Primal Claim

Every year, she runs. Every year, he gives her a head start before he hunts. But out in the remote forest estate—naked, breathless, and cornered by the river—thirty minutes feels like nothing at all. When the predator catches his prey among the mud and the pines, there are no safe words, only teeth, rope-bitten wrists, and the kind of rough, animalistic claiming that blurs the line between terror ...