a deep breath, sniffing at her neck. "I can smell him all over you, and that I will not tolerate. I'll teach you who you belong to female," he grit out from between his teeth, just before his mouth slammed down on hers.
Maya tried to pull away, but his other hand moved around to the back of her head holding her in place. His mouth crashed onto her own again, his lips crushing hers against her teeth. She tried to keep her mouth closed against his onslaught, he was beginning to scare her with his rough manhandling. She couldn't think straight and panic took flight, her stomach knotting in true fear. She was alone in a secluded wood with a wall of towering testosterone, and no one was around to help her. What the hell had she been thinking to go running at dusk? She hadn't had she, she'd been agitated and had needed to just let off a little steam to help her relax enough to sleep. She hadn't been doing well sleeping the last couple of weeks, her dreams turning to nightmares and then followed by that hot, erotic voice whispering to her. Pushing the one arm he didn't have a hold of between them, she tried to use it as leverage to put space between them but it was a useless exercise. He was too solid, it was like trying to move one of the big oak trees that surrounded them. She fought against his strength, desperate to keep her mouth closed. Panic was beginning to set in, making her light headed due to lack of oxygen. Just before she passed out he softened his assault, backing off and giving her breathing room. She took a much needed breath but before she could get her wits about her his lips once again claimed hers. This time he was gentle, teasing at her mouth, teasing sips and nibbles. She was helpless to do anything but return his gentle caress, and he groaned against her mouth. The gruff sound reverberated through her body, making her instantly wet. She felt him soften even further. He again gave light teasing nips to the corner of her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip before nipping at it and laving the sting with this his tongue.
"Open up, I want inside," Jaden whispered thickly against her mouth. Still keeping a hold of her so she couldn't get away. His cat was riding him hard, wanting to lash out and punish his mate for daring to let another male near her. Jaden knew she was scared, he could smell it on her, a nasty overwhelming acrid scent that burned his nostrils. The cloying smell clogging the back of his throat and making him want to gag, especially as he was the one who was causing it. He tried to pull back, but the cat was clawing to get out at his mate, incensed at finding the scent of another male on her. It was taking everything in him to try to hold it back, to stop the shift as it raked at his insides, desperate to get at its mate. Jaden hated that he was the cause of her fear, but he was helpless to pull back. He needed something to help calm the cat. The cat wanted her complete surrender and wasn't too bothered how he got it. The man though was a different matter, he wanted it voluntarily, preferably with complete abandon.
Jaden tried to placate the cat by coaxing a response from her. First, he ran his tongue over the seam of lips, a sensual sweep before moving to her chin. There he gave a playful nip before kissing down her throat stopping at the pulse hammering there. He sucked on the sensitive skin covering the frantic beat, his tongue tasting it, before sucking it between his lips. He was leaving his mark as well as his scent all over her before this was over. He'd make sure no other male would come near her to appease the cat and the man. The cat was hissing and clawing at him incensed at the abhorrent scent of another male on his female. But the man, he was disgusted with his own behaviour, and not being able to control it. He was riddled with shame that he could have treated her so roughly, ignoring her fear. The
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