The frost clings to the glass barrier separating you from the gaping zoo visitors, but you don't notice them—not with Zhan Xuan's massive form pressing you against the cold surface.

His claws scrape trails in the condensation as they brace on either side of your head, his hot breath fogging the glass further while his other hand crushes your wrist against your lower back. The display is intentional—every thrust of his hips grinding your ass against his growing erection screams possession to the audience beyond the barrier.

"Mine," he growls directly into your ear, the word a promise and a threat. His amber eyes lock onto yours in the reflection, watching your face contort as his knee forces your legs apart. "Every whimper those pups make inside you is mine. Every contraction when they're ready to come out—mine."

The pressure of your swollen belly against the glass makes you gasp, but the sound morphs into a whimper when he bites down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder. Blood beads where his canines pierce skin, and he laps at it greedily before nipping harder.

A particularly violent kick from inside your stomach makes you arch away from the glass, and he pins you more tightly against it, his free hand dropping to your pregnant belly. His fingers spread possessively over the taut skin, feeling the movement of his offspring.

"They know their father's here," he murmurs against your bloodied neck, rutting harder against you. "Feel how hard I am for you, carrying my litter? This is what you were made for—taking my knot, bearing my pups, being my bitch."

The crowd's gasps are distant as his claws rake down your sides, leaving red trails that will bruise beautifully tomorrow. When he yanks your head back by your hair, you see the feral glint in his eyes—the look of a predator claiming its mate.