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Her insides were on fire! Oh, God, she wanted more...! Needed more...! She has to have more...!

He tore his mouth away from hers all of a sudden, his breathing as uneven as hers. Like her, he was on fire. His hunger for her was burning inside him like the fires of hell, threatening to set him ablaze and bury him under.

But at the same time, he felt a bit calm and in control as more of his scent clung to her skin, her mouth wet and swollen from his kisses. He has never seen a sexier sight in his life.

"You are barely clothed." His tone, an accusation. It came out harsher than he meant it to be as his eyes took in her state of dressing. Or undress, as the case may be.

Desire and fear beat at Ismena, but they didn't stop her from lifting her chin proudly, "You don't wear church gowns to the club. I was going to have fun. You ruined it."

"You were going to have fun? By sleeping around with any male? Are you that much of a slut?" He glared at her.

She glared right back, "Of course, I am." she responded flippantly, "Unlike the rest of the world, I don't have forever. I'm dying, sherlock! So yes, I'm that much of a slut. What is it to you?"

His eyes narrowed in anger.

Ismena wouldn't be swayed. "I was going to have fun and be happy. I have a long list to cancel, you know. And if I'm lucky enough and find another compatible mate that will fuck—"

"Don't you dare say it."

She snapped her mouth shut at the cool deadliness of his tone, but glared harder at him in her silence. At the same time, she fought the arousal he ignited in her.

By Above, the woman is very brave, Wolfaraine admitted for the first time. He watched the fear that hasn't abated from her face, but at the same time captivated at how firmly she stood her ground before him, angrily glaring up her pretty nose at him.

How can someone so small be so brave? She...fascinates him.

"There's a bathroom by your left. You can make use of it to clean up. There's blood all over you. I will use the one down the hallway."

Is it the blood or because of the scent of Donas?

Not that she would ask him that. The man was back to his cool, calm demeanor that was very deceiving. She can smell the volcano raging inside him, which is why she decided against aggravating him further.

Instead, she turned to her left, walked towards the door and stopped.

Slowly, she faced him. "You rejected me, Wolfariane. Remember?" This time around there was no anger or haughtiness but underlying pain in her eyes, "You don't want me as a mate or as a person, remember? Then, why are you trying to ruin my life? Why are you getting in my way of doing what I want?"

He said nothing. His face was blank.

But a muscle twitched in his jaw.

Ismena shook her head sadly. "I'll take my bath. Then, I'll go home." With that, she turned and walked through the door.

No way is she forcing herself on him or on any man for that matter, not even a man she wanted as badly as she wanted this male before her.

Ismena was still fuming in the bathroom but at the same time, she couldn't help enjoying her bath. The bathroom was definitely not the most ultramodern one, but it was most sophisticated, well-equipped, and well-decorated in a way that oozed masculinity.

She can stay here for hours and never get tired of it.

Everywhere smelled like him. Everything she touches smelled like him. It did nothing to help the desire beating down through her system, did nothing to help how hard her nipples budded for him and how wet she was for him.

"No way, Body. He doesn't want us, remember? I think we should stop wanting him and hold onto the little bit of pride we have left. Let's not forget that he almost killed us in the afternoon in his lion form." She muttered at herself as she soaped her body.

Nope, her body wasn't listening to her. Instead, the scent of the man surrounded her like a second skin, playing with her sense, playing with her heart at the same time.

Outside the bathroom, it was all Wolfariane could do not to barge into that bathroom, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless. The hunger was too fucking much.

His blood boiled with it. His body tautened him with it. His dick throbbed with it.

Does the woman sincerely think he does not want her?