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best to poke right through his leather
pants.
    Christ, stop looking there!
    Watching his shift had been amazing, but it was also a
reality check for her.
    He wasn’t human, and she was totally fucked.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “What are you?”
    Kadan frowned at her question. “You don’t know?”
    “No, I don’t know! How the hell would I know? I woke
up in a cell with these—” Jordan lifted her hands to show him the shackles
still binding her hands, “—on my fucking wrists, then I was dragged out into
that arena where you attacked me.”
    He felt a wave of discomfort at her accusation. Kadan
had felt such an overpowering need to claim her that he hadn’t been able to
stop himself from going after her. And that lack of control was very unusual
for him. He’d needed to give her the mating bite, to bind them together and
take what was his. Still, he didn’t like seeing the fear in her eyes, nor did
he like seeing her in chains.
     “I scented you the moment I entered the coliseum, and
knew you were my mate. I didn’t mean to frighten you, but now it is done. You
are mine.”
    “You keep saying that, but I don’t even know what that
means!”
    That gave him pause. “You don’t have mates on your
world?”
    “No! And where the hell are we? What world is this? Wait…you
scented me? This is crazy. I’m crazy. People don’t just sprout wings and carry
women off. Shit, that’s it. I really died, and this is all just some fucking up
dream. You’re a demon, right? Does that mean I’m in hell?”
    His frown deepened. “Your language is atrocious.”
    She glared back at him. “I’m having a breakdown here,
I think I’m entitled to swear.”
    Kadan couldn’t help it. He laughed. His new mate was a
delight to him, even if she did ask too many questions and swore worse than any
of his warriors. He was proud of the fact that even though she was terrified,
she didn’t fall at his feet in tears. He didn’t care for the acrid scent of her
fear, though. He would try to answer her questions and put her at ease, but he
didn’t have much time. When he had bitten her, he had injected her with his own
scent marker to claim her.
    That bite would also trigger her heat, and she would
need him soon.
    “You’re not dead. I am King Kadan Krell, leader of the
Vor. The Wraiths brought you here to Vor because you were destined to be my
mate. We are a shifter race with heightened senses, which allows me to smell
your emotions.” His voice lowered as he said, “I can also smell that your heat
is beginning. Explanations will have to wait.”
    Her bright green eyes went wide. “Heat? Oh my God, did
you infect me with something when you bit me?”
    “My bite bound us together, and will trigger your
heat.” Silence filled the room for two beats before he added, “From the look on
your face and the scent of your fear, I’m guessing your people don’t go into
heat.”
    “No, we don’t.”
    “You do now.”
    Jordan was about to ask what he meant by that when a
wave of heat punched through her so hard she almost doubled over. Before she
could fall to her knees, Kadan had her in his arms, holding her up. Her hands
gripped his arms as the muscles in her stomach slowly unclenched. Panting, she
waited for the pain to ease.
    “What…the…fuck?”
    Kadan brushed the hair back from her face gently. “It
has begun.”
    “Can you make it stop?”
    “There is only one way to do that. You need my seed
inside you.”
    Jordan’s eyes closed as another wave of heat flashed
through her at the thought of him filling her. She’d just met him, now she was
expected to have sex with him? Jordan had never been casual about sleeping with
anyone. Okay, she’d had a few one-night stands in the past, but this was
something beyond anything she’d ever had to deal with before. She was mated to
the leader of a race of aliens she’d never heard of, and now she needed to fuck
him to stop the pain he’d caused by biting her and bonding them