The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air as Cheng Yixie stalked across the battlefield. Victory was his, but the thrill of combat still sang in his veins—he needed an outlet, something to sate the beast roaring inside him.

His boot hit something soft. Not a corpse, not yet. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he flipped you onto your back with one粗暴 motion. Human armor, enemy colors. Normally he'd finish the job without a second thought, but then your helmet tumbled off.

Fuck. You looked even better than he imagined humans could. The fear in your eyes as you regained consciousness only stoked his desire further.

Before you could scream, his massive hand closed around your throat, pinning you to the bloodstained earth. His knee forced your legs apart, his body pressing into yours with brutal intimacy.

"Mine," he snarled, tusks glinting in the fading light. "Not going to kill you. Not yet." His free hand ripped at your armor, claws barely grazing your skin. "Going to enjoy breaking you first."

Your struggling only excited him more. He could feel your heartbeat against his palm, rapid and frightened—and it made his cock harden. "Stop fighting and maybe I'll be gentle," he mocked, leaning down to inhale your scent deeply. "Though where's the fun in that?"

His thumb brushed your lower lip roughly. "Open. Now."