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"Listen to me, baby, we have to. These people must never find out that you are pregnant, and they will if you put on any kind of resistance.

You only need to focus on me. Focus on me, and everything will be fine, I promise.

Think of it this way; I need to get us out of here, and I can't do that in this condition.

To heal, I need you. I need you, baby, okay? "

"Okay," She nodded, sniffling. "T-That's better. I want to heal you. L-Let's do it."

Then her eyes closed with a ragged groan as his tongue swept into her mouth. She focused completely on him. In her mind, their environment disappeared in a mist.

His tongue caressed hers, licking at her until she stilled it by suckling at it lightly.

God, she has missed him so much. Being this close to him after a month of being separated from each other filled her with so much pleasure.

She tasted the dark spice that was uniquely his, her heart beating faster in arousal and anticipation.

His head tilted as the kiss took on a desperate quality.

He licked at her lips, nipped at them, drew her tongue into his mouth, and sucked at it as he groaned torturously.

She arched to him, her head lifting, desperate to draw him closer to her, to allow the pleasure of his kiss, his life, to sink into her soul, to convince her that he was really here with her.

She could feel her need building inside her.

It vibrated through her, setting up a steady palpitation in her pussy, beneath her skin as his kiss fired her body more heatedly than ever before.

She strained to him, wanting every inch of their bodies to touch, to mate.

One hand gripped his hair, and the other curved over his shoulder to his back, feeling the muscles there bunch and clench.

Wolfaraine didn't forget where they were. He rose above her, using his big body to blanket her body and shield her from whatever camera they were watching from.

The scent of her arousal filled him with relief, and stirred his other-halves. His cock has hardened to full erection, his need to take her beating in his ears like a drumroll. But he was determined to make sure she was really ready for him, really here with him—body, soul, and mind.

He sucked her lower lip into his mouth one last time before letting go with a pop. Then he trailed kisses down her chin to her neck.

Ismena shivered, her head tilting to give him better access to her neck as she licked over the wound at his shoulder. He tasted just a bit salty, very dark, and very male as his mouth left her neck, then traveled a heated path to her breasts.

He tugged at the left sleeve of her dress until he was able to withdraw her arm from it, then he pulled the neckline down until he bared her creamy breast. The view was only for his eyes as his big body was completely shielding her from the outside world.

When his lips caressed her nipple, she winced softly. He instantly pulled back, staring at her face with the gentlest expression.

"Sore?" He asked with a groan .

She nodded hesitantly.

His lips stretched in the barest impression of a smile. "I will be gentle, okay?"

"Okay," she breathed. Then arched, silently offering it to him again.

She groaned, feeling his breath waft over a nipple, tautening it further, heating it until she felt her flesh burning from her need. She arched to him, whispering her plea as her nipple raked his lips.

Eyes half open, drowning in sensation, Ismena watched as his mouth opened and then covered the stiff peak. He pulled gently, over and over again, until her body relaxed again under his, and she let out a shaky breath.

Gradually, he increased his pull, even as he reached under her dress and ran his hands all over her soft body. A few moments later, he was really suckling her hungrily, pulling at her taut nipple in long draws as he reveled in the soft, breathy moans emitting from her throat.

“The taste of you makes me crazy.” There was that heated rumble, rough and sexy, that growled from his chest as he spoke.

She felt her breath catch for long moments as pleasure tore from her nipple to her womb, contracting the muscles of her abdomen. Her hips jerked, her mound rippling beneath the onslaught of ecstasy that fired through her weak body.

His hand snaked to her wet womanhood and began caressing it. He rubbed, stroked, and patted her clit until her body jerked beneath him. The cries she was making were gonna drive him insane.

"Wolfe..." She whimpered, her hands roaming over his sweat-dampened shoulders, into his hair, holding him closer, pleading as the deep suckling motion of his mouth and his magical fingers had her burning alive.

He withdrew his hand to raise his robe and untie the ropes holding his pants together, using his other hand to steady her body.

He didn't undress, just as he has no intention of undressing his woman either.

Instead, he pulled out his erection, and it sprang free from its confinement; big, hot and hard, his balls heavy and tight with pressure.

He was practically sweaty with the need to bury himself deep inside her and empty his sac repeatedly inside her until her lower belly took on a slight bulge for being full of his cum. His injuries were long forgotten.

Wolfaraine plunged into her in one long stroke. At the same time, his head came down, and he buried his tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her scream of ecstasy. The feeling was paradise. Hell, this woman will be the death of him.

Get a damn hold on yourself. She is pregnant, he scolded himself. Take it easy on her; she has been tortured too. And she's weak.

The inward pep talk helped him calm down a bit.

He stilled, kissing all over her face before retaking her lips.

Her muscles tightened around him so hard that he gritted his teeth to keep from coming then and there.

Her hips twitched desperately beneath him in a silent plea for him to move, but he held her still.

"Please, Wolfe please," She wanted to scream, but barely had breath for a whisper.

“Ismena. Lord. You’re so hot. So tight.” His voice was tortured as he held her hips still and worked his cock further into her mound.

Then he began moving inside her. His movement was slow at first, just lazy strokes, grinding in and out of her, feeling her fluttering walls grip him tightly, release, tight again. As time passed, his strokes increased with the fire burning inside him .

He swallowed every cry she gave, his thrusts hard but gentle at the same time, his hips moving frantically as he drove her higher and higher until she was full-on quaking and squirming in his arms.

Ismena was literally on fire. He was plunging, retreating, stretching her, making her insane with the hard bite of pleasure that followed each thrust. She was close, so close.

You are kidnapped, held captive in a cold, hard cell, and they are probably watching this precious, intimate moment you're having with your man.

The whispered reminder in her head was like a dash of cold water. Just like that, the fire in her dulled. Anger, dread, and fear filled her system. Her attempts to find that fire again were futile.

"I c-can't..." She shook her head helplessly. "I d-don't think I can, Wolfe."

Wolfaraine saw her struggles and tightened his hands on her waist in determination. He'll be damned before he goes over the edge without taking her with him.

"Yes, you can, honey. Come on," he angled his thrusts, plunging into her hot sheath again. He was so close, but he locked his jaws together, shaving off his orgasm.

"I can't, I can't..!" She cried, tears of frustration dropping down her cheeks as she reached desperately for release again, but it eluded her.

"Come on, baby. It's all in your head. Let it all go. Focus on me. I've got you." Sweat poured from him, and her own body just as glistened. His other hand played with her puckered nipple while he stroked her core deeply.

Usually, he doesn't need to target her pleasure zones to make her come, but then again, usually she was with him one hundred percent, including her mind.

But now, he targeted her pleasure zones by angling his thrusts until he was hitting her G-spot, his strokes so deep that he bumped her cervix several times.

"Come for me, Ena. Come..." A hard thrust, "...for" A deep thrust, with a pinch to her nipple, "...me," A long stroke, a pull of her nipple, and a stimulating caress on her clit by the grinding of his hips in circular motions.

Her orgasm ripped from her with the force of a river overflowing its bank, Ismena screamed so loud, but Wolfaraine buried his tongue inside her mouth and swallowed it.

She was shaking, writhing, jerking in his hold, her head thrown back as the muscles of her vagina quaked around him, spilling their juice along the thick stalk of his cock and dripping down along his scrotum.

The muscles of her cunt quivered, squeezing him so hard that his own release burst through him.

He groaned into her mouth, his legs trembling as his hips jerked against her again and again while he emptied himself inside her.

"Gosh, this is not fun at all. I can't even see a thing!" Cronus grumbled, glaring hard at the four screens in front of them.

He, Dr. Beloca, Dr. Gideon, and Onaries were seated in the control room, watching the CCTV footage of the cell. There was nothing—absolutely nothing—fun about it because he couldn't see the fun stuff.

"Y'all ain't saying anything? Why are we staring at this screen anyway? They are clothed, his body has practically swallowed hers whole, so she can't even be seen, and this thing doesn't have sound, dammit!" Cronus raged .

Dr. Beloca waved him off, "I don't care if they do it under a blanket or inside the damn ground. They are doing it. That's what matters to me."

"Damn that man has great moves. How did he do that?" Dr. Gideon watched fascinatingly.

"You aren't saying anything, Anaconda. You haven't spoken a word since I got our captives to copulate." Dr. Beloca said to Onaries, baffled.

Finally, the Elephant Alpha pulled his eyes away from the screen, pinning the human doctor with a heated glance.

"She is healing him. You should have drugged them. You should have gassed them. They are highly compatible. She will heal him faster than we heal—and we heal fast. I hope you know what you are doing, Doc."

"I know what I'm doing." Dr. Beloca reinstated stubbornly. These animals like thinking they are indestructible.

Onaries snorted. Humans always think they know it all.

He rose, "I will advise you to take more precautions, human.

No matter how well you think you prepared for our Alpha King being your captive, you do not want a fully-recovered Wolfaraine Daminor Throne in your cell.

No one, I repeat, no one knows the full extent of his strength. His power. He is not fifteen anymore."