Ismena noticed that his breathing was still uneven and his eyes were still closed. Physically, he does not look like there's anything wrong, but something felt wrong to her."Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.He did not say anything for a few seconds, which intensified what she felt. She rose from the cushions of his arm and looked at him carefully. "Is it the poisoned wounds?" Her eyes went to his pant-covered leg."Yes," he admitted, "The two bullet wounds are trying to heal themselves, but they are deep, infected wounds which makes it hard." A pause, "With every attempt at skin rejuvenation, it hurts. Badly.""Oh, my God. Does it mean it's not gonna heal?" The realization that he was in pain filled her with sadness.For the first time since he stepped into the woods, he smelled the river several miles away from them. His enhanced senses are returning, and his eyes have become clearer too."It will. Just slower and more painful than usual." He replied at last in a calm voice,
It soothed him to know that even though all clans have their difference—and might even be in disagreement with each other once in a while—that there was still a good level of oneness, peace, and togetherness amongst them whenever they come together for a meeting.He proceeded to reassure every one of them that he was fine and there was no damage done by the Wolfhunters, so they should let go of all their anger. Of course, they argued that there was indeed damage; referring to the rhodium wounds on his left leg."Not only that, the wounds got infected from a lack of treatment, which makes it all worse," Adanel spoke for the first time.Series of shocked gasps filled the air, this time, including Alpha Degar's. He did not know about the infection. None of them did.Noises rose in the air again and they all began raging all over again.Wolfaraine looked at Adanel wordlessly and without surprise, but warily too.Of course, the male would pick up on the infection because Adanel was also a
Blanket of stars stretched to infinity in the night's sky; some look the color of birthstone-blue while some looked polar-white in color, some looked like twinkling stars and if you're in motion, you'll think that some are moving stars, flickering and shimmering in the sky. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night's sky, making the night aglow with it's zinc-silver orb. It was a beautiful night.In the streets of Naturiah, most upper changelings like: the werewolves, cougars, tigers, leopards, elephants, jaguars e.t.c, took the form of their animals to enjoy the wild and the beauty of the night. Some formed combat circles, some ran the woods, some couples were out taking a walk in their animal form and children in their forms playing too.Through the huge windows of the hallway of the Tower, the night's light penetrated translucently which made the hallway aglow and illuminated the figures of three huge males walking in soundless footsteps to the direction of the
Wolfaraine opened the door of his bedroom and walked through it. His chest was heavy as if a metallic rock was logged there after his visit to Nalaila's room and his left leg was starting to throb.Her scent was everywhere in this room but she was nowhere within sight. At first, he'd thought she wasn't in his bedroom but then, he heard the shower running.He felt calmer all of a sudden and the wolf spread out languidly inside him, growling in sheer pleasure. He felt better.Then, he stiffened at the unexpected reaction to her presence. It irked because he should not be reacting to her like that.Control yourself, Wolfaraine. You both agreed that it's just gonna be sex. Do not forget that you also have to let her go after the Ring is found and brought back to Naturiah. You do not want a mate. You cannot afford to have a child. Do not forget.Walking further into the spacious room, he began removing his evening clothes.Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ismena allowed water to cascade down he
"Wolfaraine...!" She gasped, shocked and embarrassing.He turned her to face him then and stepped back. He nodded and crossed his arm over his wide chest, "It was sexy as hell, seeing you moan while pleasuring yourself and thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now.""But, I can't—" "You can." He drawled seductively, "Touch yourself for me, Ismena."Like she'd received a compulsive command from the supernatural God of Sex himself, Ismena found herself automatically giving in to him. She was so aroused, she knows it wouldn't take much from him and she'll come.Her face was all shades of blush as her trembling hand moved on its own accord to her belly where it rested for a moment. Then, it began moving down...down...down... Her eyes closed."No. I want you to look at me." Her eyes snapped open and settled on his hard, chiseled, handsome-like-the-devil-but-never-smiling face. Although it remained unreadable, but the intense look in his blue eyes screamed banked-up desire.
His bedroom was illuminated by the light penetrating from the window. Far away, a bird was singing, a wolf was howling and crickets were chirping.A naked Wolfaraine dropped a naked Ismena on the bed, coming down with her. They were both dripping wet but he did not care about that. His mouth founds hers, kissing her deeply. Urgent and primal, just as his need for her was. He drove his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking on hers for very long seconds.Then, he broke the kiss and looked into her dazed eyes, "I wanted to start this night by going down on you. But then, I found you that way in the bathroom and I went crazy."She moaned, her cheeks ruby."Now, I just want to fuck you. I just want to fuck you all night." Then, he stroked deep into her tight seethe.Ismena gasped into his mouth her eyes closed, and allowed the burning sensations of his penetration to wash over her. Her fingers caressed his wild shoulders as he jerked out of her in urgency and stroked deep into her ag
On the bed, Ismena watched him through half-lidded eyes, her brain feeling so drugged out by everything he'd done to her body. She felt empty when he pulled out of her and his sheltering body suddenly left hers. But at the same time, she felt relief. He'd almost killed her.As she watched him stroke himself through his own climax, she came to the conclusion that this beautiful man here will be the death of her. Not her heart. Him.She laid the way he left her; her feet resting on the mattress, the heels digging into it which left her knees raised and wide apart from each other. She was so dizzy, that she hoped to hell and prayed that he was done with her. But, he wasn't.The look in his eyes said he was not done taking what he wanted from her body. His still-hard-as-a-rock, strong dick was clearly saying he was not done enjoying her body. And the way he turned with purpose and started walking back towards her said he was only getting started with her."Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God," She s
He could feel himself beginning to thread the lines of exhaustion. Of course, a male like him can thread those lines for more hours—days even—without walking over it. if he wanted to, but that was not the point. The point is that she'd been with him every step of the way until he was threading these lines."Wolfe..." She breathed again, her eyes so heavy she could barely keep them open. Her cheek resting on the bed, she closed her eyes. Ismena was almost sure she was on the verge of a blackout.He placed a kiss on her cheek, stroking deep inside her, "I've got you, Ena. I've got you, baby."Those words made her feel safe from everything in the world, except him.He moved in and out of her in rhythmical strokes, placing a kiss on her neck. A passing look at the window facing him confirmed the time to be the very early hours of the morning. She'd given him so much tonight, and he had taken much more than she'd given him. He was inside her for hours, all night. And yet, he couldn't get