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I smena felt like she was being shielded by the safest blanket in the whole universe.

She woke to that feeling, but it was not a safety blanket, it was something more. Strong familiar arms were wrapped around her from behind, engulfing her in a firm hug.

"Wolfe...?" She whispered, drowsily.

Is this real or it's just a dream?

Oh, God, I'll offer my arms on a platter to your altar for this to be real.

"Let me hold you like this. Just for a moment..." He groaned, burying his nose in her neck.

His voice sounded real enough. His warm breath on her neck felt real enough.

Her eyes landed on the wall clock directly in front of her, it was four in the morning. It was still dark outside too .

She tried to think of everything that has been going on between them these past few weeks, but her head wasn't working.

Her heart yearned for him too much.

"Just for a moment..." He muttered again, without pulling away from her.

Ismena nodded. She adjusted herself so that he was scooping her perfectly from behind. The man practically swallowed her up with his size. It feels heavenly.

She has been cold all night, but now she feels warm. Her heart which has been feeling so heavy all week was suddenly as light as a feather. She squeezed her eyes close to revel at this moment.

No one moved. No one talked.

They stayed like that for a long time.

She couldn't see him, so she used her other senses to take in other details about him. He was still fully clothed, even his boots were still on.

So, he was just coming back from the Elephant Clan. Her room was the first stop he made.

What is going on? How is he holding up?

So many questions she wanted to ask him so badly. But, she has no idea if she should, especially in a moment as delicate as this.

She wanted so badly to comfort him, but she doesn't know how to reach him.

So, she settled for holding him in her arms .

He cushioned her well, she felt warmth seeping through her body. Yet, she wiggled to get closer to him like she wanted to disappear into his body.

At the continuous slight wiggle of her plump ass, his body began to change. she felt him on her butt.

His body changed until he was as hard as a rod, poking vigorously at her.

His arms contracted around her. "Oh, hell. I apologize for this—"

"There is nothing to be sorry for. Nothing." She whispered, cutting him off.

Two weeks away from his arms and suddenly being held in it, her body felt hot all over. She felt like a drug abuser trying to get clean, only to be faced by her favorite drug.

He went silent for a few seconds. His palm making little rubbing motions on her soft arm.

Ismena was on the verge of begging him to take her, when he broke first.

"Can I...? Please, let me, Ena..." His voice rumbled, "Just this once... Just this once... Please..."

Something about his tone broke something inside her. She has never seen him like this before. Tears prickled her eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay. Shh..." She bent her head a bit and placed a kiss on his arm, "Take what you need... Take what you need from me..."

"Don't hold back. Don't hesitate..." Another kiss to his arm, "I've got you."

One of his arms untangled from her and began pulling off his pants by the time he was done talking. His movements were hurried as undid his belt and unsnapped the buttons of his briefs. His arm was jerky as he pushed his bottoms down, freeing his erection.

Then, he pulled up her nighties, lifted her leg, and moved it back to crossover his own hip. Then, he shifted her lacy panties to the side and plunged into her.

They groaned together. She propped herself on her elbow, supporting her head using her hand, before swiveling her head slightly and giving him access to her lips.

He took it. His lips practically devoured hers, even as he thrust into her over and over again. His movements started out slow, but it escalated quickly. Unlike the other times, he did not give her time to adjust to him.

Instead, he possessed her in hard strokes, determined to stab through every resistance her human body threw his way. The length of the engorged shaft pushed a bit more into her with every short but hard stroke he stabbed into her.

"Ooohhhh... Wolfe, Oh God...!" She cried out, tearing her lips away from his.

She felt incredibly full and uncomfortable, but underneath those feelings laid tiny bites of pleasure. And she wasn't done taking all of him into her. And he was determined to feed her everything.

Straightening out her arm, she rested her head on the bed and breathed through her mouth.

He let out a low growl of pleasure as he thrust into her again. His hand rested behind her thigh, holding her leg up while he powered his hips.

He held her to him in a firm grip as if he was afraid she would disappear .

Ismena cried out when he finally buried his whole length into her, she could feel him in her womb. Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked rapidly to keep them away.

Every stroke felt like he was stomping through her uterus. There was pain, but there was also the same amount of pleasure backing it up too. It was overwhelming for her but she held on to him.

It hurts but she still pushed back against him to meet him stroke for stroke. Her hip moved with his. Her shaky hand rested on his hip, pushing him closer to her, encouraging his movements.

Sweat simmered from their foreheads. He took her like an animal. He rammed into her so hard her body shook all over. She cried out with each stroke, panting out series of 'yes! yes!' to spur him on.

His strokes were so hard like a man who expected his demons to be shoved right out of him—away from him—if he went hard enough. She had to clench her teeth at some point or risk hurting her teeth by jamming them together with the force of his thrusts.

Suddenly, her orgasm came for her with full force. It was unexpected, and just as hard as his strokes.

Ismena let out a long wail as she was forcefully plummeted to the stars. She soared high, sensations after sensations swimming through her body like a tidal wave. Her body clenched hard on his shaft, holding him in a death grip.

"Hell..." He gritted his teeth to keep from coming right then and there. The pleasure was too much. The feel of her was heavenly. She sobbed on the bed, shaking all over like a leaf.

His hand moved her head until her lips came within kissing distance, then he reached for it with his and swallowed her cries. He plunged his tongue into her hot mouth, licking and sucking any part he reached .

His other hand lowered to her clit, he began rubbing it in tune with the stroke of his hips and the stroke of his tongue. She made muffled sounds into his mouth as he prolonged her orgasm.

When he couldn't take it anymore with the rippling of her pussy on his cock, he finally pulled away from her and allowed his climax to take over him.

Ismena panted, shook, and twitched on the bed like a person dying from a worst case of cold. Her breaths were shaky. She felt cold and empty after the instant he withdrew from her.

She heard him behind her at the far end of the room, towards the door. His low grunts of pleasure as he stroked himself.

She would give anything for him to be able to hold her in his arms while climaxing. She would give anything for him to come in her arms. For him not to pull away from her.

But, it wasn't possible. And now, he's going to leave her room. He was already close to the door, he would leave without holding her in his arms again.

She felt cold. Tears prickled her eyes again and this time around, they overflowed even as she tried her best to keep them at bay. She felt like a whore.

Her heart was hurting. Her body felt cold. God, so cold!

Then, his arms blanketed her from behind. This time around, he was naked...except for his boxer briefs.

"Wolfe..." She whispered tearfully, hope threading her voice.

"I'm here. I'm right here," he snuggled her closer to his arms until he was scooping her fully as he did when he first entered her room .

The heaviness in her heart evaporated. Her body was suddenly feeling warm again. She held onto him like a lifeline.

"Will you be here with me while I fall asleep?" She asked like a vulnerable child.

"Yes," He grumbled into her hair.

"Will you hold me while I sleep? Will you sleep here with me...?"

Silence descended.

"I can't, Ena." He said in a very low tone at last.

His answer did not hurt her. She was too contented and satisfied in his arms to feel anything else.

One step at a time. With a troubled man like him, it can only be one step at a time.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

He held her a long while after she fell asleep before he untangled from her, got up, and left her room.

Doctor Beloca sat relaxingly, watching the whore sleeping on the bed a few feet away from him.

Damn whore enjoying the luxuries of the expensive hotel he paid for while he's wide awake, unable to sleep. He looked at her with disgust, while smoking his cigarette.

Hell, he'd dropped the habit before and he'd even managed to stay a few months too. But, in times like this, smoking just couldn't be helped.

Those damn animals. How he hated them.

It's been a month since their leader sent back the last of his warriors, half-dead and with a message to deliver to him.

His plans failed, just like that. He'd been so sure that the plan would work. He'd been so sure that the hunters would capture at least one werewolf for him to experiment on, but instead all of them died without capturing a single lab rat for him.

The worst part was that Simon, the best huntsman was dead and he'd lost The Ring. His precious ring makes finding these animals so easy!

With Simon dead and the ring gone, it's gonna be hard to find The Successful. And he never cared to get all the pieces of information Simon had. Dammit!

That damned animal Cronus stopped taking his calls too. Bastard is too scared of being caught as a traitor, he's always the first to run whenever something happens.

The loud shriek of his ringing startled him, forcefully dragging him out of his thoughts. Who would dare to call him so early in the morn—

Adeladin?

"This better be worth it." He snapped, placing the call to his ear.

"It's too early in the morning to be a grumpy shit, don't you think?" Came the irritatingly familiar voice of the leader of the Wolfhunters.

"I'm not in the mood, Adeladin. What's the reason for this call?"

"You've always been a rude motherfucker. No respect for a major general." Adeladin snarled .

"Is that why you called? Because if that's the reason, I'm gonna hang up this call and there ain't no shit you can do about it, General." He emphasized the last word mockingly.

"Damn, you really are in a bad mood."

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? The best scientific laboratory in the U.S is working with pussies who can't seem to capture lab experiments for them! No, they all go there and get killed! Not even a spine to their back! Balls so tiny it's almost non-existent!"

The whore stirred at the outburst, wiggled her naked butt a little before settling back to sleep.

"It's no one's fault those animals so damn strong 'cause of their messed up DNAs!

You're the one to talk? You're hidden in your lab like a rat with your tail tucked in between your legs!

Come out to the battlefield and die within seconds!

" The general huffed angrily, "Give my dead comrades some credits, you fool!

That least they faced those animals face-to-face! Unlike someone else I know!"

It irked him. Those words annoyed Beloca to no end because there was some atom of bitter truth in them.

"Why. Did. You. Call. Me!?" He squeezed the words out through angrily gritted teeth.

"I wanted to give you great news that'll help capture these animals. But, it seems like my efforts are not being appreciated here so I'll just—"

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Dr. Beloca hung up the phone.