He hadn’t slept at all, and in fact had his thoughts occupied with images of Kettah. The sound of movement in his room alerted him to the fact she was up, and every muscle in his body grew taut. All fucking night he had been keeping his senses tuned to what was happening outside, and inside. He had been hard as fuck, too, and that pissed him off. Not because she was so attractive, with her curves that reminded him of a woman, but because he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He could not be with her in any way, despite the fact she was his mate. The situation was dangerous. He was dangerous. His lion was a sadistic and vicious thing, loving the taste of blood, the feel of flesh rending under its claws, and the power that came from taking a life. He couldn’t guarantee that if he was with her, and his cock buried deep in her pussy, that he wouldn’t be able to control the need to shift, because his lion wanted her, pretty fucking badly. Already he was fighting with the motherfucker constantly, because it wanted out, wanted to pin Kettah beneath him and sink its canines in the tender spot where her shoulder met her neck.
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