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His hand tugged on the red silk, he growled impatiently when the material held. Before she could offer to help him pull it off, he tugged hard and the sound of cloth ripping apart filled the air. He threw her torn panties over his shoulder, leaving her as naked as he is.

Tiny, little growls emitted from his throat, he rolled them again until she was on her back.

Then he rose above her body. His mouth dislodged from hers, and he began to trail kisses down her body—her neck, her chest, her belly, lower.

He grabbed her legs and spread them apart. A groan of satisfaction left his lips as he wedged himself between her legs .

Without warning, he spread her pussy lips apart and gave her cunt a long lick. The touch of his tongue was like a bolt of electricity searing her womb. Ismena gasped at the sensation, her body tightening, drowning in the pleasure that washed over her.

She threw her head back and jolted against his mouth, feeling his tongue circle her aching clit, his lips suckling at it.

His hand spread the folds, his finger running through the fluid that wept from her body, caressing a path from her hidden entrance then lower, shockingly lower, to the tight pucker of her other hole.

Ismena jerked. Her eyes flew open. He has never touched her there before.

He growled in warning into her flesh, sending palpitation of ecstasy echoing over her body. She arched. His tongue stabbed into her vagina, his finger slid a forbidden inch into the lower entrance.

"Oh God, Wolfe." She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles as her vagina tightened, desperate to hold his tongue in place as she gaped at the feel of his finger lodged just past the entrance of her ass.

It didn't hurt. She would have thought it would because no one has ever done anything like that to her before. He moved it, pulling free of her body's grip, his fingers moistening themselves in the juice that ran from her entrance, then returning to slide into the tight hole once again.

All the while, his tongue stabbed hard and fast inside her, driving her closer to completion, as his finger drove her closer to insanity.

She tossed wildly beneath him, panting in mindless ecstasy while bucking against him. Her hands were in his hair again, holding him close as she felt the bite of sensual pain in her ass, the thrust and drag of his tongue in her vagina .

Torturous need clawed at her insides, burning her alive as he fucked his tongue hard and fast inside her gripping channel. She came so hard that she thought she would die with the sensations of it.

"Oh, Hell," She gasped, burning, reaching, she screamed out at the agonizing pleasure and exploded into his mouth as his finger forged deep inside her ass an instant before her muscles clamped tight in orgasm. Fiery fingers of electricity sizzled her insides, as her hands gripped his hair tightly.

He eased his finger free of her pulsing hole, before rising quickly over her. He urged her body up and positioned her on her hands and knees. His body blanketed hers from behind and his shaft slammed inside her pussy.

They both cried out at the clawing, greedy lust that has taken over their body as he stretched her, and filled her. Death couldn’t be as painful, as exquisite, as completely shattering, as the feel of his heavy erection separating her, forcing its way into the ever-shrinking depths of her pussy.

His thrusts were without rhythm, but they were hard and so fast that she couldn't match him no matter how hard she tried.

Everything inside her deteriorated around the desperate penetration, the hard, almost brutal stabs of his cock inside her gripping channel. He fucked her like a man gone mad, but even worse her body accepted it and screamed out for more.

She couldn’t believe that was the voice she heard. Shattered screams. Pleas for more. Deeper, faster, oh God.

“Harder… Take me, Wolfe. fuck me harder…" Not her, she thought distantly. She wouldn’t scream such words. She wouldn’t plead so desperately.

Their bodies were frenzied, locked together in a dance of agonized pleasure. His hips drove his erection deep, thrusting hard and fast .

All of a sudden, she felt him grow bigger—way bigger—inside her, and white furs covered his arm wrapped around her middle. Distantly, she realized that he has half-shifted into the wolf form.

He was stretching her so much, she felt so full that her body shook. The line between pleasure and pain blurred so much, she was overwhelmed with the intense sensation of it. Yet she arched her back more, mindless in ecstasy.

"Mine!" He growled in a deep, rumble of a voice that reverberated through her body.

"Yours!" She panted.

Time dissolved around them as they lost themselves in the frenzied passion of being in each other's arms. When her eyes opened again, she noticed that the furs holding her has changed color to the tawny, silvery-grey of the mountain lion.

The cougar?

Spreading her legs wider, he slammed into her over and over again until her vagina walls quaked and rippled around his massive length.

His head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive area between shoulder and neck as she screamed out as she was shoved into a climax so intense that all she saw was darkness.

Her climax was blinding, it ripped through her body like a ravaging beast. She couldn't breathe, she could only convulse against him as his teeth bit into the sensitive skin even harder, adding a sharp, stinging pain to her pleasure and driving her into madness.

In between her vortex of ecstasy, she noticed that he was back in his male form again .

"You're so sweet, Ena. Take it, take me. Hell, too tight, so perfect. Too hot..." Wolfaraine was gasping, sweat dripping from his body as he drove her higher and higher.

Her channel was a vise of slippery, flexing, torturous pleasure. The muscles clamped on him, fighting to accept him, strangling his dick so hard that his orgasm slammed into him so unexpectedly.

He came with a hoarse shout. She felt the change in his shaft. A small thumb of flesh elongate till it grew tautly just under the head of his dick then the barb locked him deeply, stroking against the most sensitive area of her quaking pussy and shoving her into another mindless orgasm.

"Ohhhhh myyyyyy GaaaaWWRRRD!!!" She knelt there, sobbing and trembling from head to toe. She couldn't make out the words pouring out of her mouth, but she knew she is rambling.

Wolfaraine roared behind her as the knot took place—a guttural, primal roar that echoed throughout the room.

She felt the deep, heavy pulses of heated sperm shooting hard and hot inside her, so far up her cervix. Or where her cervix would have been if she had one.

His body collapsed on top of hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Their bodies were damp and locked together intimated, unable to separate.

They could have stayed that way for eternity and she wouldn’t have protested. Her eyes were closed. The last violent pulse of her climax shuddered through her body, before the exhaustion captured her.

And that was when the burn began.

It was more intense. Like fire clawing through her womb—or where it would have been. It aches like a thread being weaved together. It hurts much more than it has ever done before .

She bit her lips to hold it in. But she only managed it for the first few seconds, cause with every passing second, the burn multiples.

"Oh, Jesus." A whimper tore from her throat. Instantly she slapped her hand against her mouth, curling into a ball with her other hand clutching tightly against her belly.

"Are you alright, honey?"

His voice sounded far away. Another whimper escaped her throat. It felt like her lower belly was thrown into a blazing fire. A fire that burns hotter with every passing second.

Her eyes watered, and she lost the battle. Throwing her head back, a scream tore from her throat as she doubled over.

"Ena? Honey, what's going on?"

He was close to her, but his concerned voice was distant in her roaring ears. She could almost hear the panic in his voice.

She tried to pull herself again from him but their body was still locked together in a knot.

The more she tugged, the more she hurt herself in a different place. So as fast as she began, she stopped trying to get free.

Instead, she molded her body tightly into his, curving into a protective ball while her lower belly burned like hell. Literally.

Wolfaraine held her to him, confused and concerned beyond measure. He had no idea what is going on with her but she seems to be in so much pain. He called out to her, but she does not seem to hear him.

She was sobbing, whimpering in her throat, tears rolling down her eyes, and tremors raking her body occasionally, making her jerk .

Did he hurt her when he shifted to the cougar? When he shifted to the wolf? Is it the knotting? Was he too rough?

So many questions he had no way to answer. So, he did what he could, holding her in a protective embrace, his whole body blanketing hers. "I'm sorry, baby. So sorry,"

"Wolfe..." She sounded scared. Hurt. Whimpering like a wounded thing. Her body jerked again.

"I'm right here, honey, I'm right here. I've got you. I've got it." He peppered kisses all over her hair, her sweaty forehead, her teary cheeks, and her eyes squeezed tightly short. "I've got you. I'm right here."

It was the longest two minutes of his life, filled with worry, sexual satisfaction, and guilt. He should never have allowed all part of him such active participation in claiming their mate if he knew that their combined release—the knot—would hurt her like this afterward.

It had to be that because there was no other explanation.

Finally, her body relaxed under his. She exhaled a loud breath before she settled into a deep, exhausted slumber.

The knot lasted for an hour. He would have slept it off already, but he chose to stay awake, keeping watch over her, listening to her labored breathing. He loved watching her sleep.

When the barb retreated, he pulled out of her as carefully, as gently as ever.

Then placed a tentative kiss on her forehead before he rose to his feet, pulled the coverlet over her, and walked out of the bedroom .

Hours after he left the bedroom, her newly regenerated fallopian tube housed a newly fertilized egg cell in her belly.

Ismena's scent altered. The slightest scent of citrus merged with her scent.