Page 57 of Feral Attraction

Chay pulled his bent knee into the crook of his elbow, continuing as if Rein hadn’t said a word.“Don’t listen to them?Are you unzipped?Have you never heard ylven parents?Nag cubed.‘It’s your duty to produce offspring.If you loved us, you would give us grandchildren.How can you let your community down?’My mother’s the worst.She’s the guilt-trip travel agent, the queen of fuck-mate dinner parties.That’s what I call them.I can’t tell you how many female ylves I’ve met in the last year.I mean, some of them are like bait on a hook and I’d really like to bang them, but if it got back to my mother, she’d have another reason to nag me.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about this.Right?”A growl crawled out of Rein’s chest, his lips clenched together, the tendons in his neck taut enough to snap.

He didn’t appreciate having his meditation interrupted.A good fight.Down-and-dirty sex with a nymph.Or better yet, a succubus.Meditation exercises.These were the only ways to control his impulses.He crossed his arms, biceps twitching, angled his body back against the tree, and closed his eyes again to picture a Covenkirk beach where he lay on the warm sand with waves sweeping over him.He had to relax, or he would reach over, grab the ylve by the throat, and shut him up for good.

“Well, how do you avoid listening to your parents nag about a mate?”

Rein answered, but kept his lids clamped tight.“We don’t talk.”

“Lucky.”

“Yeah.”

“Why would I want to settle down when there is so much lonely pussy?Just last night I was balls deep in this...”

“Shut up, Chay.We have another problem.”

Rein pushed off from the tree, his body on full alert, eyes fixed on a spot in the distance.He caught a faint Kalli scent brought by a shifting breeze.He listened.Leaves rustled.Low, guttural grunts carried from afar.

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