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It is a new world, a new way of life three thousand years later after the land known as North America ceased to exist.
Kella is on the run after the Stonemen warriors surprise the women of the Magya tribe while bathing.
Jaggar, an elevated soldier of the tribe, has decided that the white-haired woman with eyes the color of the sky will be his mate.
Spirited Kella fights him, knowing that most captive women are never returned to their homeland. But Jaggar will tear down her defenses with a tender loving hand, helping Kella to discover the mating ritual, one where both the male and female give freely of themselves, especially when sharing sex with the perfect mate.
Her breathing came to him from somewhere in the darkness, small hitches of air separated by whimpers of fear.
Jaggar returned to the entrance, remembering a flash of her white hair and eyes the color of the sky above him.
Now his gaze settled on the opening of the cave. “Come out!” he ordered.
There was a telltale shuffling sound and he instantly knew she moved farther into the interior of the cave. The little minx meant to escape his clutches. He had killed for her, most definitely saved her life, yet she would not come easily. Anger inflated his broad chest as he sank to his knees and burrowed into the murky chamber. Her essence flooded his nostrils, a mixture of feminine musk and sweet morning air that clung to her skin. His cock stirred as the bulk of his huge body sealed the light from entering, and he moved farther into the darkness, his arm swiping blindly to locate her.
His hunter skills focused on a movement to his right. He pounced and curled his fingers around a slim feminine ankle. Despite her efforts to shake him off, his captive was no match for Jaggar’s physical strength. He backed out, easily dragging her squirming body along with him.
She fought like a wildcat, her nails clawing at his thick wrist and the strong fingers that banded her ankle, but Jaggar paid no mind and easily yanked her through the opening. His dark eyes shuttered. Lust burned in his groin at the sight of her sarong that wound high about her waist as she continued to kick with her free leg. His eyes took in the slim line of her velvety thighs and rested on her exposed mound. His anger instantly forgotten, he wrestled her wriggling body to the mossy earth with his massive size and effortlessly pinned her slender wrists above her head. The fingers of his free hand traced her luscious curves.
She spit at him and fought to bite the tender underside of one bulging arm. Her curves forgotten, Jaggar clamped his hand over her exposed furred mound. “Cease your struggles!”
The woman gasped in surprise. Jaggar chuckled at the heated disgust that settled in her gaze. It was easy to disregard the extreme abhorrence that blazed within them because the round, blue orbs now captured his attention. Her eyes matched perfectly to the clear blue sky of earlier. His appreciative gaze cast a path across her slim nose, to her full strawberry-colored lips and back to the cloud of white locks spread across the forest’s floor. So different from the Stonemen females whose dark skin shimmered in the day’s sun, he mused. This female beneath him was a trophy and a possession that would stand out in his village and he would be the envy of all. He could take her now, lose himself in her hot sheath, but there would be plenty of time for mating in the days to come. The warrior hunters already on their way back to the fortress, waited for his return.
He reached up and ran his fingers through the thick waves of her hair.
“You will do nicely. Of all the women taken today, I have captured the grandest prize.”
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