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Gasping, she came up. Her claws emerged and dug painfully into his lower arm. He ignored the pain, his focus tried and true.

Fixated on the creamy flesh of her shoulder, he felt his teeth lengthen as a partial shift overtook him. He pressed his teeth to her tender flesh and bit down hard, breaking her skin.

Her orgasm struck them, making the walls of her sex flutter around his cock as the taste of her sweet, coppery blood filled his mouth.

He’d spent the majority of his life as a man unable to shift forms and able to deny his beast side its baser needs. As he drank down her rich blood, the animal side of him celebrated its victory. It uncoiled within him, making his muscles ripple and burn as his cat—a hybrid now—danced beneath the surface of his skin.

Jordan lost the last thread of control he had, thrusting into her. His balls drew up seconds before his cock exploded, bathing her womb in his seed.

Nina lifted his arm and licked along the claw marks, his blood entering her as her body twitched with ecstasy. She moaned, sucking on his arm.

Wind pushed through the tiny hut, seemingly coming from all directions at once. It wasn’t natural, and Jordan instinctively put his body over Nina’s, wanting to protect her. It struck them both, locking them together with a force he couldn’t dream of competing with. For a split second, it felt as if he had slipped his skin, entering her body.

Nina gasped, her body bucking against his. He held her tight, knowing she was feeling what he just had. “Ride it out, baby. It will pass.”

“Jordan?” she whispered, sounding so helpless that it nearly broke him.

The wind died down and he stayed rooted in her, holding her tiny body. Every ounce of him demanded he protect her, regardless of the fact she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She was his. His to protect. His to be with. His to love.

Kissing her neck, he snuggled against her. Never had he felt so whole, so complete. He licked the bite wound on her shoulder and the healing agents in his saliva reacted. The bite mark healed over almost instantly but just because it was gone meant nothing. He’d done something he could never take back. He’d bonded himself to Nina. He’d claimed her.

But she didn’t claim me back.

The thought sobered him, as did the realization that he was holding her so tight he had to be crushing bone. He let go and she fell forward, hitting the bed fast. He stiffened, horrified as the predatory side of him coiled into itself, fully sated. The man was left staring at the aftermath of what he’d done.

I took her without her permission—and did it violently.

Jordan gasped, moving back from her.

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