King Conri's Fated Mate
We eyed each in the dim light, and I felt he was taking his time to measure me.
I leaped again. We tumbled together, and for several long moments, we rolled and flailed, biting and growling. The hunter's teeth pierced my shoulder, and I took a chunk out of his neck. The taste of his blood in my mouth was incredible—hot, tangy. I felt his essence in every nerve ending. For a split second, I paused as I was confused about the sensation of feeling my enemy by just the taste of their blood. The Hunter used my hesitation against me as he rolled, pinning me beneath his weight. I was wedged between the branches of a fallen tree, and I couldn’t buck him off. I couldn’t even reach him with my teeth,
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