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    “Sirs and Madams, Masters and Mistresses, the Primal Takedowns are about to begin. I’m certain most of you know what defines a primal—that they identify with the animal inside them, that it is this animal which drives their lust, inspires them, and in which their power is based. Some identify as a particular animal—dog, cat, horse, wolf, even bear. But for others, it is simply that primal, bestial energy. Not that we care, do we? As long as they have that drive.
    “But let me explain how this event works. The Boys and Girls will be released from the pens simultaneously, their skin slick with oil. Some of the Girls, as you can see, have earned the privilege of wearing a stunt cock, so that they may conquer a Boy or another Girl, if they can manage it, and some of them—oh yes, ladies and gentleman—some of them will, which makes for an excellent show. Quite simply, they will go after each other. Some will put on a long chase. Some will tackle the first object of their desire. The point is to take down an opponent, and once down, they may do whatever they like to them. The opponent will often fight back for our entertainment, and no doubt their own. There will be biting. There will be scratching. Kicking.” She pauses, smiles. “Fucking.”
    A small ripple of laughter goes up from the crowd in the stands.
    “It will be vicious. It will be primal. A blood sport to rival any other, a kinky spectacular unlike anything you’ve seen, unless, of course, you’ve been here at the Primal Ranch before. Enjoy.”
    Dahlia walks from the ring, and my heart is hammering, blood rushing through my veins and pounding in my aching, ridiculously hard cock, which I plan to plow into someone in the next few minutes. I brace my hands on the gate, waiting to feel the vibration that will signal the opening of it.
    I have several long moments to glance at the hot redhead two pens to my left, then across the ring to my little beauty Aimée, who looks scared as hell. She should be. Then I look up into the stands to see if I can spot the Master, but he’s not there. I’m fucking pissed at the knot that forms in my chest.
    Suddenly the gates swing wide and we’re all out at once, running across the arena, and it’s all flying fucking nerves and heat and the rage running through my veins, because I will have her. She is mine . She’s running toward me, her eyes wild with fear, her green ribbons fluttering, her gorgeous breasts bouncing. The dark-haired Boy that was penned next to me tries to shoulder me out of the way, but I turn and easily take him down with one swipe at his ankle. Foolish Boy. With a growl I jump on him, straddling his body, and when he struggles I bend down and sink my teeth into the back of his shoulder. He howls, but the sound only makes my blood run hotter. Makes me more determined.
    “It’s your lucky day,” I tell him as I jump up. “I have other targets in mind.”
    Things are moving quickly, and I take a brief moment to assess. One of the Girls has taken a Boy down, and is fucking him with her strap-on, holding one arm behind his back. Two of the Boys are wrestling, the oil on their skin making them slip and slide together in the dirt, and a third Boy jumps in while the crowd cheers. And beyond them, the redhead is running right at Aimée.
    I am not having it.
    “Motherfuckerrrrr!” I yell as I run full speed.
     
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    Slamming into him, I take him down to the ground, and he kicks at me, then he wraps one long leg around mine and manages to flip me over onto my back. He’s on top of me, his long cock rubbing against mine, and the hard surge of desire is a momentary part of this dance as we lock gazes. I growl again as I slam both fists up onto his chest and shove him off me. Now I’m on top of him, and I grab his sides, taking fistfuls of his tight, fine flesh in my hands, grabbing hard, clawing at him. He yells, tries to throw me off, but he can’t do it, and I crow in