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“There’s got to be a FFI law against this,” Valerie Ruse said. Her nose wrinkled at the overkill of onion and ketchup slathered atop a single slab of wheat—pickles and burger not included. Since her return home, questionable items had become a frequent fixing at meals. For once, Valerie thanked God for Alice Academy and its adherence to Feral Food Investigation laws.
Valerie glanced at her sister humming away at the sink. Rose never minded what others thought of her. As much was clear when her delicate older sister turned up on their parent’s doorstep—barefoot with a bun in the oven and the town wolf in tow. Valerie imagined their father—family pistol in one hand, his revolver in the other—playing “tag” down Neoma’s streets.
It was Jesse’s barked words that brought her crashing back to the dilemma.
“Then don’t eat the damned sandwich.”
Lowering her lashes, Valerie settled against her hand and kicked up a brow at her brother-to-be. “And you were?” she purred, pointing to his own plate full.
Jesse went stone stiff as her sister chiseled him with an over-the-shoulder look. “Damn straight!” he said.
Valerie gnawed the innards of her cheek as Jesse crammed one sandwich after another down the hatch.
“Tastes great, babe,” he spoke between bites.
Shame her sister, Rose, didn’t own a camera.
“Valerie,” Rose said, switching gears. “Eat already. Madam will be by early this afternoon to escort you the academy.”
“Miss two classes and suddenly you need a leash,” grumbled Valerie. Downing her sister’s concoction, she tossed back the glass of water and raised a hand goodbye.
Jessie whined. “Why she gets water?”
“Did you say something, dear?” said Rose.
“Not a word, babe.”
God help Jesse should her sister ever obtain leash.
Valerie looked up at the leaves fluttering through the lattice of branches overhead. Soon the last mating season would begin. As if I care. Once per season Alice Academy allowed a break of sorts, during which ferals chose their life mates. Being twenty-one this month, Valerie could only assume it was close to the human version of honeymooning.
“Welcome back, halfling.”
“Hell to you too,” said Valerie. Lapping at her index, she thumbed to the next page. “Don’t you have yarn ball to chase, Simmy?”
“It’s Si-mon-e,” Simone snorted. “Lady Simone. It stands your kind would never know how to address nobility.”
“Don’t know, don’t care…” Valerie shrugged.
In Neoma, ferals and humans remained under the ancient law of “nobility”. Both ranked by lineage, ability, and strength. However, mating between human and feral strengths lead to a lower class. A term Valerie didn’t dare speak.
“Valerie,” a husky voice said from behind.
Pulled flush into his embrace, the musk of Creed and caramel milk did nothing to conceal his identity. “Kenneth,” Valerie breathed. “What are yo—”
Warm to the feel, his breath grazed her ear and she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “Shhhh…” he said. “Let your mate-to-be handle this.”
“A pure-blood going after a halfling?” Simone said. “Disgusting.”
“I must agree,” purred Kenneth. Simone lowed her lashes and gave a crooked grin. “However, it is not Valerie I find shameless.”
Simone tightened her lips, brow furrowed at his barbed declaration.
Gazes locked, Valerie felt she like that unlucky idiot caught amidst a lightning storm.
Hefting her nose, Simone turned in the opposite direction.
Kenneth smiled against her neck. “Catch you later, hellcat.”
Valerie gazed after Kenneth as he ran to a group of guys, slapping palms with them. She nodded her head negative. If she came to fathom men’s behavior, it’d be too soon.
“Kenneth Parker thinks he’s all that and a bag cat nip,” Simone clicked her tongue from behind her. “Just ‘cause his father was Neoma’s alpha.”
Grip tightening, Valerie pressed to ignore the musings of an angry molly.
“He’s a flirt,” Simone said. “An incorrigible tom who’d sooner serve a skirt than his country.”
Thwack! Valerie watched the blood drip from Simone’s cheek, the beat of her pulse increasing as the smell of urine became strong. “Shut it,” said Valerie. Drawing back bloodied knuckles, she opened and closed it a few before dropping it to her side. “Talking as if you know everyone from the core. Tch! That’s all you full-blood brats know. Throw shade and talk shit.”
“Y-you can’t talk to me like that!” squeaked Simone. “Who do you think you are?”
Valerie tilted her head, a smile tilting her lips. “I wonder…”
Simone shivered. “Madam Rezina!” she cried.
Valerie shrugged. Turned heel and walked back toward the fence. She could still feel Simone’s gaze burning holes into her back as she vaulted over and back into the trees behind the school.
Ava was a bad girl. Always had been. It was part of the reason Ricky contemplated asking her out. Ava matched the level of bad ass that he’d struggled to mount his years at Icarus Co. One date with Ava could Ricky’s brand him a permanent soprano for the rest of his life. No pressure, right?
Ricky stared at the minx as she swayed, her hips compelling him to join her on the dance floor. He licked his lips before taking a swig of beer. Devil be praised he’d worn pants two sizes too big.
She glanced in Ricky’s direction, eyes glowing scarlet and forbidden. Ava held his gaze, a naughty smile playing at the corners of her lips before her attention snapped back to the DJ.
Ricky was across the bar in two snaps of a cat’s tail, pulling her from the dance floor and into the hall. “Shit,” Ricky breathed, freeing her hand from his. “Why’d you go and drag me here? You know I hate parties! I’d have declined if…”
Crimson eyes widened slightly then narrowed almost immediately. “If what?” Ava asked.
Ricky cursed again.
“I knew it.” Ava said. Turning her back to him, she tossed up a hand in goodbye. “Another dog that’s all bark, no bite.”
Ricky pinned her against the door before he could think better of it, one hand on the knob, the other just inches from Ava’s cheek. He watched as she worried her lower lip with teeth. Lovely, pink lips that Ricky just wanted to slip his tongue into and see if she tasted as good as she looked.
Ava must have sensed his thoughts. Pressing her petite body against Ricky’s hard one, Ava tilted her head enough to brush her lips with his.
Ricky’s final shred of control snapped as he pulled her roughly to him. Thrusting the closet door open, Ricky pulled Ava inside. The door clicked behind them as if with a will of its own and Ricky snapped the lock in place. He forced his hands under her shirt, feathering his way up her stomach.
Ava moaned, a sound he captured with his mouth. Ricky probed her tongue with his and felt her respond in kind. Their tongues dueled for dominance over the kiss even as Ricky’s other hand wandered beneath her skirt.
Ricky listened as Ava’s moans became louder. Each caress seemed to bring her closer to the pleasure he strove to give her.
A sudden knock on the door made Ricky pause before shouting “go away”. Ava seemed not to notice. She squeaked from the feel of his teeth rubbing against her neck, drawing on the tender skin beneath.
Another knock on the door, harder than the first drew Ava’s attention.
“Shit! Get off me, Ricky,” she shouted, but her attempt at reason was lost on Ricky.
“Dammit,” Ricky growled. “Leave already!”
He returned his attentions to the woman beneath him and began to suck on the skin of her neck.
Wood splintered around them a moment before the door gave way, slapping Ricky in midst of his head.
“What the hell…” Ricky didn’t finish his sentence. A hand fisted in his shirt and drew him up to face a pair of familiar crimson eyes.
“What the devil are you doing to Carneli”
Ricky blinked. “Carneli,” he repeated unthinkingly.
“Yes, my twin,” the woman growled in clear irritation.
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