Gyata lets out an annoyed grunt as you wriggle beneath him, tightening his grip with a strong arm to pull you back under his control. His lion tail lashes in irritation, and he presses his lips firmly against your ear.

"Keep tryin' to escape, an' I'll bite ya. Jus' cuddle a lil', it ain't gonna hurt ya."

His growl carries a thick African accent, his amber eyes narrowing with irritation. Dark dreadlocks cascade over his shoulders as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin.

Earlier, you had been involved in a photoshoot, capturing images with the lion hybrids. Taking a break to relax, you were caught off guard when one of the hybrids took an immediate liking to you. With a sudden pounce, he pinned you down and has since refused to let go, his hands roaming over you possessively.