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Her fingers curled, her hands straining against his grip on them. Her nails bit into her palms as she whimpered against the demanding thrust of his tongue. God, the taste of him.

Dark honey, sweet and seductive, lured her with the promise of passion even as it pulled her into a lust that threatened to destroy her. Her tongue skimmed over his, she moaned in pleasure at the addictive taste.

She needed more. She needed to fill herself with it, to discover the full, heady promise of the intriguing flavor that is him.

His tongue pressed more demandingly against hers then. A growl lingered in the air around them, completely canine, male, a demand that speared through her womb. Wolfariane allowed his tongue to caress, to prod, to taste, and yet still he wanted more.

So, he took more. Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth over and over again in a ruthless, but intoxicating move. Showing her an icicle of what fucking him will be like. It thrilled and scared her at the same time.

She tore her mouth from him to catch their breaths, "Let go," she gasped, flexing her hands. She needed to touch him all over. Needed to tear at his clothes and spread her legs to admit him deep inside her.

His hands only tightened further around hers, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold her in a dead grip. "No."

He was tethering on an edge. If she touches him that way, he will damn the consequences and take her on this bathroom floor.

Just the thought made him still. What the hell is he doing?

"No." He groaned, firmer this time.

She lowered her shaky legs, but went on her tiptoes reaching for him. She pressed closer to his thigh, moaning at the pressure against her swelling clit, needing more, so much more than what he was giving her now. "More... Give me more..."

His wolf gnawed his approval. "No." He put her down, and stepped back, "You, female, are a big temptation." She is too beautiful, those big brown eyes can easily draw a man in like the voice of a siren.

Ismena's body was burning too much for him. Whatever is wrong with her is becoming worst with him so close to her. "If we can just—"

He snarled like a mountain lion as it dawned on him. "My ring," It was a growl, "Where is my ring?"

A dash of cold water on her body, that was what the question is. A chill ran down her spine, so in contrast with the fire that was burning there few seconds ago. "Huh?"

"I know you have it, but I can't smell it here." His voice was a deep rumbling, filled with danger and power. "Where. Is. My. Ring?"

"Uhm, can we at least sit down and discuss this like two matured adults?" She swallowed tightly.

Amber eyes with a flare of green glared at her. Green...? Does a person's eyes go green!?

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, but you have to promise not to do something really dramatic...like murder." Her eyes lifted hopefully.

"Fee-maleee." Just one word, like a deep rumbling of thunder had her spilling her guts.

"Okay, okay, okay," she took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, "I p-pawned it. I p-pawnedthe ring."

CHAPTER 13. ALPHA KING'S SPECIAL DIAMOND RING.

The silence was heavy. Thick. She took a nervous step back.

"What did you just say?" The question was calm, but there's nothing calm about the way his eyes went greener. There's nothing calm about the way a shiver of dread worked itself through her bones.

"Your e-eyes, it's doing a c-c-color thing—"

He glared at her. Big,green, glare.

She lifted her hand's palm out as if to ward off evil, "I'm really really sorry. I needed the money to buy my meds!" Shit, her tone is back to a squawk!

He took a predatory step forward. She stepped back again and collided with a wall. The same wall he'd kissed her senseless on a few minutes ago. She can still taste him on her lips.

Another step forward, he moved into her personal space, caging her to the wall again, but this time around she knows for sure it's not to kiss her senseless. More like to murder her.

Ismena squeezed her eyes closed, "Please, please, please, have mercy! I didn't mean to p-pawn your ring, but I needed the money! I know it was stupid of me—"