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The words bounced around his head, feeling more right in relation to Nina than he cared to admit. If Manna was correct, and Nina was truly his mate, he had his work cut out for him, especially since Nina didn’t want him like he did her.

With a huff, he exited the bathing pool, knowing full well that sulking would never win him what he wanted.

Nina.

He pulled his pants on quickly. With pure intent, Jordan stalked towards the hut where he’d left Nina. There would be no going back. No letting her talk him out of anything. They were made for one another. Pure and simple.

He pushed open the door to the hut with such force it nearly came free of its hinges.

Nina gasped. “J-Jordan?”

She stared at his body, her gaze going to his groin area. His pants were wet and clung to him.

His shaft responded in kind, lengthening, pleased with the hunger reflected in her gaze. He yanked his wet pants off, tossing them aside. Stroking himself, he watched her, pre-come beading at the head of his cock. She licked her lower lip and he took the action for what it was.

An invite.

“Jordan, please.”

He padded across the room and reached down, tearing the flimsy gown from her glorious body.

“Please.”

He needed her but so did his animal side. He couldn’t restrain it and he knew better than to try. Yanking hard on her, he flipped her over on the bed.

She snarled at him, nipping over her shoulder, trying to get to him.

He swatted her exposed ass cheek and then rubbed the spot. “Nina, I’m gonna fuck you raw, baby.”

“Yes,” she replied, shoving her rump upwards at him. “Stars above, yes!”

Jordan couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and dragging Nina against him. The minute her ass pressed against his cock, he growled, wanting more. Her arousal smelled so sweet that he gave in to the pull. He slapped her ass again.

Nina gasped. “Jordan.”

Licking one hand, he stared at her ass, already knowing he’d claim it as well as her pussy. There was no more denying the primitive side of himself. He wouldn’t stop it, even if he could.

He swatted her ass cheek playfully and rubbed the spot as she yelped. The smell of her desire increased and Jordan did it again, spanking her ass. She wiggled against him, the rosette of her dark passage teasing him. He bent his head quickly, licking the cleft of her ass. She tried to move away but he locked a strong arm around her waist, pinning her in place. She cried out as he rimmed her anus with his tongue. Using his free hand, Jordan speared her wet core with two fingers, nearly coming at the feel of her silken folds wrapping around his skin.

“J-Jordan,” she whimpered, fear evident in her voice but her arousal outweighing it. “Not here. Not where anyone could walk in on us.”

He heard her pleas and somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he knew they were valid, but he couldn’t stop himself. He continued, licking her ass and finger-fucking her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm hitting her hard.

Jordan used that moment to take hold of his cock, line up with her entrance and ram himself to the hilt.

The walls of her womanly core gripped him tight and he nearly exploded in her. She cried out, clawing at the bed as he began systematically drilling his body into hers, knowing he was causing her discomfort.

Nina bucked against him, ramming herself onto his cock even harder.

He dug his fingers into her hips and held firm to her, savagely slamming into her. The sight of his shaft disappearing into her body maddened him, taking an already depraved man and forcing him over the edge.

No one would take her from him. No one.

“Mine, Nina. Mine,” he growled, his mouth changing forms as he grabbed her hair and yanked her upper body towards him, still fucking her from behind. The act was primitive, but required. Mating rituals for the pride he’d originated from were long since rumored to be something that teetered on the edge of going too far. Each thrust into her tight cunt reminded him of how true the stories had been. Never had he taken a woman this hard, this rough, and yet he still felt it wasn’t enough—that Nina’s body demanded even more from him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Harder.”

He obliged, ramming deep before pulling back and drilling into her again and again. The need to speak was all consuming. “I claim thee as my mate, my soul, my love for all eternity. Take my seed as proof and taste of my blood, as I taste of yours.”

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