He fucked into her mouth, holding her hair in a firm grip, relishing the snug drag of her lips, the flickering whip of her tongue. And all the while he watched her. Stared at her eyes darken, her cheeks hollowing out, her lips sliding over his díck."Oh yeah. There you go." he groaned as he rocked slowly back and forth, every muscle in his body tightening as he fought his release. "Suck it. Suck it deeper."Her tongue flattened further along him, rasping tissue so sensitive he wanted to roar with the pleasure of it. He pushed back, filling her mouth, breaching past her barrier of comfort in taking him. Her moan of protest filled the air as he slid too far, but he didn't pull back. She gagged. He did not relent.She could take more. He knew she could. Heavens help him, he needed her to. "Breathe through your nose. Relax." He ordered roughly, staring down into her wide eyes filled with fear and excitement gauging if it was fear or excitement lighting them. He felt the hot depths of h
Hours later, the sun is down and the breeze of the early evening came through the open windows of the bedroom Alphose lay in.His condition had been critical, Wolfariane did not want to imagine what would have happened if he'd found the cougar Alpha five minutes after the time he'd found him. A lot has happened after he'd found him at the pull of his own blood.The Sentinels had helped transport Alphose out of Nalaila's dungeon room to another bedroom on the fourth floor of the tower, while two other Sentinels had run out to call the healers of Naturiah on his orders. Another Sentinel he'd sent out to get Eline. She'd been Alphose's last intimate partner, so she was most likely to be of help in this situation.When the three healers came, including Harhan; the medicine man of the Royals, they'd quickly gotten to work on Alphose. Narosa, who's the only female among them was herded off to Ismena's bedroom to take care of the bruises on her human skin.Now, the Alpha King stood inside t
Ismena knew the exact moment she wasn't alone anymore, even before she saw him at the door through the mirror.She turned and faced him. His eyes took her in, including what she was wearing. And it made her lick her lips in nervousness.She was dressed in a taffeta shirt the housekeeper named Mirian, gave to her to put on. The material doesn't look like something Wolfariane will wear but the scent she has come to uniquely associate with him also came from the shirt, so she believes it to be his."There was no other clothing for me to wear, so she gave me this one. The housekeeper." Ismena explained, nervously when his eyes touched every single part of her body without him saying a word.Walking into this bedroom only to see her in one of his nightclothes has his body reacting to her instantly. All his blood went south and his díck hardened. Hell, the woman is already in his blood.That, made his face go hard "Why did you come here today?" His voice was clipped."Huh?" The question and
The silence that followed that question was deafening. It stretched...and only lengthened. Ismena waited him out patiently, her eyes never leaving his face. "Yes." He said, at last, uncrossing his arms. He walked to the nearest window and looked out to the wilds the only view the window oversees. Oh my God. She staggered back.No matter how true she'd expected it to be, it didn't prepare her for his admission. "Were you ever going to tell me?" She let out in a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "No." It hurt. It wasn't supposed to, but it did. "Why?" "Because I have no intentions of ever taking a mate. Not you or anybody else. I do not want a mate. I do not want a child." Each word was clipped and hard. "Why?" "I love my life the way it is." "What about me? I'm going to die, Wolfariane. Your touch keeps me alive. I've never felt better than I did in a long time and it is all because of you." "Alphose returned today from New York with your pills. The next time he wakes,
"Are you really going to the club?" Eline asked her friend disbelievingly, from the door. "Yes," Was all Ismena answered as she stood before the old mirror and sampled another dress.Eline was sad watching her friend who has been trying to find 'an appropriate dress' for a while now. She'd been cooking in the kitchen when Ismena walked into the house with tears in her eyes, her shoulders drawn in defeatedly.She'd asked, and the human female had told her that she confirmed with the Alpha King. Indeed, she is his mate, but he rejected her.Eline had expected to hear that, but still, it made her sad hearing it. She consoled Ismena as the human female cried her heart out.Then, all of a sudden, the woman wiped her tears and declared that she'll be going to the club."The Club!? I'm not sure that is such a good idea, Ismena." It is in fact a bad idea, for a lot of reasons. She'd tried explaining those reasons, but Ismena wouldn't hear of them."If he doesn't want to mate with me, that's
"Who knows, I might find another changeling male who I'm compatible with, who I can start fucking and it'll keep me alive. But even if I don't find another compatible mate, it doesn't matter. I'm still going to fuck around and fulfill my list while I wait for my death. I'm going to the club tonight." Wolfariane realized his hands had balled into fists. Again. For the hundredth time, he unfisted and flexed those fingers. He stood at the window of his bedroom, staring out to the wildness that surrounded his tower. He has good night vision even without the eyes of the wolf or the mountain lion, so he can see each tree in the forest, each grass, and each pathway. Head raised, he glanced at the sky. The stars clustered around the half-moon, looking so beautiful and shiny. A shooting star went off, separating itself from the crowd while twinkling stars stood out from the rest. It is indeed a beautiful night. She is in the club. Those males are leering at her. Their eyes are devouring
Then, the answer came when one man walked into the club, his eyes searched appreciatingly for the females and when his eyes found hers, they flashed with attraction.As the man made his way towards her, Ismena noted that he was a small man, a little taller than her but he oozed power. No problem, he'll do it.But then, something happened.The man got close to her and stopped suddenly like he hit a wall. He sniffed the air...twice. His eyes widened in shock and fear. Then, he turned and almost ran like his feet were on fire just to get away from her.I smell like him! A gasp tore from her mouth as it dawned on her."Oh my God! That motherfucking frowning ape!" She raged, slamming her drink on the table with so much force, the wooden cup rattled badly.She tried not to think of him all evening. The thought of sleeping with another man doesn't sit well with her, but she was trying her best to make peace with it since the man she wanted—the man her body craves so badly—does not want her.
Aronzo is a thirty-year-old dog changeling that came to the club with his best friend, Donas. Aronzo had seen his last girlfriend, Ana, when he entered the vicinity of the club, he'd immediately gone in pursuit of her, leaving his best friend to enter the club alone. He was making out with Ana in the bathroom, almost about to penetrate her when the music suddenly stopped, and everywhere went dead silent. Very unusual for the club. So, he'd gone out to see what was going on, only to see the Alpha King standing at the door of the club, staring at...! A shiver of cold fear went down Aronzo's back when he realized that the dark glare coming from the Alpha King was directed at his best friend, Donas, and one extraordinarily beautiful small woman he has his hands all over in the middle of the dancefloor. This is not good. This is not looking good at all...! As he stepped forward into the dancefloor Aronzo's suspicions were confirmed by the scent of the woman Donas was holding. What the