Page 92 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

He is right here with her, and not there. There, that place was when he was roaring out in agony to the skies. There... wherever that dark place he'd slipped into earlier is.

"Yesss," Tore from his lips as he left her jaw loosen around him. He slid slowly inside her mouth as he chanted the word to her.

She took the smallest amount more. Enough to have him shiver in quaking pleasure as he watched his shaft sliding another deep inch into that warm silken mouth made from the finest of wine.

"More." His demand was rough.

Ismena was going to tell him that she couldn't take anymore, but as she opened her mouth wider to say those words, he sank in further, nearly to the convulsive swallowing at the entrance of her throat.

"Yes." Blueish-amber eyes rolled back into his head.

Tears came out of Ismena's open eyes, sliding down her cheeks as she clamped him tighter and breathed through her nose like he instructed her. She knows for sure that her jaw will hurt for days after this.

Wolfariane might as well be in another world at the feel of it all. Yes, this is it. God yes. That was it. There it is. His eyes closed, he rested his head on the cold wall in front of him, fucking her mouth with short desperate strokes.

The suckling moist sound of it enclosing him had him groaning with each breath, fighting the release rushing up with everything inside him. He couldn’t see his flesh fucking into her mouth now, but the sensations of it were so extreme he decided he could do without it.

"Ismena." he whispered desperately, unable to hold back the words, the sensations tearing through him. “God, yes. Suck it. Suck me, Ena, just like that.”

The smell her heat is threatening to drive him to a different kind of insanity. She was so aroused the sweet, earthy scent of her lust wrapped around his senses, drowning him in it.

It was too much. Too much heat, too much need welling up inside him, tormenting him. He heard his own roar shattering the air, felt the scalding pulse of his semen, and died in her arms.

"God..." There was no other way to explain it. His soul exploded with the tip with his cock, spewing out an emotion, a need, a compulsive hunger as thick, hot and life-giving as the semen winging its way to her moist, hungry mouth.

She closed her eyes and swallowed him in gulps to avoid choking, milking him dry until she felt his powerful legs twitch repeatedly.

Finally, when he became oversensitive and couldn't stand anymore, he pulled his half-hard flesh out of her addictive mouth, reached for her and dragged her to her feet using one hand.

Without wasting time, he buried two fingers inside her.

Ismena screamed as he shoved her to an unexpected climax, she turned to a puddle in his arms her hands tightening on his shirt. His mouth descended on her neck...he covered the vein with his lips and sucked. Hard.

"Oh...!" Her screamed turned strangled as a pleasure as dangerous as the one she felt four nights ago whipped through her like a lashing fire. Her body jerked, pushing forward repeatedly to his plowing ruthless fingers.

He made her ride out the waves, sucking and fucking her with his fingers until she descended from her high and melted into his arms.

Finally, Wolfariane pulled back and opened his eyes. The deepest blue eyes met Ismena's flushed face.

She smiled, "Welcome back." Her voice hoarse.

The memory of the past few hours flashed through his head.

Nalaila's refusal to eat.

The smell of human.

His attack on Ismena... Alphose...

"No." His voice was a deep intone of pain, "What have I done?"

Ismena's body was still humming from the aftermath of what just happened, but the look that took over his face had her pulling away from him. "Wolfe...?"

"What have I done?" He'd almost killed Ismena, not once but twice. He'd almost killed Alphose. His friend. A changeling, one of his people.

Ismena couldn't answer the question because she's confused too about what just happened. Two lions had been chasing her, then, Wolfariane was roaring, caging Alpha Alphose with a murder look in his multicolored eyes.

His eyes was taking in her almost naked form. Her tore clothes...torn panties on the floor, her bruised body. Tears down her cheeks. Her wrists are red from where he'd gripped her tight, and her waists...

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