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Story: Mate to the Alpha Predator
Knowing that some of that is the mating pheromones; her body recognizes that her mate is nearby and craving her mate's touch. So, that means it's not her fault her womanhood is practically weeping for him.
But, it doesn't make it easier at all. Her scent is driving him insane.
And, he is scowling again, Ismena thought cautiously. A huge frown that knitted his brows together. Was it something she said?
"Did I say anything wrong?" She asked warily.
Silence met the question.
Ismena can feel the tension out of nowhere. The tension is suddenly too high in the air. And her body?
This is one of those nights she'll have to touch herself intimately to relieve this hot burning ache for him. No way she can go back to sleep with hunger this great, she is almost shivering with it.
She cleared her throat. "I will just...uhm...say goodnight here. See you in the morning."
"See you." He replied in a curt voice, "Don't wander around. Stay in the bedroom."
"Sir, yes sir." She meant for it to come out in a mock salute, but it came out breathless. God, the heat is too much.
Wolfariane's claws slid out. Does she have any idea that she is panting? Soft, short breaths with tiny sounds that go straight to his cock.
He retracted them. The wolf was growling at the scent of her arousal that only seems to increase by the minute.
"Go to bed, Ismena." He let out through gritted teeth, fisting his hands by his side, trying to rein in control. Trying not to leap on her, pin her to this wall, and pound into her until morning.
Amber covered his vision. Shit. He blinked hard to clear it. "Leave. Here. Now."
Something in that tone spurred her into motion, at the same time, it made Ismena's panties wetter. "Well, alright then." Heavens, is she panting? Her tone sounded too breathless even to her own ears.
She turned towards him, and the door. The savage expression on his face made her gasp.
"Walk past me. Slowly." His tone was harsh, his breathing hard.
He is battling himself. Ismena does not know how she knows that, but she does. The sight of it scared and aroused her at the same time.
"O-Okay." She walked slowly...as slow as a snail. She held her breath too.
Don't drag her. Don't touch her. Don't grab her! Touch her! Lung for her! Don't touch her!
Grab her!! Pin her to the wall. Her panties are wet for me. Don't touch her!! She has a bad heart, she can't handle me like this. Her cunt is weeping for me. Don't grab her!! Fuck her! Don't touch her!!
"O-Okay. I t-think I'm s-scared." Ismena's voice trembled, "You have t-this look like y-you want to s-swallow me whole." She let out a nervous laugh, "I'm s-scared, and t-that is saying something b-because not a lot of things scares m-me."
He didn't say a word, which wasn't helpful to Ismena at that moment. His muscles bunched and unbunched. His hands fisted and unfisted. The look in those midnight blue eyes.
Wait, is it blue or amber? Or both?
While it creamed her panties so bad she feels like she'd urinated on herself, it was also very scary. Okay, okay, she is almost at the door. If she can just take a few more steps...
The scent of fear and arousal together went to his nose. He lost the battle.
Once she get past that door, she was going to run as fast as her legs can carry—
He grabbed hold of her waist from behind so fast, Ismena shrieked at the unexpected action. Before, she was aware of what of happening, he had her pinned to the wall beside the door.
"Wolfa—" she cut off suddenly when she came face to face with a huge dominating man well into her personal space, with a savage expression on his face.
"S-Should I be s-scared?" She asked instead. She surely doesn't want to be, but only a few people in this world wouldn't be when someone is staring at them like a living, breathing twelve-course meal. Only the mad and the dead.
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