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More screams sounded from the other side of the fenced area. The side the others controlled.

Jordan swallowed hard and moved off her as if in pain. “I’ll check it out.”

“Not without me, you won’t,” she said, rolling to her feet. She reached for her vest and bumped heads with Jordan. Another laugh escaped her.

He wrapped his hand over hers and stared at her with eyes so green they rivaled nature. “Hang on to this moment.”

“What? The begging like a bitch in heat?” she asked, her temper trying to return.

Jordan shook his head as he handed her the vest. “No. Hold on to the way we can make each other smile, Nina. Because we can. We don’t have to fight all the time. Do we?”

She yanked her vest on and tried several times to get it to button. It refused. Her breasts were swollen from passion and had no desire to be confined.

Jordan ran a finger over the tops of them and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Before I go, tell me the truth, without yelling.”

“The truth about what?” she asked.

“Would you have let me touch you if you weren’t cycling?”

She wanted to say no but that wasn’t what came out. “I don’t know. Probably not, because I’m stubborn.”

Jordan seemed satisfied with that answer. He rushed the fence and leapt, clearing it by at least a meter. He landed in a crouched position next to his discarded shirt. He tossed it over to her and Nina caught it with one hand. He winked. “Wear it, baby. I want my scent all over you, and yours all over it.”

She didn’t argue, and that in itself should have shocked her. She put his shirt on and when she looked up, Jordan was gone.

Her heart went to her throat and for a split-second, Nina forgot how to breathe. She’d almost lost him once, after he’d first arrived, to the others. He’d come to her planet with traces of lion DNA in him and after he was brutally attacked, he now had both lion and tiger.

Nina ran at the fence and jumped. She just missed hitting it before she landed on one knee and grit her teeth at the pain that radiated up her leg. She was better than this. She didn’t make careless mistakes. Clearly, Jordan had gotten under her skin, wreaking havoc with her response time.

Pushing through the yellow leaves that hung to the ground in masses from the black-bark-covered trees of the jungle, Nina continued to work herself into a panic over Jordan and his safety. She ignored the bite and sting of the branches as they sliced at her cheeks and exposed forearms. All that mattered was him. To have come this far with him, to have given in to the pull only to lose him wasn’t on the table.

She nearly took to the trees to better see but with as clumsy and out of sorts as she seemed to be as of late, it seemed unwise. She tapped into her shifter side, allowing her eyes to shift. She drew in a deep breath, trying to catch his scent. While successful, it wasn’t as she’d hoped. His scent clung to her and the shirt she now wore. It was impossible for her to track him.

Then she heard growls and obvious sounds of a fight. Nina bolted in the direction they came from.

She broke free of the foliage and the sight that greeted her was bloody. Jordan was on the ground with a partially shifted male—a hybrid enemy. Neither was moving.

She raced forward and grabbed hold of the hybrid male, ripping him up and off of Jordan. She assumed she’d find Jordan’s chest ripped out.

When she found him smiling up at her, she took a step back.

Her gaze went to the hybrid male. There was a hole clean through his chest. Jordan’s hand was bloody, as was his upper half.

“I won,” he said, rising to his feet with ease.

She grunted and rolled her eyes. “You gormless fool! I thought you were dead.”

“Gormless?” He used his non-bloodied hand to scratch his temple. “Yeah, I’ve got no clue what that means.”

She snorted. “I’m shocked. Really. I am.”

He came at her fast, crowding her body with his. He wagged his brows suggestively. “I’m on a kill high, baby, and my dick is so fucking hard I could cut diamonds with it.”

Nina took a giant step back, noticing the green in his eyes was now filled with a multitude of colors. It signaled how very close to the edge he walked with his shifter side.

He palmed his erection through his pants. “You want it. I can smell how wet your pussy is for me.”

His crassness confirmed his loss of control.

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