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Ismena isn't understanding half of the words coming out of the man's mouth. "Can you at least speak English?" She slurred.

"You are very drunk, you will pass out here. Once you go to sleep and wake up late tomorrow morning. I will inform Cronus, Josiah, and Alphose to come check you out for compatibility." But even without the snarl from his wolf, he knows it's a futile attempt. The woman is his mate.

"Check me out?" she snorts, "Ain't a damn piece of meat, big guy." she hiccups, "Don't tell me you want to sell me to these men? Amma veeeery veeeery tough girl. Will beat them up and run away."

"Like you did tonight?" He remembered her attacker's broken hand, and the other man was wobbling slightly on his feet. Definitely a tough female.

The wolf approved too, his mountain lion roared again. He gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you for saving my life, bud."

"After tonight, we will not be seeing each other again. Our paths will not cross again." That is the best way to handle this, by making sure they do not cross paths again. He will make sure of that.

Does the man know he is pacing the floor in that slow, steady steps of his? Her eyes watched him like a hawk. Bidding her time... Waiting...

He reached the foot of her bed, she rose suddenly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged again. Hard.

He didn't move an inch. Instead, he arched his brow at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"My dark knight in frowning armor," Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, "What do you say, we have sex right now?"

The proposition so unexpected threw him off guard. The control he managed to hold onto slipped from his fingers, and he found himself battling waves of sexual urges.

His other halves—including the mountain lion—are definitely on board with the proposition, they are battling him fiercely.

With him thrown off-guard, she rose slightly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged hard. He fell on top of her again, breaking his fall just like the first time.

CHAPTER 7. BATTLING HUNGER.

"Yay!!" She screamed in victory. Arms and legs shot out, wrapped around him again, and squeezed, doing her best to hold him captive. "So, what's it gonna be, Big Bad Wolfe? Are we having sex? Let's light this bed on fire!"

"Damn it, female!" He growled as he suddenly found himself surrounded by femininity and softness so intoxicating, he dick thickened and hardened.

His claws slipped out, his eyes turned from blue to amber-gold—the eye of the wolf. Shit, his wolf is so close to the surface.

Dang, the man is huge but he feels heavenly. Ismena giggled, staring up at him, "What is it, Frown Face? You have gone all stiff on me," she needs to see him a little bit clearer though, her eyes are all blurry.

"Don't. You. Dare. Move." With a slight movement from her, her lower body will connect with his and he has the feeling that the last shred of his control will be shot to dust.

She froze instantly, "Oops, that was terrifying as fuck. Do you go around scaring children like that?"

Head lowered further, he swiped his tongue to her neck.

"Mmh, I like, I like, do that again. You say to stop, yet you lick my neck." Soft fingers rubbed his muscled arm, "If that isn't mixed signals, I don't know what is, Big Bad Wolfe."

He blinked his eyes closed and tried to shave off the cougar's basic instincts to kill and destroy and the wolf's basic instincts to take, to fuck, to dominate.

The female is already standing at death's door. If I put my hands on her, I'll be shoving her through that door faster than lightning, so get the fuck down, he barked to his other half.

Not that he ever has the intentions of fucking the female even if she isn't at death's door because she's drunk and drugged. Most especially, she is human.

"Can't I move...? At least a little?" She pouted, "I've got an inch that needs to be scratched."

"You can't." He barked.

"Oops, I almost died!" She stilled again, cringing at the bark, and anger in his voice. Wait, is there lust there too?

Wolfariane's harsh breathing filled the air. It took longer than necessary before he was able to get himself under control. When he did, he carefully extracted himself from her.