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It wasn't pain, but it almost is not pleasure either. Almost. It bordered on the word... Extreme.

The wolf was growling with pleasure inside him. Then, he closed his sharp almost-fanged teeth around that spot on her neck and bit.

She screamed as her body forcefully plummeted into another intense orgasm when the first one hasn't abated.

The scream cut into a wail of ecstasy when he pressed his finger to an aching spot inside her and fucked that spot with his fingers. Her pussy was like a vise, milking the last fragile remnants of restraints from his grip.

Ismena pleaded and begged and spoke in tongues and sobbed loudly, she writhed so much she'll hurt herself if he doesn't let up. So, he took pity on her.

"It's okay, you're okay. I've got you. I've got you." He soothed, pulling away from that part of her neck that has turned red from his attention and withdrawing his fingers from her pulsating sheath. He began patting her swollen glistening clit with his palm to soothe her back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Shudders wracked her body, she buried her face to his neck, whimpering repeatedly like a wounded thing.

Wolfaraine looked the most composed but inwardly, he was fighting one of the biggest battles of his life. He was tethering on the very edge, his dick so aroused it bordered on pain. It throbbed, badly.

He can't take any more of this. He has to have her.

In swift motions, he discarded his pants and joined her again. With a shift of his body, he rose above her and covered her body with his. Every changeling's most favored position is taking the female from behind, but Wolfaraine put every thought of that out of his mind.

With the way he's feeling now and knowing that the woman beneath him is his mate, he wouldn't be able to control the wolf from that position. She is NOT ready for the wolf...yet.

She moaned tiredly, her head thrown to the side. He parted her shaky thighs and settled in between them. His eyes took her in.

The moon must be out again because its moonlight came in through the window and settling on them. Even without his enhanced night visions, he can see her clearly; sweaty, beautiful and so damn sexy beneath him.

Spreading her thighs wider, he positioned himself and began pushing in.

A few inches in, his restraint flamed and sweat gathered on his forehead at how good she feels. Damn. He had to remind himself to keep going slow and steady.

Her hand went to his hip and held, as his head came down and took her lips into a slow kiss to match the pace of his penetration. The further he pushed in, the more her body resisted the invasion. And he wasn't halfway in yet.

Ismena tore her lips away and cried out at the burning sensation of being stretched, the feeling of being full.

"Shhh." His hips moved, pushing another inch in.

"It's... it's..." Pleasurable? Hurtful? Both? Ismena has no idea, but she felt like she's losing her virginity all over again. Unlike her time with John, she's almost sure she'll be bleeding this time around.

Another inch in, and her eyes watered. It hurts. No, this can't be right.

"It h-hurts... I don't think you'll f-fit." Fear and pain made her voice shaky. If all changelings are packing his size, then it's not possible for humans and changelings to be intimate.

She must be the first human God gambled with her life, her fate like this, from all rounds.

"I will." He lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Let me in, Ena... Let me inside you."

The deep growl caused a shiver through her body, causing her to grow wetter. He slipped another inch in.

"Oh, God..! I'm trying...! I'm trying, but—" Her cry cut off when he pushed further in, stretching her to unbearable limits. It burns, badly. Tears filled her eyes, "No, please stop, I don't t-think I c-can do this..!"

And strangely, why does this burn feel so familiar?

The wolf was roaring, raging that she wouldn't let them in. Amber eyes met her teary ones, his teeth gritted with effort.

In the next few seconds, he remained frozen on top of her, trying to maintain dominance. Fighting a shift.

For the first time, he was thankful that the mountain lion was being quiet.

When he managed to get back a semblance of control, he knew he had to get this over with, fast, or his wolf will go berserk, force a half-shift and ride her by pure basic instinct.