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A xel watched her from the back, trying to ignore the dumb bimbos he’d brought with him for entertainment.

Granted, they hadn’t been annoying when he’d picked them up, but now that she was here, everything else had lost its luster.

It was interesting because at his age he’d never imagined he’d meet her, and yet there was no doubt.

The animal within him was as clear as daylight. It was her. His mate.

He snorted. What was he going to do with a mate?

Especially one who seemed to be afraid of her own shadow, if the way her heartbeat was any indication.

His proclivities were gray at best, and she seemed, well, innocent, naive, like a recently picked puppy from a litter.

Curious, but terribly afraid. He would have to show her there was nothing to be afraid of.

Not him. Not the world. He would have to teach her what he liked.

What if she didn’t like it? The unwelcome thought entered his mind, and he snarled.

That was not an option. He was too old for change.

Axel took her in. At another time in his life, he wouldn’t have given her a second glance.

She was pretty but she wasn’t exuberant.

Sweet. The look of a good girl. His heart skipped a beat.

His cock throbbed. Fuck. He was just looking at her and already diving into the fantasy.

When was the last time that had happened?

How would she feel about being his good girl?

Would she let him strip not only her clothes but also her layers of pent-up emotions, digging deep until he reached the bone?

He could fully make her his, and free her from the constraints that held her back.

He clenched his fists. His heart beat in his chest like never before.

Excitement coursed through him. The idea of making her his thrilled him as much as if he were about to go hunting.

He smiled. Then again, wasn’t that what he was going to do? Hunt her. Catch her and eat her up.

He cocked his head. She was writing furiously in a notebook.

Was she a writer? He could play with a writer, they tended to have active imaginations but were also a bit insecure.

She didn’t seem like a writer, though. She was wearing office attire.

Pantsuit, conservative blazer, and a white shirt.

Her hair was in a ponytail and her reading glasses kept slipping down her nose.

“Axel, join us,” he heard one of the bimbos call out to him.

He turned around and surveyed them. He had chosen them for their looks.

Young. Skimpily dressed. Tiny waists. Big tits.

Not too bright. He shook his head and glanced back at his prey.

She was so different. Yes, she was young, but her physique was not what he normally chose.

She was well-endowed but nothing extraordinary.

Except for the perfectly plump and ample curves.

His cock twitched as the image of him pummeling into her and holding her from those love handles entered his mind.

He sighed contentedly. He was screwed, and he’d never welcomed something as much as he looked forward to this. He took a step forward. He was never the man to say no to a challenge. It was time to act.