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Chapter Ten

"Marion..."

Cohra spoke her name to her with the syllables rolling out of his mouth that was on the other side of the mask he was wearing. His tall frame towered over hers in the tent that was only so tall and caused him to be hunched over slightly as to limit any noticeable movement, preventing any of the members of her group from seeing something moving around inside of it that stood much taller than the structure. He gazed down at the shocked look upon her face at finding him to have been waiting there for her to return to her tent. He stood at attention as he watched her slowly start to regain her composure and speak back to him with the feelings of shock still residing there within her tone.

"Cohra, it is a little dangerous for you to be here like you are." She whispered to him. "The guides could have picked up on your arrival here and-"

"They know of me."

His response to what she was saying was met with her abruptly stopping what was coming out of her mouth. She looked to him in awe from where she was nestled as he listened to her new choice of words that exposed her feelings of surprise at his news.

"The guides are aware of you, Cohra?"

He gave a nod of his head towards her in the form of a silent 'yes' instead of verbalizing it.

"How are they aware of you, Cohra?"

"They live near here and aware of my kind."

"Your kind? Are there more of-"

Cohra picked up on some movement outside of her tent and moved his gaze to the doorway of her tent she had come through. The shifting of his focus brought the question she was going to ask him to an abrupt stop out of a hidden fear that someone was approaching her tent. He pressed a couple of different buttons on the scanner before he used his vision to be able to detect that the source of the noises were that of the campers that had come with Marion to be moving off to their tents. His attention gradually moved over to a spot to see Michael telling one of his friends goodnight prior to looking in the direction of where Marion's tent was located. He picked up on that he was still contemplating on pursuing her even after the threat of his life ending from the manner that he was looking over at them.

The visual he was getting caused him to have his blades in one of his sleeves to come shooting out due to a need to not only protect his mate but to also kill the one that wished to take her from him. Marion belonged to him, and he was determined to make sure that no one would take her from him. He watched Michael turn towards his tent and make his way inside of it prior to zipping it shut. Once he was inside his structure, a soft sound escaped from Cohra's mouth shortly before his blades retracted back in his sleeve. His attention drifted back to Marion to find her looking at him with a little nervousness at what she had just witnessed. He used the same hand to reach out towards her face to see about not only touching her soft skin but to also help her with the uncertainty that was plaguing her mind when it came to him.

His approach to touch a side of her face was slow and steady to ensure that he didn't scare her or have her to be apprehensive towards him. He watched her shrank back slightly as his tips of his claws made contact with her skin. Her reaction had him to pull his hand back slightly to a point. He waited for her to relax and look back to him before he spoke to her once more. He took in a breath of air prior to proceeding to his move his hand a little more closer towards her face once more. His gaze watched her not pulling away as his fingers made contact with her fair complexion. As he started to cup more of her face in his palm, Cohra found her eyes gazing up to him from where she stood before him.

Her emerald green eyes were unlike any jewel he had come across or any feeling from a prize kill he had made during his time there in the Amazon rainforest. They were a treasure to behold and he would be content with the idea of looking into those eyes for as long as time allowed for the two of them have to have each other.

He was planning to make use of their time to the full advantage he had with her during her time camping there in that area and well after her trip was over when he would have her to become his mate with the consummation of their union with one another. With his focus being on her, he spoke to her in a soft whisper to where she could be the only to hear him.

"Come with me. I wish to show you something."

Slipping his hand from her face, he found her to be a little unsure at first as he moved towards the rear door of the tent. He looked back to her to see her contemplating on it possibly from the idea of someone from her group discovering her to be missing from her shelter during the night but still wishing to go with him without having the words to come out to the open. Cohra turned to the tent door that was before him and noticed where there was a zipper at the bottom on the side. He gently grabbed onto the clasp between two of his claws and managed to guide it to have the doorway be open without ripping the light fabric that didn't stand much of a chance against someone like himself.

Standing back upright, Cohra turned towards the woman that was his mate and extended one of his hands to her with the palm reaching out towards her. He watched her eyes move towards his hand that was presented for her to take as he spoke up to her once more with a need for her to come with him rising to the surface of it.

"Marion...Come with me."

He watched her survey the options that were presented to her. Her body language was still not sure as if she should take a risk to go off with him since she barely knew him and didn't know anything about him or his kind. As he looked upon her, he noticed her to be focusing on his hand as one of her hand lifted from her side and slipped her palm against his own before she looked up to him. The sensation of her skin against his caused a sound of contentment and pleasure to escape through his mandibles behind his mask that kept his face hidden from sight of others and provided him with extra protection. Cohra wrapped his claw-like fingers around the outside of her hand and guided the two of them out the back door towards the very path in the jungle that had led her to him earlier on that day.