Collision Course
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The Scent of a Predator
Cain felt her before he saw her.
Something new. Different. Wrong in all the right ways.
✔ The scent of blood and sweat, but not fear.
✔ The scent of a woman who had never been prey.
✔ The scent of something like him.
He had spent weeks searching.
Tearing apart the weak, devouring the strong, waiting for something to challenge him.
And now?
Now she was coming to him.
The thought sent a shudder of pure pleasure through his bones.
Because Cain wasn't just a hunter.
He was a conqueror.
And this one?
This one smelled like something worth breaking.
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A Woman Without Chains
Eris moved through the wasteland like a storm.
✔ Every step calculated.
✔ Every movement fluid, dangerous.
✔ Every muscle humming with anticipation.
She had been waiting for this.
✔ Every man before him had been too weak.
✔ Every kill had been too easy.
✔ Every scream had been too hollow.
She wanted resistance.
Wanted to take and be taken.
Wanted to carve her name into something that could carve back.
And now?
Now she had found him.
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The First Confrontation
Cain was waiting when she arrived.
Standing in the ruins of an old city, bathed in moonlight and the blood of something already dead.
Eris didn't stop.
Didn't hesitate.
She walked right into his territory like she had been born there.
And Cain?
Cain grinned.
✔ She's not afraid.
✔ Good.
✔ Fear is boring.
His golden eyes ran over her, taking her in.
She was built for violence.
✔ Tall, powerful legs made for breaking ribs.
✔ Arms corded with lean muscle, hands meant for tearing.
✔ Curves thick enough to distract, sharp enough to kill.
And her eyes?
Her golden, gleaming, predator's eyes?
They were looking at him the same way.
Like he was meat.
Like she was already deciding how she'd take him apart.
Cain's lips curled.
"Well now," he murmured.
"You look fun."
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The Battle for Dominance
Eris didn't answer.
Didn't need to.
Because words were pointless.
Because this wasn't about talking.
It was about who would survive the night.
She lunged.
✔ Fast. Unpredictable. Not reckless.
✔ Fists aiming for his ribs, his throat, his face.
✔ A blur of muscle and momentum.
Cain met her with a snarl.
✔ His fist connected with her jaw.
✔ Her elbow slammed into his ribs.
✔ They moved like animals, like monsters, like forces of nature.
And the pain?
The pain was glorious.
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Breaking Each Other
Cain grabbed her by the throat.
Eris dug her nails into his side.
✔ He slammed her into the ground—she rolled, using the momentum to flip him.
✔ She clawed at his chest—he let her, just to feel the sting.
✔ They bled, they broke, they didn't stop.
Cain laughed. Hard. Wild. Ecstatic.
"That all you got?"
Eris licked blood from her lips.
"Not even close."
And they crashed together again.
✔ Bones cracked.
✔ Flesh tore.
✔ Neither of them cared.
Because this?
This was ecstasy.
This was what they had been waiting for.
This was what they were made for.
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The Shift
At some point, the fight stopped being about winning.
✔ The way his grip on her tightened instead of crushed.
✔ The way her nails dragged instead of tore.
✔ The way their bodies moved instead of fought.
They weren't trying to kill each other anymore.
They were devouring each other.
Cain's breath hitched.
Eris smirked.
"Now what?" she whispered, voice husky, breathless.
Cain didn't answer.
Didn't have to.
Because they both already knew.
The battle was over.
The next one was about to begin.
And this one?
This one had nothing to do with blood.
Nothing to do with pain.
And everything to do with instinct.
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The Aftermath
The night passed in violence and pleasure.
By dawn, they were bare, breathless, bruised.
✔ Cain covered in fresh claw marks.
✔ Eris sporting new bruises like trophies.
✔ Neither of them willing to move.
Cain let out a ragged laugh.
"Hell," he murmured. "That was fun."
Eris smirked, stretching.
"Think you can keep up?"
Cain's golden eyes burned.
"Oh, sweetheart," he purred, rolling onto his side, tracing a fresh bite mark on her shoulder.
"I think we just got started."
Because now?
Now the real game began.
Now they were bound, whether they wanted it or not.
And now?
Now the world belonged to them.
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