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but was he going to stop? Fuck no. “I should kill you right now, just snap your weak little fucking neck like a wishbone.” He twisted his wrist gently, just enough to show the male he wasn’t kidding, and a satisfying grunt left the human. Maverick grinned, flashed his elongated canines, and chuckled when the male’s eyes widened. “When a female doesn’t show any interest in you that usually means to back the fuck up. Now, I want you to nod because you understand what the fuck I’m saying.” The human nodded frantically, and Maverick grinned again. With one more squeeze, he tossed the male aside. His body landed on the pavement with a sickening crunch. He picked himself off the ground and got the fuck out of there. Maverick turned, saw the female standing under the awning with her head lowered, and felt that unfamiliar ache in his chest. His lion roared out unexpectedly, clawing to be released. Her head was downcast, but the need to see her face, to really get a good fucking look pounded inside of him and wouldn’t let up until he was satisfied. He moved forward until he stood right in front of her. He shouldn’t do what he was about to do, but fuck it. His lion was a demanding asshole, and the need to feel this female was too strong to ignore. He reached out, gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and a powerful jolt went through his veins at the feel of her. He had to do everything in his power to rein in his motherfucking animal. His heart pounded double-time as he looked down at the mop of messy honey colored hair that was slightly windblown. The feel of her, the smell of hyacinth that cracked his flesh like the sting of a whip, and the fact he was currently standing in front of her made everything inside of him shift. He grew rock-hard instantly despite the fact he had just gotten off.
    Mine. She is all mine , and I want her now.
    He felt the intensity of knowing she was his mate, but he was better at controlling himself than the animal he housed. It was his lion roaring out those words in his head, pounding them inside of him over and over again. The lion tried with desperation to be released. It clawed and snapped to be released and claim its mate, but Maverick was just as strong as the fucker, knew that if he let the beast out destruction would follow, and he wasn’t about to put his mate, or anyone else for that matter, at risk. Slowly he lifted her head, and when her hazel eyes, ones that were far more green than brown, met his everything inside of him momentarily froze. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing kicked into overdrive. She was a Pallas’s cat shifter, his mate, and staring at him like she was scared as fuck to be in his presence. Any other time he would have agreed that she should have been running in the other direction, especially when his lion was so close to the surface, threatening to break free, but this wasn’t one of those times. She was his mate. His . She had nothing to fear from him, but everything to fear from his lion, because that motherfucker wanted out, and it wanted her. It wouldn’t be gentle and soft. It would take her the way it wanted: rough, raw, and unforgiving until neither of them could walk afterwards.
    Maverick inhaled deeply, and a low growl left him. Yeah, she was fucking his , but that wasn’t the only thing he scented. He should have picked up the smell instantly, but the fact of the matter was his senses had been clouded when he realized she was all his. The very light scent of Viktor Milokov surrounded her, but it wasn’t for any other reason than because they shared the same blood. Maverick kept hold of her arms and looked around. She seemed to be alone, and he couldn’t detect any other malicious presence close by. He pushed her into the motel and then into the room he’d just left and closed the door silently. At least she hadn’t fought him, but she would have lost regardless. Once inside the darkened room he smelled her fear peak and