Page 40 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

So, as he rotated his hips again to connect his hard díck to the core of her femininity, he drew that part of her neck into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

"Oh my God...!" Ismena's body nearly came off the bed at the intensity of the pleasure that assailed her, a strangled scream tearing from her throat. Her body shivered under his, her senses drugged with the feel of him.

"More... Do it again... Please..." She gasped, angling her head to the side to give him better access to that erogenous zone she never knew she had before.

"God!" Wolfariane tore himself away from her and rose to his feet, turning away from her as he engaged in a supreme inner battle to rein the hunger in. It was hard. It was very hard.

Take her!

Raise that flimsy gown, tear off her panties and bury yourself deep inside her!

Mark her!

Suck on her essence—that sensitive vein of her neck meant for your mouth!

Suck hard on it while plunging into the depth of her wet seeth and pumping her full with your cum!

Bite down on her essence and make her yours forever!

His hands balled into a fist, his claws sliding out and flexing into his palm. His eyes closed tightly. It was harder this time. Way harder.

His body flamed. His díck throbbed. He'd underestimated this hunger. He'd underestimated the NEED that comes with the mating heat. He'd underestimated this female's power over him.

Ismena leaned up on the bed and pulled herself into a sitting position. Her body burned badly but her chest has never felt any better. She caressed that spot on her chest which was hurting all evening, but there was suddenly no ache there anymore. She has never felt better.

But, what happened? How is she lying on the bed? She remembered his driver entering her bedroom and then... CHANGING INTO A HUGE CAT!!!!

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Blood of Jesus! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!!" She rushed out of bed like she's being pursued by the very demons. The reminder was like a dash of cold water to her heated body.

Standing, she backed away from him until her back pressed against the wall but she'd managed to put great distance between them. "I didn't just see that, did I?"

Her voice was high and shrilly, "It was a f-figment of my imagination, right? That can't be p-possible, right? He didn't just turn into a big c-cat...right?" She asked hopefully, staring at him with wide eyes.

"He prefers to be called a leopard. And no, it is not a figment of your imagination," his tone hard, like he is angry at her. He turned and faced her, "Unless, you will like him to come and show you again in order to convince you otherwis—"

"No, no, no, no, don't worry, I g-get the idea now. I don't need a repeat, I a-assure you!" Her heart was thudding in her chest, the memory of Degar turning into a big cat—no, a leopard—repeated itself in her head over and over again. "Is this a dream...!?"

She began feeling faint again...

"Don't you dare faint on me again, female." He glared at her.

Yep, that voice was enough to snap her right back to consciousness. For a man that just kissed her senseless few moments again, and had her body on fire, he is sure looking so calm, cool and in control. Does nothing ever ruffle him?

"So, he is a l-leopard? Your driver?" She swallowed.

"His other-half is a leopard. And, he is not my driver but an Alpha leader of the leopard clan," he corrected, "Degar is strong, powerful and a conqueror."

Ismena remembered clearly who an Alpha is. Why won't she? When her best friend has been ringing it to her ear since their high school days.

God, she must be out of her mind, but this really happened! Men that turn into animals!? Is she really mad to believe this!?

But a lot of things were making sense at the same time. Wolfariane's extraordinary strength that night he rescued her from her abusers. When he'd told her repeatedly that he is not a human male. The raw power and masculinity he emitted just by standing doing nothing but frowning. Not to mention the things he does to her neck with his tongue whenever they're kissing.

And the constant change in the color of his eyes suddenly made sense too. Blue. Green. Amber-gold. What is he?

"So, if he is a l-leopard? W-What are you?" Her throat dry like sandpaper, she swallowed again.

Wolfariane watched her carefully. "I would have showed you if I thought you were ready for that instead of calling Degar. You are not ready to handle that information now, so I will withhold it. The important ones you can handle, I will tell you."

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