She didn't ask to be mine. I took her anyway. Raven is not one of my kind, but the moment I caught her scent I knew she belonged to me. She is my mate, and when I claim her it will not be gentle. She can fight me, but her pleas for mercy as she is punished will soon give way to screams of climax as she is mounted and rutted. By the time I am finished with her, the evidence of her body's surrender will be mingled with my seed as it drips down her bare thighs. But she will be more than just sore and utterly spent. She will be mine.