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He wanted to unleash on her. He burns with need. And he knows she can take him too.

In the past, he might have hesitated on that thought but not anymore, his mate was perfectly made for him, and she can take him. He wanted to take her in every way possible without having to worry about control or hurting her in a bad way.

Just the thought of all he could do to her coupled with the images that filled his head made him almost lose the battle of control there and then.

"Fuck!" He growled, stilling. He was still buried inside her but he stopped moving.

"No, no, don't stop!" she shook her head, desperately moving her hips in an effort to get him to move. Ismena was delirious with pleasure and she didn't want it to stop.

"Heavens, Ena... Baby, stop." His hand moved to her waist and stilled her. She whimpered in protest and he kissed her neck, "So sorry, baby, just give me a moment."

She gave in but her body shook from restrained passion. He fought his internal battles and won, forcing the cougar to retreat back to the deepest part of him again .

By the time he opened his eyes again, she was watching him with desire and worry in her eyes. "Is it okay now?" She whispered in a soft voice.

He nodded, kissing her neck again. But when he tried to move inside her again, her hand went to his waist, urging him back until he pulled out of her.

He was about to ask why, when she slid down from the table and turned her back to him.

Then, she bent to the waist, offering herself to him on a platter. She wanted him to take her from behind too.

Just like that, the wolf was on the surface. Right where the cougar just left.

"Jesus. Ismena, I can't..."

A smile ghosted her face, "The fact that you are calling upon my deity shows how much you want to."

"You have no idea how much I want to." He had to close his eyes to prevent the shift he knows is going to come in a few seconds if care is not taken.

She swallowed nervously, "Is it the cougar?"

"That was before. It's the wolf now."

"The wolf is okay. I know how badly your kind love taking their women in this position and I know you want it badly too. I-I know you are worried about losing control and making a shift, but I don't want you to be. If it's the wolf, it's okay. I can take the wolf. I-I want to."

By the moon, the woman is not helping at all. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think above the well of both the desire to fuck her and the desire not to shift .

"I think you can too, baby, but this is not the right time. It's very risky for my male form to retreat and give the power to my wolf form...knowing how badly the cougar wants that power. With my male form retreated, it will be hard to control the shift if the cougar fights to take over."

"Oh," she straightened, turned around, and faced him again. "I understand now. I'm sorry..."

But he shook his head, "Don't be. I'm the one who is sorry for having a...feral part. A damaged part that is much more animal than male. A part that hates your kind and wants to kill you. A very primitive part that is incapable of rational thoughts, except to Kill and Destroy."

Through the fading of dawn and the lights of early morning, she saw the self-hatred on his face and hated the very sight of it it. So, she kissed him.

Her hand held the back of his head to pull his head closer while the other one wrapped around his erection and began stroking him.

For a few seconds, all they did was kiss each other so much as their lives depended on it. Then, with a growl, he lifted her and put her on the table again. Instantly, he slammed into her.

But unlike before, there was nothing slow and steady about the way he took her body. His strokes were long, deep, and hard.

She tore her lips from his and shrieked loudly as he fucked her as a male possessed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, forcing her head back and baring her neck to him.

He placed kisses all over her neck, purposefully skipping that very erogenous part of her neck where she was supposed to wear his mark forever. Pulling back, he slammed into her again. And again, and again .

Seconds crawled into minutes, into long minutes, but he never slowed down. His hand never let go of her waist or her hair, his lips never stopped licking and nibbling on her neck, and his waist never stopped plunging back and forth.

Ismena was charged like an electric wire. Craved and mindless in ecstasy. She wanted nothing more than relief, but Wolfaraine seems to be doing everything he can to make sure she doesn't get it.

He has been edging her for a very long while, and now she is almost going insane with pent-up, unsatisfied, and overwhelming hunger.

"Ohmygod, ohmyjesus, ooooohhh..." She cried as she felt another orgasm move towards her like a hard wave. Her arms tightened around him. Her body was a mess of sweat and tremors.

But as usual, when she reached the very edge, he pulled back and changed the angle of his ministration.

"Please, please, just let me come...!" She pleaded in a hoarse voice.

With the position he had her head in, she had no choice but to keep looking directly at his face, in his eyes. She has long gotten lost in those amber-blue eyes. The wolf and the male were in complete possession of her mind and body.

"And what do I get in return if I do that?" His voice was deeper than usual. A deep rumble of growl caused a shiver down her spine.

She cried out because he was back to his usual pace. He slammed into her again. His hand left her waist to her swollen breast. He pinched an erect nipple, sending a stabbing pleasure in the form of a punch to her lower belly. It drew a sob from her throat.

"What do I get in return if I let you come?" He repeated, pinching her nipple again before rolling it with his palm to soothe the ache .

"What...what...do you...want?" She breathed heavily, her eyes as dazed as a person who is high on drugs.

"Hmm, what do I want?" He angled his head to think about it, but he was too wired up, his head came out blissfully blank. "Let's just say you owe me now. I will collect when the time comes."

"Okay, okay, I don't care, just..." She trailed off, panting.

His hand released her hair, went to her other waist, and rested, "Just what, sweetie?" He whispered to her ear.

She buried her head to his throat, "Just make me come."

The pleaded request did it for him. He pulled her forward, bringing her lower body to the very edge of the table. A hand left her waist to wrap around the back of her head, keeping her face buried in his throat.

Then he pulled back, angled himself, and plunged into her, hitting her g-spot with remarkable accuracy.

Ismena wailed as she saw stars, but the sound was muffled against his throat. He plunged into her over and over again, and the wail turned to full-on, muffled screams because the pleasure was so much that the stars began winkling behind her closed eyelids.

It took only a few strokes before her climax built again, so fast and so hard and when it slammed into her, it was one of the most powerful orgasms he has ever given her—and that was saying something because he has given her a lot.

Her entire body locked together. Even her throat cut off mid-scream.

Then as her release rolled through her like a tsunami, her body began quaking. Her throat released but instead of a scream, high, panted sobs escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and stayed there .

In the eyes of another person, it would look like she was having a convulsion. She was, but in a whole different way. Her convulsive orgasm held her in like a slave and she was helpless to do anything other than to ride it.

"I've got you, sweetie. Don't fight it. I've got you." He slowed his thrusts to give her some respite, his hand patting her hair in her caress as she rode the strongest orgasm of her life.

Ismena had no idea how long passed before it began ebbing. By the time it left her body, she was utterly exhausted in every sense of that word. Her brain, mind, and body felt like liquid.

She was barely aware of him pulling out of her and her panties sliding back into place. The coldness that came from it being so soaked from her wetness and her cum was the only indication that he was no longer inside her.

In the distance part of her mind, it felt like she felt like her upper body was being lowered on the table, and then, his arms let her go completely.

She held him groan, far away from her and her liquidized brain couldn't help but think how much she hated that he has to release out of her body. , away from her.

Her fucked out brain took note of something else. She was sliding right off the table. But she was too exhausted to save herself that fall.

However, before her body could hit the floor, strong hands wrapped around her and lifted her completely off the table. She felt like she was high and floating.

She sighed as her back met a soft bed.

"You have ruined me for...other men." Her voice sounded slurry to her own ears, "There is no way...I'll allow you to return me to them. You are...stuck with me forever, young man. "

She thought she saw him smile, but her eyes were too blurry for her to be certain.

Her last rational thought was that this man might actually kill her one day with pleasure. Oh, what a good way to go.

Long after she slept, Wolfaraine was still watching her. He felt lighter. Content. Happy.

"I will stop fighting it, Ismena." He stated out loud, "Whatever it is that is going on in here," he pointed at his chest, "It's confusing.

And strange. But, I will try my best to stop fighting it.

For the first time in my life, I want to let another person in, and that person is you. I will give us a chance."