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I smena came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. It's her first-day learning how to fight from Eline and she'll have to admit that it's completely different from the self-defense classes she took.

"I'll turn to a monkey at this rate." She'd blurted out to Eline when the cougar woman seemed hell-bent on teaching her how to climb tall trees.

According to Eline, it's the first defense she as a human should learn when faced with an unexpected attack from Wild Ones. Now, her arms hurt but she was excited. She'd learned.

She heard the sitting-room door open and heard Eline's almost inaudible footsteps as she walked in.

"I thought you already went to the border?" She'd told her that she has a duty post there today.

"I forgot my babies" Eline called out, followed by the stroking sound of daggers in the air.

Ismena rolled her eyes and proceeded to put on lotion on her body.

"Don't forget to drink the potion I dropped on top of your table. It'll help your arm!" Eline called out again before the sound of the door opening and closing was heard.

In the silence that followed, Ismena finished applying lotion and used the portion as Eline instructed. She was almost done when she heard the door opening again.

"Let me guess, this time around you forgot your throwing knives?" She called from her bedroom, knowing its Eline again. She'd never seen a young woman with a more forgetful memory than Eline before. Sometimes, it's just too funny.

Silence met her question.

Baffled, she wrapped the towel tighter around her chest before she opened her bedroom door and glanced at the sitting room.

Wolfaraine stood at the center of the living room. Their eyes met and held.

Ismena's breath hitched at the dominating presence of him.

Dressed in an expensive-looking black and gold long robe that screamed regal in all sense of the word, with his unusually colored silver-gold straight hair resting fluidly behind his back, Ismena almost swallowed her tongue at how elegantly handsome he looked.

Holy-Donny-Donna. No one, I repeat, no one should ever have to look this good. No one. Ismena thought, swallowing visibly. Just the sight of him made her weak in the knees.

It's been four days since their night together but it felt like four years in her head and just yesterday to her poor vagina he introduced the fires of hell to, in his bed .

Not that that part of her anatomy cared so much that it hasn't fully recovered from his possession, poor thing was tripping at the very sight of him.

She can feel herself at the beginning stages of getting wet and her nipples are starting to rise from sleep behind the towel she clutched on tightly. Double damn.

Finally, he opened his mouth and... "Ismena."

That deep voice was NOT helping the situation at all. "A-Alpha K-King." She breathed out.

Wolfaraine was no better, having to find himself and his wolf at the very sight of her again. Just like four nights ago, she was in towels again. Those wide brown eyes were practically devouring him. She licked her oxbow mouth.

Shit. He had the urge to take those lips with his own mouth and lick them thoroughly for her.

"I came to check up on you. You left before I could come back from the meeting." He was grateful this tone was able to hide his overwhelming hunger for the curvy, beautiful, small woman in front of him.

"Yes, I left." Ismena parroted. Then, she caught herself, feeling like a fool for being so distracted from his presence. "Marian helped me run a great bath before I came back here."

"How do you feel? I..." He averted his eyes, "I want to apologize for that night. I was so..." Insatiable? Demanding? Rough? He was unable to say any of them.

Ismena saved him, "There's nothing to apologize for, Wolfaraine. I..." Her cheeks warmed over, "I...enjoyed our time together. And I'm fine. Really."

He nodded once, relieved. "And your heart? "

"Never better. I feel great." The smile dimmed, suddenly replaced by concern. "What about your wounds? I can't forget how—"

"They healed." He stated, looking down at his legs covered by his robe, "You made them heal fast."

Ismena remembered Eline telling her about how she's helping Alphose heal faster by feeding sex to his body and his animal. Her face turned redder.

"Oh... Can I see?" She needed to be sure that he's healing. She can't forget how badly they were bleeding...how ghastly the wounds were.

At his nod, she pushed forward and lowered herself until she was hunched over. Then, she raised his robes a bit and gasped.

They weren't healing. The wounds have healed completely. There was no mark, no scar, nothing to indicate that he was wounded badly four days ago. "Wow..."

"I am not human, Ismena."

He needn't remind her because everything about him reminds her of that fact every single moment she spends with him. Straightening to her full height—which isn't much—she glanced up at him, "I'm glad you are healed."

She was standing too close. His nose flared at the earthy scent of her. She smelled of soap, her and arousal. The wolf growled in pleasure inside him and the man balled his hands into fists trying to control his awakening hunger.

He stepped back. "Would you like to accompany me for a walk?" He grated out, the words out of his mouth before he gave it a thought.

"Yes." A radiant smile transformed her already beautiful face to exquisitely gorgeous, "I will just put on some clothes. I'll be back. "

He watched as she turned and skidded into her bedroom in excitement. While he waited for her, he worked on calming the raging fires she started inside him.

An hour later, they were on their way back from the evening walk when he swiveled his head to the side and announced, "I am going to your world."

The words so unexpected took Ismena aback. "You are? When?"

"Tonight. The jet is ready." Facing forward, he walked steadily beside her, "I have an important business to take care of."

Ismena's spirit that remained lifted all evening suddenly fell. Her smile dimmed. "Oh... Okay."

"I do not know how long the business will take to be finalized but I do not have the intentions of staying long there. I have to be back before Nalaila finds out that I am not in Naturiah." A sadness crossed his features.

"How does she know?" She asked, baffled. Ismena knows that Nalaila is trapped in wolf-form for eighteen years now.

"She feels it. She is my sister after all." He stated like it answered it all. Maybe it does.

Ismena was doing her best to contain her own sadness. He's going away with no definite time of returning.

"Can I come with?" She blurted out. While she has come to love Naturiah so much, she missed her family and her friend, Sandra .

He shook his head adamantly. "It is not safe for you outside Naturiah yet. My ring is still out there and it has linked them to you as the person that stole it from me."

He is right. She averted her eyes.

They reached Eline's house, she opened the door and they walked inside. Sitting down on the couch, he dominated the space suddenly making the big living room seem small. She offered him wine and he took it.

He downed the wine and requested for another. And another. And another.

Wolfaraine knows he should start going but he was reluctant to do so. Earlier in the day, even before the idea to come here finished forming in his mind, he'd known that it was a bad idea.

Now, here he is drowning in her. He wanted her. His dick was hardened and swollen in his pants, needing the warmth and tightness of her pussy.

He requested for another wine. Who knows, maybe it will help calm him down.

"Are you sure you are not going to get drunk from all this wine?" She asked worriedly as she handed him another bottle.

"I do not get drunk." It was the truth. Another changeling might have a limit to the changeling wine but not him. It never makes him drunk no matter how many bottles he takes.

If he is getting drunk it is from the overwhelming scent of her arousal. The scent of her wetness was going to drive him insane. With how high the scent of her is in the air, Wolfaraine knows her panties are soaked full with hunger for him .

The knowledge was his undoing.

A growl tore from his throat as he dropped the empty bottle beside him and calmly rose to his feet.

Ismena rose too, her eyes zeroing in on him. He has been calm, cool, and collected as usual but something she can't pinpoint gave off his inner restlessness which combined with her hunger for him and has her on edge.

Was it the way his nose flared repeatedly? Or the slight amber that covered a small part of his blue eyes? Or the way those eyes devoured her while watching her like a predator would watch its prey?

He began stalking close to her. Automatically, she stepped back...back...back... until her back hit the wall of her bedroom.

"Uhm... Wolfaraine...?" Her voice sounded too breathy to her own ears. Too sexual.

"I was prepared to go to the human world without touching you." He hovered over her, stepping into her personal space while caging her with his arms resting on the wall on either side of her head.

"If the wolf or the lion got restless, I would run the woods until it's time to leave. I was prepared to do that." He leaned in and took a very deep breath, "But here I am, dying to have a taste of you before I go."

In a swift movement, he shrugged out of the long robe which left him in his black pants. His hand went behind her neck, gathered all her pale-yellow hair away. His head lowered and he scrapped his teeth on the sensitive spot of her neck.

Ismena cried out and tried to pull away but his hand behind her neck held her to him. His teeth caressed that spot over and over again until she was panting in his arms. Her eyes slid close and she melted into him .

His body held hers upright. His huge erection dug into her belly. "This is what you do to me, Ismena. For someone so small, you make me want you with an intensity that does not go with your petite form. And your scent..."

"Take me, please..." She panted helplessly. Her body is on fire for him, her pussy is burning to feel him inside her again. She squirmed, trying to find some kind of relief but it proved impossible.

His arm left her neck to her waist, he lifted her up until the long skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and at the same time, he tugged on her panties until the wet lace fabric tore away from her skin, leaving her bare for him.

"Your scent..." He continued, his tone deeper than usual, "...drives me insane. I have scented a lot of aroused females but none of them compares to what you smell like aroused and hungry for my cock."

She let out an embarrassed cry and buried her face to his neck, moaning shyly as his hand caressed her clit.

He withdrew his hand, pulled back to see her flaming face. His eyes held hers as he licked his hand clean of her wetness.

She moaned in embarrassment and pushed her face back to his neck. Wolfariane’s eyes glazed over at the taste of her.

A hand holding her off her feet, he used the other one to untie his pants. His dick sprang out, positioning on her entrance.

"One day, I will spread you out on my bed and eat you out." He whispered to her ears, "I will drink your essence from the source until I've wrung you dry...until you've lost your voice from screaming for me. Then, I will fuck your sweet pussy over and over again, you will feel me for days. "

"Oh, God..." His words caused a cataclysmic reaction inside her. A shiver ran down her body from head to toe. The broad head of his cock rubbed her clít in a rotating manner, making her burn hotter for him. She was trembling.

"That day will happen after I come back from the human world." He growled to her ear, "On that day, you will lose three things before I've had my full of you enough to let you go. Your voice...consciousness...and your ability to walk."

With that, he plunged all the way inside her.