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He needed to breed his mate.
She gasped, taking a step back. She got no further away from him. Distantly, he was aware that he had taken a step forward, but most of his focus was on his clothes. They were tight and constricting and damned uncomfortable. He was aware of the fabric tugging and resisting him as he yanked and pulled at it, trying to get itoff!
Misty blinked. Then laughed. She took another step back. He followed. Still tugging at his clothes, frustrated by how tight and constricting the robes were. But as much as that bothered, he was more concerned with the distance between them.
There should be no distance. No space. He needed to breathe her, taste her, fill her, until their bodies were so intertwined, there was no separating them. Did she not realize that? Why was she still steppingback?!
A wicked smile crossed her face.
She turned and ran.
Tsok roared, immediately giving chase. Hunting down his mate. Needing to fuck her. Needing to breed her. Needing toclaim her!
Chapter 43
Misty
Oh, this was even better than she had been promised.
Tsok was gone.
Like, that was still her big, feline male, but every layer of polished civility had been abruptly and brutally stripped away. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what was different, but she was suddenly and acutely aware that she was locked in a room with a predator. This was no longer a proper, dignified politician.
This was a beast. Her mate. Growling at her. Ripping and tugging at his clothing like he had no idea how it worked anymore, just that he needed to get it off his body. Wild. Unthinking. Only feeling.
His eyes were glowing.
They always glowed. All kreecharma had glowing eyes, but this was different. Where she’d compare the usual glow to the gentle light of a firefly, the way those bright green eyes stared at her now was more like a nuclear reaction. Heated. Radioactive.
Completely and totally focused on her, like everything else in the world had suddenly ceased to exist. It was devastating and thrilling.
It sent her running.
Not because she wanted to get away. Not because she was afraid. Not even because she needed space to process the change that had just come over her male.
She wanted to be chased. She wanted him to come after her. She wanted to be hunted down, thrown to the ground, and rutted like she was nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. A breeding hole for him to catch and claim as was his right.
Behind her, the deep, echoing roar of her heated mate spurred her legs into moving faster.
She ran from him, straight up the stairs that led to the second floor. She barely crested the landing when she heard the thudding of heavy footsteps right at her back. She grabbed the corner railing and used it to turn, swinging around into the hall branching off the foyer.
Tsok wasn’t so quick on his turn, and she heard his body thudding into the wall before his feet scrambled against the floor to chase after her.
She giggled maniacally, legs burning as she sprinted. But there was nowhere to go down the long hall but straight. Tsok caught up to her before she even reached the first door.
As her arm swung back with her stride, he caught her by the elbow, then jerked. She was yanked back as an involuntary cry slipped past her lips. Before she could fall, however, he was there, putting a shoulder down, catching her by the belly. He picked her up in a fireman’s carry, jogging her down the hall without even a hitch in his step from picking her up.
Misty could only laugh as his other hand clenched her thigh. Squeezing tight as he continued where she left off. Taking them straight to their room – right where she had been heading.
Because it was there in front of her, she took her chance to bite him on the shoulder. His growl only deepened as she chuckled, feeling wicked and excited.
Her heart hadn’t pounded this hard since she was a virgin on her first night. Nervous, thrilled, her skin crawling with anticipation, while her belly clenched.
She heard the door to their room sliding open but before she could lift her head, she was suddenly thrown over. She fell onto the bed with a cry, followed by laughter. She was on her side, but didn’t get a chance to turn onto her back or belly before Tsok grabbed her by the leg and pushed it up, opening her to him. He grabbed her black lace panties and ripped them away.
There was no foreplay, no teasing, no preparation. He was just there, shoving himself deep as she cried out from the sudden shock of being so forcefully entered. His cock, usually inside his body, was always slick, and she was wet with her own anticipation, making it easy or that might have really hurt.
As it was, she could only grasp desperately onto the blanket as he began pounding into her.
