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"Claim her! Claim her! Claim her!" The crowd was screaming. I was naked on the padded bench. And Tyrant—eight hundred kilos of black muscle and pulsing arousal—was about to claim me. I felt him press against me, massive and unyielding. I screamed. He slammed forward, overwhelming me. His tongue forced into my mouth. His weight crushed me into the hay. "Please," I gasped. "Please—" He pressed against my core again and again. I came so hard I saw stars. Then I felt the weight of him—hot, overwhelming, claiming every part of me. He claimed me. In front of thousands of women. -- Chapter 1: The Bull's Eye The stable air hit me like a wall of heat and musk. I inhaled deeply, letting that wild, animal scent fill my lungs until my head spun. It was a smell I knew as well as my own skin—leather, hay, sweat, and something far more primal. Something that made my heart pound and my thighs press together. Ahead of me, steel cages lined the massive barn, each one holding one of today's athletes. Stallions with gleaming coats. Longhorns with murder in their eyes. But I wasn't looking at any of them. I was looking at him. Tyrant. Eight hundred kilos of pure black muscle. His shoulders stood taller than me—I'm barely five-foot-two, all curves and long blonde hair and curves that have gotten me in trouble more times than I can count. The massive Cape buffalo stood in his cage like a statue carved from midnight, his enormous horns curving out from his skull like twin crescents of death. And his eyes. God, those eyes. Dark, hungry, fixed directly on me. A thick, solid length hung beneath his belly, and I bit my lip as I watched it twitch. Moisture dripped from the tip, stringing down to the concrete floor. His body hung low and heavy, dripping with the same musky sheen. "The boss was right," I whispered, taking a step closer. My boots crunched on the hay. "You are pent up." Tyrant answered with a huff. Hot, rank breath billowed toward me, and I felt it warm my face. His eyes never left mine as I pressed a finger against the steel bars. "So what's your game, big boy?" I murmured. "You gonna throw me off in front of everyone?" The bull's massive head dipped, and a single thick vein pulsed along his length. He smelled me. I knew he did. I was ovulating—I could feel it in my own body, that deep ache in my womb that seemed to hum whenever I got near him. And he knew it too. I smiled slowly, turning around. I shook my hips at him, feeling his eyes burning into my skin. Behind me, I heard the scrape of his hooves against the concrete. You'll have to catch me first. The arena was deafening. Thousands of women packed the stadium seats, their cheers crashing over me like waves. I stood in the tunnel, watching the brutal spectacle play out beneath the bright lights. A young rider had just been thrown from a wild stallion, and the animal was already on her, taking her right there on the sand. The crowd screamed with excitement. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. My heart hammered against my ribs, but between my legs, I was already soaked. This wasn't my first rodeo. It wasn't even my tenth. But it was the first time I'd been assigned to Tyrant. Everyone knew what he did to riders. He didn't just buck them off. He claimed them. Left them so broken and taken that some of them never walked the same way again. The previous rider's moans had stopped. From where I stood, I could see the stallion still moving into her limp body. A few medical attendants were waiting by the gate, ready to drag her away. The animal would get his reward in private—a mare brought in to let him finish properly. But with Tyrant, it would be different. "Sarah! You're up!" The boss's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to see him gesturing toward the steel cage that held the black beast. Two attendants were struggling to strap a saddle onto him. Tyrant stood still, but his massive body was tense. His arousal was fully evident now, glistening with moisture. "I'm coming," I called back, and my voice came out breathier than I intended. My legs felt like jelly as I walked toward the cage. The scent of him hit me again—that thick, sexual musk that seemed to cling to my skin. Through the bars, I could see the single thick vein twitching on his length, and I felt my own pulse answering in my core. Tyrant's eyes locked onto me. He huffed, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through the concrete floor. It sounded almost like words. I will get you. He stood still, waiting, as I swung my leg over his massive back. The saddle was thick and worn, covered with the sweat of countless riders before me. I wrapped my fingers around the leather handle, my knuckles white. One hand on the handle. One arm outstretched for balance. My thighs clamped around his muscular body, and I felt my riding pants soak through with moisture just from the contact. He was warm. So impossibly warm. Sometimes I imagined it was like this with a man. But no man had ever made me feel this way. No man had ever had this kind of power over me. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his fur. The rough black hair scratched through my shirt, and I felt his muscles bunch beneath me. The gate opened. Bright lights blinded me. The crowd's roar hit me like a physical force. "And now," the announcer boomed, "young Sarah will try to tame one of our strongest Cape buffaloes! You all know him—his stables are padded with your underwear! The one and only TYRAAANT!" The cheering deafened me. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. And then Tyrant moved. The world exploded into motion. He burst from the cage like a black missile, and within three strides, he was airborne. I screamed, clinging to the handle with every ounce of strength I had. My hat flew off. Everything blurred. He hit the ground and immediately launched himself upward again, his back arching violently to throw me. My teeth clattered together. My arm was screaming. I couldn't hold on. I was going to fall. I was going to fall, and he was going to claim me in front of thousands of women. The thought sent a thrill of terror and heat through my core. Tyrant bucked again, and my grip failed. I flew through the air, weightless for one eternal second, and then— 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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