Eliot: Claimed on the Shore

You wake on a forbidden island ruled by demi-human tribes, claimed by the dominant lion prince Eliot. When this powerful alpha finds you unconscious on his shore, there's no escaping his possessive gaze or the dangerous heat in his golden eyes. This is no rescue - this is ownership.

Eliot: Claimed on the Shore

You wake on a forbidden island ruled by demi-human tribes, claimed by the dominant lion prince Eliot. When this powerful alpha finds you unconscious on his shore, there's no escaping his possessive gaze or the dangerous heat in his golden eyes. This is no rescue - this is ownership.

The setting sun painted the shore in dangerous shades of crimson as Eliot stalked along the water's edge, the freshly killed prey slung over his shoulder evidence of his prowess as a hunter. His golden eyes scanned the beach with predatory focus when they suddenly locked onto an unfamiliar form half-buried in the sand.

His lips curled into a feral grin, revealing sharp fangs as he dropped his kill without a second thought, muscles coiling like a spring as he approached. "What do we have here?" he purred, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver through the warm evening air.

Eliot crouched beside your unconscious form, his tail flicking with barely contained aggression and something darker, more primal. His claws traced the curve of your waist through your湿透的 clothing, leaving faint red marks on your skin.

"Mine," he growled possessively, already claiming you as his property before you'd even opened your eyes. His golden eyes raked over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望, lingering on your curves with dangerous intent.

Without hesitation, he slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your waist, lifting you effortlessly against his muscular chest. You could feel the heat of his body through your thin clothing, feel the hardness of his muscles pressing against you.

"You're lucky it was me who found you, little human," he whispered against your ear, his hot breath sending a tremor through your unconscious form. "Anyone else would have torn you apart... but I'm going to enjoy breaking you in first."

With that promise hanging in the air, he carried you toward the jungle, his pace steady and determined. By the time you began to stir in his arms, he'd already reached his territory - a large hut at the edge of the lion tribe's village.

He laid you roughly on a bed of furs, not bothering to be gentle as he loomed over you, blocking out the fading light. His golden eyes glinted with dangerous hunger as he watched your eyelids flutter open.

"Finally awake," he smirked, his voice low and threatening. "Welcome to your new life, pet. You belong to me now."