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Wolfaraine can think of a few things that's wrong with her. There's the possibility that having sex with her mate has awakened her body to be able to meet her mate's needs, especially when the mate is a male like him. Or it's the mating heat which is fueling her body's hunger .

If it's the mating heat, it will only get worse until the mating ritual has been performed. If it's not those two, it can just be a natural way her body reacts because she was starting to get addicted to his cock.

It could be one of those reasons. Or two. Or all of them.

Doesn't matter, his own hunger for her was just as high, especially since he walked into his bathroom and caught her touching herself. Her face is the image of pure pleasure. He was barely hanging on a thread.

He ran his fingers all over her shoulders, deliberately avoiding her breasts where her hand have been. He grabbed a hold of her wet hair from her nape and moved it to her front to rest on the right part of her body, baring her left neck completely.

She angled her neck to give him better access, closing her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"I want to watch you," he said in a voice so low, it was mumbled vibration.

"Watch me?" She whispered.

"I want to watch you touch yourself." He placed a kiss on her neck.

"Wolfaraine...!" She gasped, shocked and embarrassing.

He turned her to face him then and stepped back. He nodded and crossed his arm over his wide chest, "It was sexy as hell, seeing you moan while pleasuring yourself and thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now."

"But, I can't—"

"You can." He drawled seductively, "Touch yourself for me, Ismena. "

Like she'd received a compulsive command from the supernatural God of Sex himself, Ismena found herself automatically giving in to him. She was so aroused, she knows it wouldn't take much from him and she'll come.

Her face was all shades of blush as her trembling hand moved on its own accord to her belly where it rested for a moment. Then, it began moving down...down...down... Her eyes closed.

"No. I want you to look at me."

Her eyes snapped open and settled on his hard, chiseled, handsome-like-the-devil-but-never-smiling face. Although it remained unreadable, but the intense look in his blue eyes screamed banked-up desire.

When her fingers found her wet, swollen clit, she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

Just as he wanted, her eyes held his all the time she touched herself, her fingers pressing and moving on the nub as she rubbed herself in the leisurely pace she created. The fact that he was watching her do this felt so forbidden and erotic at the same time, it only fueled her pleasure.

As the sensations got worse, her eyes began to dim and her pace increased. Oh God, but she was burning hotter than thermite now, she needed relief!

Soft mewls like a kitten's escaped her throat over and over again, as her body became more absorbed with what she was doing. Her thighs trembled.

Those sounds she made were arousing as hell. Wolfaraine was so wired, he could no longer watch without doing anything. So, he moved.

Her eyes were so dim she didn't see him move behind her. She gasped when he placed a hand on top of hers stilling it's movement—only to resume again but this time, with his hand on top of hers, controlling hers, guiding hers.

"Let me teach you how to pleasure yourself properly," he groaned into her ear.

"Oh God...," She cried out as pleasure filled her system.

Ismena thought she must be walking on the clouds. Knees weak, she leaned back and rested on him. She moaned as his erection pressed above her ass, her other hand rose and curled around his neck.

With his other hand, he reached behind him and turned on the shower, but kept the level on 'low', so that water will fall on them not rain on them.

"This is how you do it," His voice vibrated, sending shivers down her spine.

He began by changing the rhythm of her hand. With his fingers guiding hers, he massaged her hard, swollen nub, adding more pressure—not enough to make her cum, but enough to send another wave of vibration through her body.

Then, he guided her fingers to the outer lips of her pussy, and then the inner part of it. Pressing and massaging them until her cries intensified. Her liquid coated his fingers, dripping down with the water.

"Wolfe," she panted, squeezing her eyes and biting her lips hard. "I'm g-going to... I'm g-going to..."

She cut off with a whimper as he bent down and scrapped his teeth to the sensitive part of her neck. His other hand found her breast and gripped it hard.

He guided her hand further down and circled her opening rhythmically .

She felt the familiar tingling sensation all over her skin. Her legs began to shake. Then, he buried two of her own fingers inside her tight little body.

Ismena cried out feverishly, trying her best to shave off her orgasm so that this moment with him will last longer, but the sensations were persistent coming for her like a tidal wave.

He controlled the movements of her fingers inside her, stroking in and out of her, hard and fast until her breathing which was already erratic, went off the charts, showing how close she was.

Then, he added a third of her finger inside her and at the same time, he applied pressure to the palm of her hand which was resting on her clit, and also, he tugged hard on her nipple.

Her legs buckled and she exploded.

There was no other word to describe the way she shattered in his arms with a scream so loud he was sure that the changeling guards at the gates heard without any attempt at eavesdropping, but he did not care.

The shudders that raked her body were so massive, they shook his.

He held her weight, keeping her upright as he kept fucking her hard and fast with her own fingers, controlling the rhythm so she wouldn't be able to stop or withdraw them.

He played with her nipple, tugging and pinching them, he applied enough pressure to keep the sensations above pleasure and almost feathering the lines of pain. It prolonged her release as he knew it would.

"Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe," she sobbed as she rode the heights of the unrelenting tides of molten lava sensations until slowly, it started bringing her back to earth again.

Wolfe. Wolfaraine smiled tightly amidst his hunger .

She is the only person that calls him that, and hearing it from her lips now sounds way more sexy than usual.

When she finally stilled, her eyes closed and her body liquefied, he turned off the shower and whispered to her ear, "That, Ismena, is how you touch yourself, and how a man touches you."

Then, he lifted her into his arms. Her breathing was labored, but so was his. His hands practically shook with how much he wanted to be inside her as he carried her out of the bathroom.

Wolfe.

Before the end of the night, he would make sure she would sing a litany with that name over and over again, in his bed.

"Ismena?"

"Mmh?"

"You should have slept when I gave you the chance." He emphasized as he closed the bathroom door and carried her into his bedroom.