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"Fuck," Wolfariane knew it was a mistake to lick her essence when he got the first taste of it, and she burst his taste bud. He almost lost the thin rein he held onto for control.

She tasted like sea salt, bleu cheese, and buttered toast. Addictive. Intoxicating.

His cock is so hard now it bordered on pain. He untied the fastening of his pants, pushed it down, and freed his arching dick from its confinement.

Practically feeling her exhaustion and dizziness, he supported her firmly on the wall, his hand carrying most of her weight. Then, with his other hand, he guided her hand to him.

"Blood of... What the...?" Her eyes widened as she touched the wide girth of him. She made a move to look down, but he leaned closer and kissed her because he doesn't want to see that fear in her eyes. Not tonight.

No way is this size of him normal, Ismena thought dazedly. There is just no way. But, she couldn't give it much thought because the kiss killed the few brain cells that managed to wake from the orgasm she'd been through, slaying off whatever thoughts she might have.

As he kissed her, his hand showed hers how to pleasure him until she got the hang of it. Then, he withdrew his own hand, hers continued pleasuring him.

She couldn't hold all of him because of the wide girth, her fingers couldn't meet the heel of her hand but she managed, touching him the way he'd guided her.

"Yes," Low groans vibrated from his throat, making her bolder and more creative. She is giving him pleasure as he gave her.

"Fuck," The sensations her soft, smaller hands were giving him were everything he'd ever imagined. It didn't take long before he came with a grunt, pouring himself into her hand and on her body.

Finally, he stepped back and she almost slid to the floor. So, he lifted her liquefied body into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, his eyes caressing her face and weak body, "You want to use the bathroom?"

"I really want to, but I don't think I can achieve that feat now..." She smiled a little, yawned, and stretched out on the soft bed.

"Wait here, I'm coming." He walked back to the balcony to get her shredded panties. He wasn't really surprised when he returned to see her fast asleep on the bed.

He watched her for a long minute, the wolf and man feeling very satisfied seeing her naked and covered in his jizz. Even from across the bedroom, he can scent her.

She practically smells of him, the wolf was absolutely satisfied. The mountain lion was growling in anger.

Without much thought, he placed his finger to his mouth and licked again, hoping for more taste of her.

He'd wanted a small taste, but when he got it, he couldn't resist licking every drop of her from his hand. It had been a struggle not to give in to the urge to go down on her and lick from the source.

His brows knitted in thought. This is a wonder because he doesn't go down on women.

In fact, a lot is a wonder tonight because he is not much big on foreplay either. He fucks and leaves. Simple.

But, tonight he didn't even fuck her but he felt better...more relieved...than he had in a long time.

Troubling. Very Troubling.

CHAPTER 26. THE COUNCIL OF TWELVE.

Ismena woke the next morning feeling physically better than she had in a long time. Until the events of the night before—or is it early morning?—crashed through her.

"OH MAH GAWD!!" The shout tore from her before her hand automatically slapped at her mouth. Her eyes widened.

She'd made out with Wolfariane. Wait, that is NOT a make-out. Whatever it is, it is not a make-out.

In the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth, her head wouldn't stop thinking about it.

A make-out is never that good. She can call it foreplay—which it is—but foreplay is never that good either. Hell, sex as a whole is NEVER that good.

Unbiddenly, she remembered what he told her the day before about mates under the full moon.

"It's sex, but more." He'd said.