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She was barely aware of her body hitting the floor.

Wolfariane, on the other hand, watched the woman's eyes go very wide, then it rolled back into her head and she dropped on the floor like a heavy sack, out like a light.

Degar in his leopard form turned towards him and grunted, pushing his head in the woman's direction.

"I did expect her to faint, Degar. Who wouldn't? She saw a man morph into a leop." He made no move to pull away from the wall, but his head was working.

Doesn't the woman have a heart condition? Is it okay for her to faint like this?

The leopard shifted back into the form of a man, Degar was watching the woman worriedly, "You sure it's not a heart failure or something, Alpha King? What if she dies right now? It sure looks like it."

Wolfariane focused on Ismena. Indeed, her breathing was abnormal, coming too fast in short breaths.

"Wait for me outside." He ordered softly.

Degar inclined his head and walked out of the bedroom door, leaving the dying woman in the hands of his Alpha King. His worry didn't end because he knows that the woman is his mate and she is a non-changeling, the specie Wolfariane despises so much.

Will he try to save her by the old ways or will he result to those medications that are as useless as nipples on a breastplate? It worried him greatly.

Inside the bedroom, Wolfariane uncurled from the wall with the fluidity of a wolf and the predatory laziness of a cougar, his steps a charismatic regality as he walked toward her and stood in front of her. His arms crossed, he stared down at her with a frown knitting his brows together.

Then, he bent and lifted her into his arms. Going towards the bed, he deposited her gently on top of it. What to do with her?

For some reasons he couldn't decipher, he watched her features captivatingly. The way black long lashes covered her eyes, the pale whitesoftness of her skin, the rise and fall of her breast, those exquisite curves that emphasized the sexiness of her body.

Mine. She is mine. Mark her! Make her mine...!

The sudden darkish—yellowness of his surrounding told him how close the wolf is to the surface, than the sudden overriding hunger to take this woman, mate and mark her in a way that will brand her to be his forever.

Shit. He squeezed his eyes close and battled to rein in the supernatural hunger, at the same time, to control his other half.

If he's going to save this woman's life, he has to do so in complete control of himself or he will mate with her in the process.

A few minutes later, with some semblance of control being his again, he opened his eyes to the normal light of the woman's bedroom, painted in pink and yellow.

Then, he lowered himself on top of her, angled her head using his hand to give him better access, he took her lips in a kiss that was meant to revive.

A kiss he premeditated to be simple, but at the touch of his lips to hers, the fire burnt holes from his lips to his chest, down to his groins.

His tongue plunged past her lips instead, tangling with hers, groaning as the taste of her burst through his senses. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open as he kissed every corner of her mouth, his tongue licking and sucking her cute little tongue until a moan slipped from her throat.

Her body is on fire. That was Ismena's first thought as she drifted back to consciousness.

Like she's under the hot coals of fire that was spreading through her body in a good way, teasing her nipples to hardening until her breastswere heavy and swollen inside her bra. The fires burned its way down to her vagina, slicking her body in the most intimate way and making her ache so badly.

Her eyes opened, all her world centered on the weight on top of her...on the lips devouring hers. Whimpers tore from her throat as wrapped her arms around his neck, offering her open lips submissively to the demanding insistence of his. God, this hunger...!

"More..." She moaned, widening her legs so the cushions of his lower body settled heavily on the apex of her thighs where she arched the most. Her eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure swarmed her head, "Yes..."

"Yes..." He seconded in a hungry growl, rotating his clothed hardness to the slick part of her. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, messing with his head like a fierce aphrodisiac as he sucked on her lower lip hungrily.

It was a kiss of fire, basked in a desire so uncontrollable, Wolfariane angled her head to the side, brought his tongue to her neck, so tempted to swipe at that sensitive vein that calls to him with a hunger that is immeasurable.

The same sensitive vein he'd licked three nights ago when he lost his head in that hotel room. The same licks he'd regretted later, because it dripped a bit of his essence into her and gave her his scent.

Essence he has no business giving her because he does not want to take her as his mate.

But, as he held her on this bed, it was hard to keep his tongue apart from THAT part of her neck. It was impossible. Hell, he can'tnotlap at that vein.