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"W olfariane!" She gasped, her eyes wide like saucers. The sight of him again... Heavens.

Her body went warm, her nípples hardened to hard nubs. She felt fevered, her skin sensitive, ready for his touch. It was unlike anything she had ever known. It was unlike anything she ever wanted to know.

What is wrong with me?

"We meet again, Female." Calm calm voice, which only managed to make Ismena more nervous.

Wasn't he supposed to be shouting? Screaming at her? Then, she will know where she stands. This calm demure looks more dangerous.

Sandra was saying something to her on the phone but she wasn't listening anymore. Picking her phone up from the floor, she hung up.

"Uhm... Uhh, what brings you here?" She took a step back.

"Don't." He commanded.

She froze. For one second.

Don't? Of course, she will.

Immediately, she slammed the door to his face, whirled around and bolted deeper into her house. Her heart thudding in her chest, she ran straight to her bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Not enough, not enough, not enough. She bolted the locks. Her eyes landed on her dresser, for the first time she's extremely happy for having one in her bathroom.

In hurried footsteps, she got to it and dragged it all the way from its original position to the door. Damn, it's heavy too. "For the greater good, for the greater good!" She gasped as she barricaded the door with it.

Done, she stood breathing hard in panting breaths and surveyed her work. "Yes!" Definitely a satisfying work, "If he's standing at that door waiting for me to come out, he's gonna grow old out there."

Wolfariane Daminor Throne stared at the closed door before him in complete bafflement and mild anger. Does the female think something as slight as a closed door can stop him?

He placed a hand to the door and gave it a slight push.

The crashing sound of locks falling to the tiled floor filled the air, the door busted wide open. He walked through it and looked back at the door. The door jam has pulled completely off the wall, and laid with the locks on the floor behind him.

Then, he turned and surveyed his surroundings .

The woman was nowhere to be seen, but her scent...it was overwhelming in this place. Her home.

So overwhelming that he gnawed his teeth, and found his body stirring to desire. A feeling he battled greatly and silently within himself. Outwardly, he was calm.

"I can smell you. Find me before I find you, female." Voice deep like the fierecest ocean filled the air.

"Go away!" Ismena squeaked from the bathroom where she'd hidden herself. He's not close to her, but she can practically hear him like he's whispering to her ear.

Gosh, the man scares the very devils outta her. And that's saying something because she doesn't scare easily.

"I can hear the racing of your heart. The quick shaky breaths you take. The smell of your fear is choking." The predator in him loves it. Nothing smells better than a prey's fear.

No, there's one thing that does smell better. Arousal. He can smell hers too.

"What do you want from me!?" She shouted behind the door's thick heavy barricades.

Silence descended. The house was suddenly too quiet that for a moment, Ismena considered that he has left.

Then, the bathroom door busted open.

Before she could react, he had her caged to a wall, his towering body blanketing her, successfully shutting out any chance of escape she might have had .

Ismena raised her head and stared up, up, up, up to the deepest amber-eyes she has ever seen in her life. Gosh, this man is so tall!

A random thought: Weren’t his eyes blue few days ago?

She was almost sure they were blue. Shit, is her sight going before her heart shuts down!?

"Found you." His deep voice was hard, yet it caressed her skin. His face was too close to hers. And yet, he is still scowling at her.

Does this man ever NOT frown? It gives 'intimidating' a whole new meaning. Well, she can at least try to plead her cause.

Ismena cleared her throat, "Look, I know stealing is bad and all. Frankly, I never intended to take your ring without consent, but that diamond was really calling out to me. Tried to ignore it and all that, but I couldn't! It was too sparkly and screamed 'so much money.' What's a girl gotta do?"

When silence was all the answer she got, she cleared her throat again, "Look, it's not as if I reached into your pocket and stole your ring.

It fell to the floor, I thought it belonged to my attackers.

" she paused, staring pointedly into those deep amber-eyes, "But wait, I really can't overlooked this.

I was almost sure your eyes were blue like the oceans on that night. "

Wild roses, honey and ripe citrus mixed together. That is what her arousal smells like.

It is so high in the air, his dick has hardened fully in his pants. "What colors are they now?" He asked, even though he knows.

"Gold. Amber. Like fallen leavens in autumn." She whispered, her eyes glassy for looking into those eyes unblinkingly for a long time.

Or like a wolf. "Where is my ring, Female? "

A blush crept to her cheeks, like he just reminded her what she momentarily forgot. "Look, I really didn't mean to steal it. If you'll just turn a blind eye to it. You're a rich man and all that. Or, if you'll just let me go, just this once, I will—"

"You will do what?" The groan was to her ear. His upper body pressed her deeper to the wall. Suddenly, he needed more of her scent in his system. He inhaled deeply.

He's sniffing her neck! "I'll most definitely not steal again, that I can assure you." She squeaked.

Does he want to eat her up!? Sure looks like he's playing with his meal. A shiver worked down her spine.

Yet, she couldn't resist rubbing her aching breasts to his chest, seeking any kind of relief from this hunger that only increases.

"Stop that." He growled the command through gritted teeth.

She stared up at him and blinked innocently, "Stop what?"

A pause. A harder scowl. "Do you know what smells better than fear?"

She has no idea what he means, but she managed to squeak, "What...?"

"Lust. Desire." He spat the words like it tasted bad, "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cock, Female, and it is driving me to the edge."

For a few seconds, Ismena was too stunned to speak. How does he know that? Just how does he know her Liverpool has been crying so hard for his Barcelona?

Her cheeks turned as red as ruby. Well, she has been caught. Go big or go home .

"So, what are you going to do about that?" She pressed her arching womanhood to his leg—shit, the man is really tall. Or, is she the short one?—and rubbed slowly against him like a cat in heat. Pleasure sizzled her body at the contact, a moan slipped from her throat.

"Heavens, female...!" But then, he shocked them both as he lifted her up until her weeping pussy pressed to his thick hardness, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him to her.

Strong hands gripped hers, raised it high above her head and keeping it captive there with a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers.

For a few seconds, Ismena was stiff with shock in his arm. She's almost sure this man hated her, so, what the hell is happening here?

But then, he sucked on her lower lips, and she was a goner. With a moan, she surrendered to his demand. His head angled, slanting his lips across hers, his tongue thrusting into her ready mouth.

Drugging, stimulating, the touch was lightning and heat, a swamp of conflicting sensations that swept through her body like a tidal wave of feelings, crushing her beneath their force. Ismena felt like she was drowning in it.

Her fingers curled, her hands straining against his grip on them. Her nails bit into her palms as she whimpered against the demanding thrust of his tongue. God, the taste of him.

Dark honey, sweet and seductive, lured her with the promise of passion even as it pulled her into a lust that threatened to destroy her. Her tongue skimmed over his, she moaned in pleasure at the addictive taste.

She needed more. She needed to fill herself with it, to discover the full, heady promise of the intriguing flavor that is him .

His tongue pressed more demandingly against hers then. A growl lingered in the air around them, completely canine, male, a demand that speared through her womb. Wolfariane allowed his tongue to caress, to prod, to taste, and yet still he wanted more.

So, he took more. Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth over and over again in a ruthless, but intoxicating move. Showing her an icicle of what fucking him will be like. It thrilled and scared her at the same time.

She tore her mouth from him to catch their breaths, "Let go," she gasped, flexing her hands. She needed to touch him all over. Needed to tear at his clothes and spread her legs to admit him deep inside her.

His hands only tightened further around hers, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold her in a dead grip. "No."

He was tethering on an edge. If she touches him that way, he will damn the consequences and take her on this bathroom floor.

Just the thought made him still. What the hell is he doing?

"No." He groaned, firmer this time.

She lowered her shaky legs, but went on her tiptoes reaching for him. She pressed closer to his thigh, moaning at the pressure against her swelling clit, needing more, so much more than what he was giving her now. "More... Give me more..."

His wolf gnawed his approval. "No." He put her down, and stepped back, "You, female, are a big temptation." She is too beautiful, those big brown eyes can easily draw a man in like the voice of a siren.

Ismena's body was burning too much for him. Whatever is wrong with her is becoming worst with him so close to her. "If we can just—"

He snarled like a mountain lion as it dawned on him. "My ring," It was a growl, "Where is my ring? "

A dash of cold water on her body, that was what the question is. A chill ran down her spine, so in contrast with the fire that was burning there few seconds ago. "Huh?"

"I know you have it, but I can't smell it here." His voice was a deep rumbling, filled with danger and power. "Where. Is. My. Ring?"

"Uhm, can we at least sit down and discuss this like two matured adults?" She swallowed tightly.

Amber eyes with a flare of green glared at her. Green...? Does a person's eyes go green!?

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, but you have to promise not to do something really dramatic...like murder." Her eyes lifted hopefully.

"Fee-maleee." Just one word, like a deep rumbling of thunder had her spilling her guts.

"Okay, okay, okay," she took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, "I p-pawned it. I p-pawned the ring."