smile as she stepped from the shower, the water sleeting off her naked body like Aphrodite rising from the waves.

  Feral's breath caught in his throat at the look in her eyes. Dark and sultry, they held a sensual promise which stilled the heart in his chest then set it hammering again. She sauntered across the small room, her hips swaying, until she was stood in front of him. Steam rose in delicate coils from her warm, wet skin, bringing him the scent of honeysuckle... a scent unique to her. He breathed in, drawing it over his tongue, tasting, and savouring it. Like a tracker dog, he'd be able to track her anywhere now. An ability granted by his race and enhanced if he took her blood.

  A shiver ran through his heavyset body at the thought, his fangs leaped forth in his mouth. As hard and aching as his body, as she smiled at him, sliding gracefully to her knees.

  “Oh my god,” he breathed as she reached for the buttons on his jeans, knowing what was coming next. His cock jerked in anticipation, strained against the denim. Her eyes held his as her clever fingers worked on the buttons, snapping each free with deliberate slowness.

  She was going to do it, she really was. Feral couldn't believe his luck, leaning back against the door frame and holding his breath in case she changed her mind.

  The last button snapped open and she reached for him, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. He sucked a breath in as her hands closed around his throbbing cock, already rock hard and ready for action. She leaned forwards, her lips opening to take him into her mouth...

  CRASH!!

  The sound of wood splintering and glass shattering froze them both in their tracks, paused in the middle of an erotic still life.

  “Shit!” Feral hissed. He tucked himself back in his jeans in a flash and hauled Tessa to her feet. “Get the baby and get dressed,” He shoved her towards the bedroom door.

  He turned to the other, his amorous mood disappeared into cool professionalism now that there was a threat. His fingers fastened the buttons on the front of his jeans at light speed as he extended his senses past the door and into the apartment beyond.

  There were three of them, heartbeats loud in the sudden stillness of the apartment.

  Feral's eyes glinted with anger and determination. He had no idea who these goons were or what they wanted. Chances were it wasn't to borrow a cup of sugar. No, whatever it was, it was dodgy. Regular visitors waited until you opened the door, they didn't break it down.

  On automatic, his hands reached for the small of his back, for the heavy blades usually tucked into the back of his belt. They closed on empty air. He left his weapons back in his own apartment. Great going, Feral, rookie mistake. Then he smiled. A nasty little expression which had nothing to do with humour. It would have to be fists then. Good, he hadn't had a decent punch up in a while.

  There were two in the corridor outside, still unaware of his presence on the other side of the door. They wouldn't be for long. The fact they forced entry meant bad things for anyone in the apartment, so the sound of the running shower would draw them like a magnet.

  Straight towards a pissed off Kyn warrior.

  Reaching out he snapped off the light. The Kyn were a nocturnal race so he could see perfectly well, if not better, in the darkness. A fact which might give him a half second advantage in a fight. And Feral was experienced enough to know sometimes everything hung on the first half second.

  Then they were there, bracketing the door, one on either side. Feral drew in a silent breath, rolling the air over his tongue and tasting it. Male, he decided, the air tainted with almost the tang of male sweat and something chemically sweet. Hair gel or something.

  He paused for a moment, waited for some sign of movement from outside the door, his large hand reached out towards the handle. There it was, the scuff of a boot over the carpet. A tiny noise but enough warning. Feral moved like lightening, exploding out of the room like a whirlwind. Hand on the door he slammed it wide, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as it connected with a nose on the other side. The scent of blood blossomed on the air, heavy and fragrant to the Vampire’s senses.

  He ignored the dull slide and thump from behind the door and rounded on the other guy in the corridor, dodging a punch as he got his first good look at the intruders. Then the smell of hair gel made sense.

  “Bloody pixies!” Feral snarled, blocking another heavy punch and throwing a few of his o
wn, driving the hoody-clad pixie back towards the main room. “When will you wankers get the message?”

  The pixie was equally surprised, blocking Feral's lightening fast punches with an agility Feral grudgingly admired. “Crap! Where did you come from? There was only supposed to be a woman and a human in here!” he exclaimed, his eyes widened as they burst into the lit main room.

  “Just not your lucky day, was it then sunshine?” Feral grinned maniacally, the expression making the marks across one side of his face appear even more menacing as he advanced. “Serves you right, sending four of you against normal people!” he added, angered beyond measure. He'd always known Pixies were damn cowards, this just proved it.

  The fight continued, the Pixie bounced off the kitchen counter. As he re-bounded he grabbed one of the bar stools. Feral sucked his breath in, raising his arms as the stool whistled through the air towards his head. This was going to hurt.

  It did.

  Pain lanced through his arm and ribcage as the stool shattered across his block, skittering a little down his side. He hissed and shook himself, shedding bits of wood like a dog that shook water from its coat.

  The Pixie looked at the end of the stool leg he still had in one hand and back at Feral, a stunned look on his face. Feral didn't blame him, the blow would have put most men down.

  Trouble was Feral wasn't most men. He was Kyn, and that was a whole different ball game.

  “You're beginning to piss me off now,” he growled as he grabbed the Pixie by the scruff of the neck, he wrenched the broken leg away from him and threw it aside.

  Stakes might be the traditional method of dealing with a Vampire but the Kyn weren't your traditional sort of Vampire. They were demon born. A stake through the heart didn't kill them. It just bloody hurt and made them mad. Well, madder than usual. But then, a piece of wood stuck out your chest would piss anyone off.