After only a minute, she decided that was too depressing, so she scrolled on until she found a compilation of cute cat videos, laughing at all their cute, crazy antics.
He knew it was a leap in logic, but that lack of male scent could very well have meant Tabitha was without a mate, that she was unclaimed…that she was single. I will mark her.
If only the instructional videos humans called pornography weren’t so sorely lacking in terms of courtship. Every one he’d watched skipped almost immediately to mating and had no information on building a relationship.
Even when she’d run, some primal aspect of Zevris had taken it as a challenge, as an invitation, to give chase. His instincts seemed to recognize some unspoken message—she wanted him to claim her.
He couldn’t help but notice how well she fit against him—how her luscious backside was pressed firmly to his pelvis, as though it were meant to be there.
positioned the keys to jut out from between the fingers of her closed fist like metal claws. A grin teased at Zevris’s lips, but he held it back. My mate has claws.
“You’re insane.” Zevris leaned over her, bracing himself on one hand while he caught her chin with the other. She struggled to pull away, but he held firm. “And you are beautiful.”
So why did some deep, primal part of him like it? Why did that part of him like having Tabitha beneath him, having her at his mercy, having her staring up at him with her cheeks flushed and hair tousled?
Friends, family, coworkers, neighbors, debt collectors, the mailperson—there were so many people she might have been connected to who would eventually notice her absence.
DEBT COLLECTORS HAHAH—SHE LEGIT GAVE YOU $200 BRUH
Other covers displayed inhuman characters—a male with a scorpion-like body; a tentacled, gray-skinned male holding a female; muscled, blue men with horns and tails; part-machine, part-animal males apparently called Cyborg Shifters.
Zevris plucked up a lacy pair of black and hot pink panties, dangling them from the claw of his pointer finger. “I look forward to seeing these on you, though I’m even more excited about taking them off.”
“And to be clear, I am not referring to any perfume you might wear, or the smell of your antiperspirant, soap, or shampoo. Your scent is a lure I will never be able to resist.”
But for now, his goal was simple and clear. He walked into her kitchen, plucked the potted cactus off its windowsill perch, and returned to his dwelling.