CRIMSON
My roar rips through the night, halting the music, festivities, and actions of those who are attempting to mate and claim my mate.
My kitten. MINE.
I see red, I blaze with fury. Baring my teeth and I rumble out a growl, stalking towards my bound mate – laid out like a feast to be devoured, silk ties wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her dress is shredded and the heat rolling off her consumes my senses.
The scent of her arousal fills the air and I gulp it in.
I fight through the cluster of men who are vying for my woman. Scratching and clawing, knocking them down and out, making my way to her.
I’m drenched, fur saturated with their blood. How many are dead – I don’t care. I’ll fight the whole Pride if I have to.
I’ll kill them all.
Reaching Tawny, I climb up and over her
