out-of-control world.
“Only for you.” He grinned, displaying sharp white teeth.
Violet trembled, teetering on the edge. “Bite me, Nikhil.” She tilted her head back, pressing her breasts against his unrelenting chest, offering her neck to him. “Bite me.”
A growl rose from deep inside his throat, primitive and feral and possessive. He reared back and drove forward, ramming his cock into her beleaguered pussy and closing his mouth over her neck, breaking skin, breaking her.
“Yes!” she screamed, the pain severing her last remaining thread of sanity. A rush of sound, of sensation, swept over her, spinning her into a vortex.
Nikhil thrust once, twice more into the whirlwind, and he stiffened, dousing her madness, filling her pussy with hot cum, the deluge setting off another round of blissful bedlam.
“Madness.” Violet laughed, leaning backward and flinging her arms behind her, giddy with the euphoria of loving this powerful male, trusting him to hold her.
Nikhil rested his head between her breasts, his lips pressing against her skin, his breath hot and fast. “This is madness.” He chuckled.
Chapter Four
Three days later, Nikhil placed a cup of tea on a mismatched saucer. Chaos . A smile curled his lips, contentment settling low in his soul.
The screen built into the refrigerator flashed red, and his phone buzzed against his hip. Gaur . “Bruce!”
The big bear rushed into the kitchen. “The east gate has been breached, boss. There are four males, heavily armed, wearing protective clothing.” The floor shook and dishes rattled, the freshly steeped tea sloshing over the brim of the cup. Bruce tapped his earpiece. “They’ve blasted the front door.” He pulled his gun. “Are you coming, boss?”
Prey . Nikhil’s inner tiger howled, eager to hunt Gaur. He turned his head and gazed at the door to his lair, as Violet called it. His mate was sequestered inside the room, distributing her harmless form of anarchy remotely, keeping the Internet gods honest.
“She should be safe, boss,” Bruce assured him.
Should be safe . The need to hunt warred with the need to protect. “I can’t take the chance.” Nikhil patted the big male’s shoulder. “Shoot to kill. Gaur won’t hesitate to take your life.”
Bruce nodded and rushed toward the front door. Nikhil suppressed the desire to chase him, controlling his animal, and he strode purposefully forward.
The door to the temperature-regulated lair was open. Smoke drifted along the floor. Violet . Nikhil’s body temperature dropped, fear twisting his stomach. His claws broke skin, his body preparing for the impending battle.
The floor shook again, and the rooms were plunged into darkness. Nikhil surged through the doorway, shifting as he moved, dropping to all fours, shredding his clothes. The emergency generator buzzed, clicked, and he dived under the desk, the lights beaming, the brightness temporarily blinding him.
Nikhil sniffed, his inability to detect Violet’s musk in the smoke maddening. He prowled toward her chair, seeking visual reassurance, his paws silent on the tiled floor.
He passed an empty canister, the remnants of the smoke bomb. Threat. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faint scent of Indian bison. Gaur .
If he has touched my mate, he’ll die . Nikhil suppressed the impulse to run, navigating the shadows slowly, moving under the desks.
Another rumble rocked the house. “Call your men off,” Violet whispered, her voice raspy. She lives . A tight knot in Nikhil’s soul loosened. “You have me. There’s no need to hurt him.”
“And if hurting him is what I want?” Gaur’s chuckle held no humor. “Your Nikhil has overreached his caste, Violet. Or should I say Verve? He must pay the price.” The big male held a gun to her temple, his free arm wrapped over her shoulders, holding her to him.
Holding my mate . Nikhil crouched under the desk, his muscles coiled, the urge to protect, to kill tremendous.
“I won’t