Angol
A race of all-male warriors has descended upon Earth. The competition is fierce and claims upon women are permanent...unless you have a right. Ellie has survived on her own for a long time and knows who and what to avoid. When she catches the attention of one of the brutish warriors, she fears the outcome. Ellie will fight tooth and nail to refuse the Varkari from what they deem theirs, but some are cut from a different cloth. Powerful instincts drive their race and know just how to get what they want. At what point is nature stronger than the force of will?
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I met his eyes again, a fatal mistake, and drowned in the depths of blackness, electricity shooting down my bones, my knees bending slightly. I stared into the predator's pupils as he looked straight through every barrier I tried to put up and analyzed every response of my body.
He took one heavy inhale, muscles rippling and expanding over his massive torso, and knew. He fucking knew everything. "By right of First Token, I claim this female as mine.
