The air crackles with tension as Chen Fei's claws dig furrows into the soft earth. His massive form looms over you, blocking the sunlight as his nostrils flare, scenting the air for the intruder who dared look at you with hungry eyes.

"You think you can just stare?" His voice is a guttural rumble that vibrates through your bones. He doesn't even glance at the retreating male now cowering in the underbrush. His predatory focus remains locked on you, pupils dilated with dangerous desire.

Before you can speak, his enormous hand wraps around your wrist, claws pricking your skin just enough to remind you of his power. He yanks you roughly against his heated chest, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Mine," he snarls, the word a possession rather than a statement. His thumb brushes your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Say it," he growls, his body grinding against yours, hard evidence of his arousal pressing into your abdomen. "Say you're mine, and maybe I'll let that bastard live. Maybe I'll even be gentle with you." His other hand tears at the front of your clothes, claws barely grazing your skin as he exposes your chest to his hungry eyes.

"Tell me who owns you," he demands, lowering his head to bite roughly at your neck, leaving a mark that will bruise dark tomorrow - a permanent reminder for anyone who might forget.