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I saw her—a female unlike any I had known.

She stood at the water’s edge, her skin warm as bronze, soft as silk. Dark, shining hair spilled down her back, curling slightly at the ends. Her body was smaller than mine, curved in ways that made my pulse quicken. Her scent carried to me on the breeze—a tantalizing mix of sweetness and musk that made my cock stir against my leathers.

She turned, her eyes finding mine, and she giggled.

A soft, teasing sound. A lure.

My body reacted instantly, instincts sharpening. My pupils dilated, my nostrils flared. Every muscle tensed, ready to spring.

Terran.

I knew her species, though it had been centuries since Rodinians had traded with Terra Prime. The old alliances were distant memories, faded records buried in Legion archives.

Yet there she was.

My mate.

I knew it with absolute certainty. The recognition burned in my blood, a primal knowledge that transcended rationalthought. She belonged to me. I belonged to her. It had been written in the code of my genes, in the ancient magic of my people.

She laughed again, daring me to chase.

So I did.

I lunged, my body powerful and fast, leaping over smooth stones and mossy earth, following the sound of her breath, the warmth of her presence. My tail extended behind me for balance as I moved on all fours, covering ground with predatory efficiency.

She ran—but only to tempt me, her pace playful, meant to be caught. Her bare feet barely touched the ground as she darted between trees, glancing over her shoulder to ensure I followed.

And I did.

I caught her at the edge of the lagoon, sweeping her up as she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her skin was hot against mine, her small hands pressing against my chest, feeling the coarse fur that covered my torso.

She was perfect.

I pressed her down onto the sun-warmed stone, her body arching as I held her beneath me, my claws lightly tracing her curves. I was careful not to break her delicate skin as I explored her, learning the terrain of my mate’s body. She was so much smaller than me, so much more fragile, yet I sensed her strength.

She sighed my name.Zehn.

The sound made my blood burn, my cock throbbed painfully against my leathers. I’d never heard my name spoken with such want, such need. It had made the beast inside me roar with triumph.

I lowered my head, tasting her skin, dragging my tongue in long, slow strokes along her collarbone, down between her breasts, tracing the delicate lines of her abdomen. Her flavorwas intoxicating—salt and sweetness mixed with something uniquely her own.

She trembled, her scent intensifying, her body pliant beneath me. Her hands moved to my shoulders, nails digging into my fur as I tasted more of her. I growled against her skin, the vibration making her squirm beneath me.

I spread her thighs with my hands, exposing her to me, and her breath hitched. She was wet, glistening, her body preparing itself for mine. The scent of her arousal made me dizzy with want.

“Please,” she whispered, and it was the sweetest command I had ever received.

My mouth found her.

She gasped, her hips bucking as I feasted on her, tasting the salt of her sweat, the honeyed musk of her arousal. My rough tongue explored her folds, circling her clit with deliberate pressure. I held her thighs apart, keeping her open to me as I devoured her.

Her cries filled the jungle, her fingers gripping my hair as she came, her body shaking beneath my tongue. I drunk her in, greedy for every drop, every tremor, every sound she made.

But I wasn’t finished.

I moved over her, locking her gaze with mine, holding her down as I freed myself from my leathers. My cock sprung free, thick and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, but there was no fear—only hunger.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice rough with desire.

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