Mating Instinct (The COMPLETE Ridgeville Series) by Kyle Celia

Author:Kyle, Celia [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-01T07:00:00+00:00

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Tess’s words carried him into the forest, dogging his heels and sticking to him like glue as he disappeared amongst the shadows.

I care, Harding. I already care too much.

It was a start, a good beginning to their eventual mating. They had a few obstacles to overcome first, but he had no doubt that it’d end with his teeth sliding into her shoulder as they made love for the first time. God, his cat wanted to fuck the woman into the mattress—or the ground—but he knew they’d come together slowly. Tess deserved nothing less.

But first he had to handle whoever had followed them. He hadn’t been worried at first, the presence of another on the mountain not surprising him in the least. There were at least twenty-five people living in the compound, and then there were the hikers. Sure, Freedom, and now the Council, owned half the mountain, but it wasn’t like they could fence off their portion. The land was beautiful, so it figured that others would have the same opinion.

Except this person… The first obvious hint had been the quieting of the forest, but Tess’s reaction had woken his beast. The lion roared to the fore, hunting for the source of their mate’s fear. It pushed against, and broke, Harding’s mental bindings. Fur had burst through his skin while bone and muscle reshaped his face. But most of all, his senses grew until he could hear every heartbeat in the forest. He could zero in on the unmoving buck and the frozen squirrel as well as the quiet birds resting in the trees.

But there was a single echoing thump that drew his beast’s attention. It rose above the other sounds as if daring Harding to follow. He tipped his head back, searching through the scents that soaked the air, hunting up the identity of the interloper. Decaying leaves, wet grass, and dying trees reached him, yet it remained elusive.

The person wasn’t gone though. While the intruder’s scent was indefinable, the heavy flavor of hate was ever present. It stung his nose and teased his cat.

Harding flexed his fingers, enjoying the feel of his claws and anxious for them to meet the person who contained so much hatred for his mate.

He ventured further into the forest, no longer retracing his steps, but choosing a different path through the trees. He hoped to circle behind whoever followed them. He could hear the uneven crackle and snap of twigs and branches off to his left. Unfortunately, the wind still wasn’t blowing toward him, gifting him with the person’s scent.

He traveled further and further down the mountain, ears open for the occasional scuffle and shift of his prey. The person continued on a predictable path, following his and Tess’s steps of only moments ago. The trick would be eliminating the threat without actually eliminating the threat. He needed to ensure Tess’s safety, so “capture but not kill” was a necessity.

When the other person’s pace increased, so did Harding’s. He closed the gap between him and the intruder.

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