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close. “After tonight we’ll be a whole lot more than friends.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Izak bit into Amara’s shoulder, shuddering with savage pleasure. She writhed beneath him, each fluid arch a silent demand. He must demonstrate his superior strength before she would lower her head and raise her hips. No female would accept a mate who couldn’t overpower her. He must be strong and fierce, able to protect her and her offspring.
    She growled and bucked, not yet ready to surrender. Using his powerful back legs, he lunged, forcing her down, pinning her against the leaf-strewn ground. He moved quickly, mounting her, thrusting deep before she could dislodge him.
    Breeding season was upon her, the evocative musk unmistakable. No other male had claimed her. His sensitive nose told him that as well. So why was she resisting? And why did this conflict arouse him far beyond the need to establish dominance? He wanted to savage her, shred her flesh with his claws, and lap her blood as he thrust into her flailing body.
    The desire was twisted, depraved, unnatural. He understood all this on some distant level, but that didn’t stop his mind from imagining the act, the brutality. He pumped faster and harder, restraining the darker impulses through sheer force of will.
    She gradually stilled and lowered her head. Female morphs tolerated sex in animal form. They were driven by instinct to allow the act, but they only experienced orgasms within their human bodies.
    Once she submitted, Izak lost interest, spilling his seed in a sudden gush. He held her still, hips tilted, for as long as she would allow, ensuring his semen saturated the opening to her womb.
    Her muscles flexed, and she shot forward with an unexpected burst of strength. Amara smoothly shifted, coming to her feet a short distance away. “And you wonder why no female will come near you in human form.” She panted, bracing her hands on her knees. Smooth golden skin gleamed in the moonlight. She was sleek and supple, though a bit scrawny, which was true of her cat form too. Brown strands threaded through her long blonde hair, identifying her as a tigress even in human form.
    He transformed as well, rocking back onto his haunches. “If my seed manages to take root, you’ll be happy enough to have me around. We both know no other male will have you.”
    Her golden gaze frosted over, any hint of lust gone in an instant. “You are such a bastard to bring that up now. There’s more to securing a mate than ambushing a female.” She took a step closer and lowered her voice. “I’d have thought the leopards would have taught you that tonight.”
    Shock bombarded his mind with unwanted emotions and random thoughts. He’d been too busy fighting for his life to take stock of the observers. If Amara had witnessed that debacle, why had she been alone in the forest? She was too smart to intentionally put herself in harm’s way. Unless this is what she’d wanted all along.
    Her last three pregnancies had ended in stillbirths, so last winter her mate had set her aside. It was his right. Any of the other tigers would have done the same. Healthy offspring were not a choice for morphs, they were a matter of survival.
    Izak took a moment to appreciate the irony. Innocent little Amara hadn’t just happened upon him in the forest. She’d planned the meeting, knowing he’d be wild with bloodlust, looking for a release for his aggression.
    He studied her with new interest. There wasn’t much to recommend her. She was of average height and build. Her features were ordinary in human and tiger form. At least she was a tigress. Many cats took lovers among the other breeds, but hybrid children were almost always sterile, therefore useless. Nearly as useless as a barren female.
    To think he’d felt sorry for taking out his frustration on Amara. He hadn’t taken advantage of a vulnerable female. He’d been skillfully ambushed.
    “The leopards overreacted to something they