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I smena went to his head faster than the finest wine in Naturiah. When that towel dropped from her body and he caught the glance of the perfection the damn robe hid all along, he'd acted on pure instincts.

Now, with her back against the wall and his arms holding her caged in his arms, he gave in to the persistent hunger that has become as deep as a dark craving.

The kiss was wild and hard. His lips came down on hers in a kiss that sizzled Ismena from head to toe. Her hands clenched his shoulders as she fought to keep her senses from reeling, but there was no escaping the firestorm he ignited inside her.

"Why did you do that?" The deep growl was spoken into her mouth.

"I need you." She breathed.

"Are you sure you can handle me, Ismena Cranes?" He gave her no chance to answer too, instead, his lips covered hers again.

Her hunger escalated. She's becoming very addicted to his brain-frying kisses. Her heart was thudding hard on her chest but there's no way she is dwelling on it .

His big hands framed her face, pushing into her hair, holding her still as his tongue invaded her mouth with decadent hunger. It swirled around her own, tempting her, teasing her as it stroked in and out, mimicking a much more earthy, sexual act.

She arched in his arms, helpless now, gorging herself on the pleasure his lips and tongue bestowed as he dominated the kiss. His head tilted, his lips slanting against hers as he groaned deeply into her mouth and one hand moved to cup the fullness of her breast.

Finding the puckered bud, his thumb and forefinger circled it until it hardened more. He pressed and pulled repeatedly until she was moaning breathily with each tug.

When he broke the kiss, Ismena's eyes opened slightly. Amber eyes met hers. And a face wearing a savage expression of raw lust.

"If I tell you to stop..." He squeezed her breast.

"...I'll stop." She moaned.

"If I tell you to freeze..."

"...I'll s-stop breathing."

A pause, "If I say 'Don't do it'...?"

"...I'll stop w-whatever I'm doing at that moment." She supplied, arching into his arms.

"You, Ismena, are very brave." Admiration filled his tone. The mountain lion is being too quiet, but Wolfaraine was fighting to keep the wolf in control. The scent of her fear and arousal—arousal, especially—was messing with his head.

He kissed her again, this time even harder than the last time .

Heavens, the way his tongue whirls on hers and his lips sucked on hers, he stole her breath away. She gasped when he picked her up from the floor like she weighed absolutely nothing.

The next thing she felt was her back touching the bed, but instead of coming down on top of her, he pulled away from her. His eyes holding hers, he removed the night garment he had on.

She took in his heavy biceps, toned skin, muscled shoulders like a bodybuilder, and six clear packs of abs...almost eight. Her eyes glazed over with admiration, her desire skyrocketing.

Damn, she has never seen a more attractive masculine body, not even in television or magazines. And so damn huge, he stood like a dominating avenging angel; his silver-gold long hair glowing, giving him a more powerful and dangerous look.

She swallowed nervously, pressing her legs together.

For the first time since this night started, Ismena noticed the difference in their size; she's barely five foot six, and he? He looks six foot four, if not more. He towered over her in everything and everywhere.

"Relax, Ena."

The way he rolled off 'Ena' from that sexy mouth sounded like sex itself, and like her body had been hypnotized, she found herself relaxing.

Stretched out naked on his bed, her blonde curly mass wild around her head, Wolfaraine has never seen a better sight. Leaving his pants on, he covered the distance between them. Every instinct he had on was pushing him to spread her legs apart and bury himself deep inside her weeping pussy.

And, it was weeping, dripping. Her scent is intoxicating .

But, instead of following his instincts, he lowered himself on top of her beautiful body, his lips lowering to hers and taking them possessively.

She arched into his hold and felt him. His huge cock throbbing against her lower stomach, a blatant reminder of what she will be taking inside her very soon. She'd bet her last dollar that it wouldn't fit—

A moan broke from her throat as his lips slid from hers and moved down her neck.

Then, arching her to him, his head lowered further to a tight, swollen tip of a breast. His teeth rasped over the sensitive point, causing her to jerk in reaction, pleasure searing her a second before it exploded through her senses.

His mouth covered the hard nub, drawing on it with hard, hungry pulls of his mouth and quick flicks of his tongue. At the same time, his hand trailed down, past her belly, and pressed against her clit.

She jerked from the bed as pleasurable feelings like an electric shock went through her body. At the same time, he buried a finger inside her and they groaned at the same time.

“Wolfe. Oh God, what are you doing to me?” she cried out, a wild, uncontrollable rush of adrenaline rushing through her.

His groan was about how wonderful she felt around him. She was all tight and liquid. His finger withdraw and entered her again, and again, and again.

She was going to explode. Ismena could feel it. She was going to orgasm from the feel of his lips on her nipple and his finger inside her, filling this intense ache he ignited in her.

Her pussy clenched, the involuntary rush of sensation spearing through the aching depths almost violent in its response.

"Ooooohhhh..." It was just like five nights ago. Just as wicked. Just as carnal. Just as intense .

"Damn, your walls are too narrow. I'm going to have to prepare you well for me," his tone deeper than normal, telling her how close the wolf is to the surface. "I can't wait to be inside you."

Sensation was racing to her clit, to her pussy. Her womb clenched hard and tight, rippling with nearing ecstasy as she moaned and fought desperately to get closer to him.

A cry tore from her as his teeth pressed against the hard nipple, sensitizing it further. He raked them against it, then drew it back, sucked it inside, and licked over it.

The different sensations were killing her with pleasure.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped. “Oh God, Wolfe, it’s so good. So good.” it has never been like this...!

Slowly, he added a second finger, stretching her.

She moaned shyly, burying her face on his throat even as she arched her hungry body to his plunging fingers seeking the release she can feel just out of reach.

Then, he twisted his fingers, plunged in so deep inside her, and at the same time, he took her nipple into his mouth, his teeth elongated just a tiny bit into fangs, and he bit down on the puckered bud.

She exploded with a scream, shaking in his arms. Her body raptured into several pieces, it was too much. The shattering, violent explosions of ecstasy sent her hurtling higher into her release.

But he wasn't done with her. He added a third finger, or tried to. Her pulsating channel wouldn't take the extra appendage deep. So, he settled for whirling it through her shivering inner walls, prolonging her orgasm .

"aaaaAAAAAHHH...!" Ismena screamed again. Her eyes watered. It was too much. This...THIS...is too much.

"Wait! W-Waaait...!" Her hands shot out to hold his, but he grabbed hold of her wrists with his other hand and raised it high above her head in a tight grip, successfully holding them captive. His fingers pushing into her ruthlessly, determined to draw out her release to the last thread.

"Oh, myyyyy...!" Her thighs shook, her body writhed. Sweat gathered, even when the room is cold.

Then, he gave in to the overwhelming urge that has been banging through him since he began exploring her body. His head lowered to her neck

Ismena knew what he was going to do and began protesting with her body, trying to push her neck away from his seeking mouth. "No, no, please, it's going to...be too...much!" She cried.

Wolfaraine knows, which is precisely why he was going for it. She needed all the pleasures she can get for what will come next. "You can take it."

His head pressed closer to that sensitive part of her neck that will wear his mark forever if there were ever a mating ritual, and swiped his tongue across it.

Her body jerked like a massive electric current just passed through it. She sobbed, dripping more of her essence which coated his finger and spilled out to his hand.

He swiped his tongue there again.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, my God!" The cries spilled from her lips, her head shaking from side to side. At this rate, she'll go out of her mind. How can a feeling like this exist ?

It wasn't pain, but it almost is not pleasure either. Almost. It bordered on the word... Extreme.

The wolf was growling with pleasure inside him. Then, he closed his sharp almost-fanged teeth around that spot on her neck and bit.

She screamed as her body forcefully plummeted into another intense orgasm when the first one hasn't abated.

The scream cut into a wail of ecstasy when he pressed his finger to an aching spot inside her and fucked that spot with his fingers. Her pussy was like a vise, milking the last fragile remnants of restraints from his grip.

Ismena pleaded and begged and spoke in tongues and sobbed loudly, she writhed so much she'll hurt herself if he doesn't let up. So, he took pity on her.

"It's okay, you're okay. I've got you. I've got you.

" He soothed, pulling away from that part of her neck that has turned red from his attention and withdrawing his fingers from her pulsating sheath.

He began patting her swollen glistening clit with his palm to soothe her back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Shudders wracked her body, she buried her face to his neck, whimpering repeatedly like a wounded thing.

Wolfaraine looked the most composed but inwardly, he was fighting one of the biggest battles of his life. He was tethering on the very edge, his dick so aroused it bordered on pain. It throbbed, badly.

He can't take any more of this. He has to have her.

In swift motions, he discarded his pants and joined her again. With a shift of his body, he rose above her and covered her body with his. Every changeling's most favored position is taking the female from behind, but Wolfaraine put every thought of that out of his mind .

With the way he's feeling now and knowing that the woman beneath him is his mate, he wouldn't be able to control the wolf from that position. She is NOT ready for the wolf...yet.

She moaned tiredly, her head thrown to the side. He parted her shaky thighs and settled in between them. His eyes took her in.

The moon must be out again because its moonlight came in through the window and settling on them. Even without his enhanced night visions, he can see her clearly; sweaty, beautiful and so damn sexy beneath him.

Spreading her thighs wider, he positioned himself and began pushing in.

A few inches in, his restraint flamed and sweat gathered on his forehead at how good she feels. Damn. He had to remind himself to keep going slow and steady.

Her hand went to his hip and held, as his head came down and took her lips into a slow kiss to match the pace of his penetration. The further he pushed in, the more her body resisted the invasion. And he wasn't halfway in yet.

Ismena tore her lips away and cried out at the burning sensation of being stretched, the feeling of being full.

"Shhh." His hips moved, pushing another inch in.

"It's... it's..." Pleasurable? Hurtful? Both? Ismena has no idea, but she felt like she's losing her virginity all over again. Unlike her time with John, she's almost sure she'll be bleeding this time around.

Another inch in, and her eyes watered. It hurts. No, this can't be right .

"It h-hurts... I don't think you'll f-fit." Fear and pain made her voice shaky. If all changelings are packing his size, then it's not possible for humans and changelings to be intimate.

She must be the first human God gambled with her life, her fate like this, from all rounds.

"I will." He lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Let me in, Ena... Let me inside you."

The deep growl caused a shiver through her body, causing her to grow wetter. He slipped another inch in.

"Oh, God..! I'm trying...! I'm trying, but—" Her cry cut off when he pushed further in, stretching her to unbearable limits. It burns, badly. Tears filled her eyes, "No, please stop, I don't t-think I c-can do this..!"

And strangely, why does this burn feel so familiar?

The wolf was roaring, raging that she wouldn't let them in. Amber eyes met her teary ones, his teeth gritted with effort.

In the next few seconds, he remained frozen on top of her, trying to maintain dominance. Fighting a shift.

For the first time, he was thankful that the mountain lion was being quiet.

When he managed to get back a semblance of control, he knew he had to get this over with, fast, or his wolf will go berserk, force a half-shift and ride her by pure basic instinct.

So, he leveled up above her without dislodging from her. Taking her two hands, he placed them above her head and intertwined their fingers together, successfully holding her captive .

"No! Oh, God! Please, don't...!" She panicked, knowing what he'll do next.

"Shh..."

"Wait, please...!" She needed just a moment..! But to do what?

His head lowered until his lips were a few inches away from her mouth, amber-blue eyes stared down at her. There was none of those usual frown his face always wears, instead, there was the gentlest expression in his features.

"Listen to me, Sweetling, it will pass." He growl-whispered into her ear, "Once it passes, you will feel better.

I will give you pleasure like you've never known before.

And you will want more, over and over and over again, until your body can't take any more of it.

And, with every passing dawn, you will become addicted to my cock.

..to me... till I am deeply ingrained in your blood.

Until the only cock you ever want inside you is mine. "

With that, he thrust all the way in, pushing past every single barrier her non-changeling body shoved at him until he was buried to the hilt.