Page 15 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

"Ooooh, look who we have here..." She drawled seductively, "Isn't it my dark knight in frowning armor?"

Wolfariane was too stunned to speak. A changeling male four times her sizeCANNOT'move' him when he's standing—even when he's not expecting it—unless man and beasts wants to be moved.

His beasts are definitely on board with that 'tug' and it baffles the hell out of him. Blue-eyes met beautiful brown-eyes and the world stilled for a moment.

She is as beautiful as a siren made specifically for seduction. Even in a form as small as hers, the female has an energy that most females do not. He can smell it.

"Wow. Look at these eyes. Blue as the ocean..." Entranced, her hand touched his chin softly, "No one from the gender that betrayed Jesus Christ is supposed to look this yummy..."

"What do you think you are doing, female?" He eyed her finger on his cheek.

"I think I'm very attracted to you." voice dropped in a whisper, "I am very wet right now."

He can smell it too, and it is starting to mess with his head. Nothing messes with a changeling male's head more than the scent of fear, arousal, and mate. "What you need is to close your eyes and sleep, female."

"Ismena. My name is Ismena."

"Ismena." He tasted the name on his lips. The wolf definitely approved, chirping inside him. "Meaning 'Royal' in the ancient tongue."

"Really?" Blink, blink, "Didn't know that." Gags.

Time to stand before this female throws up on him. Holding that thought, he tried to rise, but she went arms and legs on him, wrapping those tightly around him, her grip surprisingly strong for a female.

"Oooh, now where does he think he's goooooing?"

The wolf growled in pleasure and rubbed against his chest like a damn cat. The man scowled, "You are completely wiped out."

"Poor man, the way you frown so hard... tsk tsk tsk, I think you are gonna get some permanent frown lines on that cute forehead of yours. I would have checked if you've bagged one yet, but my eyes are damn blurry right now," a very hard blink accompanied her statement, "Shít, this is not the way I wanted this night to end."

They do NOT like to be caged, yet this female has them 'caged'—not that she has the supernatural strength and power it takes to REALLY cage him, but still—and yet, the wolf isn't doing a thing about it. His mountain lion is the one raging inside him, tugging at his reins to be set free.

"Cat got your tongue?" She slurred cheekily

"Cats cannot win any attack against me, female." They will not dare.

"Uh-huh. Oh boy, but are you heavy."

"I am bearing most of my weight. If I let myself lie on you completely, and give you my weight—"

"You will suffocate poor Ismena in seconds." She finished for him, a grin spreading across her cheeks, "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You've got that damn hot and scary thing going on."

Scary, sure. But hot? Nobody ever thinks that of him before. "You are a very weird female. Weird and small."

"Thanks," the smile only spread wider.

Her smile... It was oddly captivating. Too captivating to be normal. His brows knitted more.

Ismena loosed one arm, raised it to his face, and separated those skins that came together, "You will get old too soon if you continue frowning this hard. The world isn't serious enough for this."

"My world is."

"Wow, you must be from Mars, you alien man. What is your name? Can't keep calling you 'Rescuer' and 'Frown Face' in my head."

"I am Wolfariane Daminor Throne."

"Can you speak English, please?" She slurred, "That's a tongue twister."

His brows knitted again, and his lips thinned in displeasure. "I am Wolfariane."

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