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"Will you tell your mate that her father is alive?" Degar asked.

They'd just finished withdrawing more of Wolfariane’s blood, and added it to the bag where Alfred drinks from. The Ring glowed from the older man's finger.

He glanced at Degar, "Not yet. If he is not going to survive, I do not want her or her family to go through the process of losing him twice."

"You are right." His eyes returned to the older man, "Alphose have not told me how you both managed to save him. How did you get him out of the hospital without being detected? And you did tell me that Ismena's family buried him, right?"

"He did die, Degar. I took his body after he was pronounced dead and Alphose helped me.

..after arguing that it is a lost cause, of course.

We paid the morgue man a lot to not only keep quiet but to help us leave the hospital through a safer route that worked for us.

The man also promised that he was gonna go through those bodies that were never claimed, find a body that could easily be mistaken for Alfred's and provide it for the burial.

Thankfully, during his burial rights, they skipped the part about opening the coffin. "

Wolfaraine walked to the fireplace and added more logs of wood to it.

"We traveled back here with him, left him here before going back to the human world.

His treatment began immediately after we dropped him off.

It was all a wild guess you know...using my blood on a dead man.

No matter how freshly dead, he is still dead. "

"Yeah, and it seems to be working too. The man is alive and he is making progress with each passing day."

A thought occurred to Degar, "With all those experiments, I wonder if those human monsters already discovered how powerful the werewolf blood is? Especially yours?" He looked as horrified as he sounded.

"No," Wolfaraine shook his head, "They know our blood is different, but I don't think they've discovered that much though.

They are too busy trying to drug the hell out of us and breed us like aggressive animals.

The drugs dull our blood effects too. They are more concerned with stealing our offsprings to train as a weapon for their barbarism. "

Then said blood in him was starting to boil in rage the more he talked, so he stopped and took a deep breath. "I think Alfred suspected though. He used my blood on Ismena in a desperate attempt. He never expected it to work, talk more of working as much as it did."

"That was because she is your lifemate. You two are highly compatible." Degar infused.

"Yes." he paused, "We have to go. It's been hours. I do not want Ismena to have a nightmare without being there to wake her up. It doesn't happen all the time but it does happen."

"Okay. "

They walked out and began the long, unhurried walk back home. Wolfaraine felt Degar's eyes on his back for a long time.

"What?" He asked without looking at the alpha.

"So, is it safe to say that you are hopelessly in love with your mate?" He heard the smile attached to those words as clear as day.

"Shut up, Leopard," Wolfaraine grunted, reluctantly.

Degar let out occasional chuckles till they got back to the Tower.

Kassandra was aware of her body lowering on the soft mattress, but that was her first awareness since Alphose began walking her out of the kitchen, with his tongue down her throat.

They must have undressed each other too because they were almost naked now. Alphose was only clad in his white briefs while she was in her red bra and panties.

It was after he laid her out on the bed and came down on top of her, did he break their kiss for the first time. His gray eyes scanned her body—they lingered on her breasts and flashed hungrily when they got to her pussy that was covered by her panties. Her very wet panties.

He lowered his forehead to hers, closed his eyes, and said in a low growl, "You smell so good that I want to eat you up, Kassandra."

Those arousing words went straight to her privates, and Sandra felt herself get wetter. God, she was dripping for him. She has never been so aroused in her entire life.

Her eyes lowered between them and landed on his underwear. Her cheeks went warm, even as her eyes widened slightly .

"Do you have a cloth stuffed in down there or is that...all you?" She blurted out, nervously.

It took Alphose a moment to get it. Not until his eyes followed hers and landed on...

He chuckled softly—it came out as a deep rumble from his throat.

Then he kissed the bridge of her nose, "I see that Eline has been giving you Naturiah knowledge of anything and everything, but she didn't give you the important ones."

With that, he took her lips into another deep, drugging kiss that went on forever. When he raised his head, Sandra felt like she was moving in the clouds.

He kissed down her body, his hand going between her back and the bed to unclasp her bra. He pulled it off her and dropped it on the floor to join the rest of their clothes.

Almost immediately, his mouth found her puckered nipple, he drew it into his mouth and began sucking. His other hand went to her left breast and began playing with her nipple.

She moaned throatily, her eyes sliding shut at the assault on her senses.

He sucked, nibbled, and played with her breasts until she couldn't stay still anymore. He made her wild. Sandra heard cries in the air and it took her a moment to realize they were coming from her.

When he finally left her breasts and began kissing his way down her body, she was wired like a hot fuse ready to blow apart. He kissed every part of her body, lingeringly, caressingly, until her body was sweaty and shaking on the bed .

"I want to touch you, Please." She begged, running her hands up and down his arm. The rest of him was out of her reach. The man looks like a god undressed, she wanted to explore every part of him.

"Not now, honey. I want you to..." a kiss dropped on her belly, "...touch me too..." he nibbled on her navel, "....but anything that'll make me stop..." he kissed the upper area of her pussy, "...my administration now, is not welcomed."

He grabbed both her legs, spread them wide apart, and wedged himself in-between them with his face directly in front of her dripping cunt. She has very little curls down there, so she was very bare for his hungry eyes.

As if it wasn't enough, he held her nether lips and pulled them apart to gaze at the very core of her. Sandra let out a whimper and covered her face with her hands. She has never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before in her life.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are, honey?" His voice was a deep growl, his eyes darkening as he watched her core hungrily.

"Alphose..." She sighed; a blend of shyness, nervousness, and desire.

He lowered his head and took a long swipe of her, licking from bottom to top. Sandra cried out, her body almost came off the bed. It would have, if he didn't have such a death grip on her legs to hold her in place.

He placed tiny, little kisses all over her pussy, carefully avoiding her swollen clit. He kissed down to her tiny, fluttering hole before licking his way back up again. He repeated for a while until she was panting, so turned on that her brain shut down completely.

Then his lips found the nub he'd purposely avoided before, drew it into his mouth, and sucked.

"Aaah...!" She screamed, her back bowing .

Alphose held her down and did what he longed for. He ate her like there was no tomorrow. The very thing he'd always wanted, but always restrained himself from taking.

He sucked her in hard, loud tugs. Her head thrashed from side to side on the bed, her black hair going everywhere. She looked like an angel like that. An angel that was his for the taking.

"Oh dear lord, oh my Gawwrddd!!" She screamed, thrashing wildly. Almost mindless with the pleasure he was giving her.

Sandra has been given and received head before, but it was never like this. She can't stand pleasures that came in high intensities, so she never allowed herself to experience them or anything in relation to it.

She wasn't a slim lady and it worked in her favor during head because she was always able to buck her way off anything she doesn't think she could stand.

Until now.

Alphose easily held her down, trapping her beneath him and assaulting her with violent sensations. When he plunged a long, fat finger into her amidst his onslaught, she screamed again.

Sweat beaded her entire body which was trembling under him. The male doesn't seem like he was letting up anytime soon, and he was making little groans from his throat as he devoured her like a feast.

"Alphose, Jesus..." she panted, deliriously. "I think I'm going to come!"

"Come for me, honey. I need to taste more of you." It came out a deep rumble because he spoke with his mouth on her pussy, which added vibrations to his ministration.

She cried out, her legs shaking. He sucked her with his mouth and fingered her hard. Her breath came out fast and loud .

He added another finger without breaking pace and it was too much. Her pleasure escalated and she felt something tie up like a ball inside her. A massive ball keen and intense, waiting to explode. Waiting... Waiting...

And then, it exploded.

Sandra let out a high-pitched scream of his name as she was submerged in an explosive orgasm, so intense, she has never felt anything remotely close to it before in her life.

She writhed beneath him, bucking wildly in her attempt to throw him off and her body thrashing on the bed as the volcanic assault to her senses went on, and on, and on. He held her in a death grip with no intention of letting her take the easy way out.

In the end, she broke and began pleading with him.

"Please, oh God, please! I can't...! Not anymore, I can't...!" She shrieked, her hand dragging hold of his hair and tugging in an effort to pull him away.

"Mmm," he let go of her oversensitive clit. His eyes were grayish-green now. He pressed a finger to her fluttering opening, "I think there's still more right here."

With that, he pressed his thumb and forefinger around the skin and pulled them apart, forcing the skin to stretch a bit. Then he plunged his tongue deep into her body and moaned when a new gush of a liquid filled his tongue.

His action has catapulted her straight to another orgasm. Not as intense as the first one, but just as strong and volcanic.

She let out a keening wail while he fucked her hard with his tongue .

Sandra had no idea how long passed before she began coming down from her high. She'd climbed so high, so hard, that exhaustion claimed her entire body. She went limp beneath him, her breath harsh to her own ears.

"Good girl." He patted her pussy before he finally pulled away and rose above her.

She laid there with her eyes closed, exhausted, expecting him to drive into her and find his own relief. Instead, he placed his cock in between her wet thighs and pressed her thighs together to create friction.

He groaned, his eyes closed. He repeated the movement over and over again.

Her eyes opened, she turned her head from the side and looked at him, "You're not going to..."

"No," he shook his head, a ghost smile on his face. "The day I fuck you, I will leave with enough energy to match me, honey. You will be needing it too. You are not in any state to take me now, not when it's your first time."

"But—"

"Shh," He leaned forward and kissed her lips. "I wanted you like this today. I have craved it for a long time. And by the gods, that was very beautiful."

"I think I'm half dead." She admitted tiredly and he chuckled.

When he rose above her again and began fucking her thighs, she laid there half-asleep and allowed him to have his way with her. Alphose was so wired that it only took a few strokes before he came hard.

"Fuck!" He groaned as spurts of his release shoot out of him to her chest, her belly, her thighs, everywhere. Seeing her covered in his release like that satisfied a very primitive side of his, drawing out his release and his pleasure.

Finally, he came down beside her, his hand taking her with him until she was tugged under his arm.

Sandra fell asleep instantly.

Alphose relaxed and watched her sleep for the better part of the night.

Ismena woke up because of a persistent call from her bladder.

It was well into the night so all she was met was silence. She has no idea when she fell asleep, how she got to the bed and when Wolfaraine left her bedroom. Is he sleeping well?

After she used the bathroom, she wrapped her robe around her body and wandered out of her bedroom. In the silence of the night, she heard growls?

Low growl. A grunt. Another low growl.

Her heart tightened painfully. Wolfaraine must be having a nightmare.

She followed the sound to his bedroom and opened the door without hesitation.

Every bone in her body froze. It wasn't the male on the bed. It was the mountain lion.

That was when she remembered his words to her.

"The night is when the damaged part of me dominates because it never sleeps. It is too broken to sleep. Too scarred." He'd said to her one day.

It was the second time she'd seen the mountain lion. The first time was when it had chased her through the hallway to tear her apart, but Alphose had helped stop the huge animal. Now, it stood just as huge on the bed.

Just three seconds after she opened the door, its green eyes snapped up and stared straight at her.

A cold shiver of fear broke out in her arms. There was nothing friendly about the way the big animal was staring at her. The beady green eyes screamed the word 'Prey!'.

With its paws strongly on the bed, the cougar stretched its body backward...

Wait, isn't that 'attack' mode?

By the time Ismena's fear-filled mind registered that conception, it was too late.

The cougar dived off the bed and lunged at her in a clear attack.