All Chapters of MATE TO THE ALPHA PREDATOR : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

When Wolfaraine heard Eline's hurried footsteps recede, he leaned down and began kissing Ismena again. He ran his fingers down her arm, her breasts, her belly.His thrusts increased, and so did her moans. Ismena felt feverish under him, feeling every single hard stroke of his hips in every part of her body. A large hand settled on her ass, he caressed and pressed it, then he held her ass up to meet every single thrust of his dick inside her.He pinned her there with the weight of his body. The rasping of clothes, the quick rush of their breathing mixed with the sound of the wind and the chirpings of birds. The slap of skin against skin.His body thrust into hers fiercely, his mouth hard, insistent, on her parted lips as he felt the spiral of pleasure build like gas-ignited flames. "Wolfe..." She tore her lips away from his and cried out. A shiver ran down her body.His mouth found hers again, opened, and bit at her while the rhythm curled her hips up into his with heated passion. He

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,

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...!" 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.

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