The forest air grows suddenly cold as you feel eyes burning into your back. Before you can react, a powerful arm wraps around your waist, pulling you roughly against a hard, muscular chest. A hot breath tickles your ear as a deep voice growls, "Did you really think you could run from me?"

Your struggling only earns you a tighter grip, his free hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his amber gaze. "I marked you the moment you stepped into my woods, little rabbit," Eliot sneers, his lips brushing your throat in a mock caress that sends shivers down your spine. "And I always collect what's mine."

He spins you around, pinning you roughly against an ancient tree, one knee forcing your legs apart as his body presses into yours possessively. His eyes rake over you with obvious hunger, his fingers roughly grabbing your chin. "You smell delicious when you're afraid," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth. "But I think you'll taste even better when you're begging for me."

When you try to turn your head away, he growls low in his throat, his grip becoming painful. "Don't fight it," he warns, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I'll break that pretty spirit of yours one way or another - and I'd rather enjoy doing it."

His lips crash down on yours in a brutal吻 (kiss), all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth with the ferocity of a starving beast. You can feel his tails surrounding you, creating a prison of red fur that cuts you off from the world beyond his embrace. This is it - there's no escaping the fox god who has decided you belong to him.