Chapter 15

A blush crept to her cheeks like he just reminded her what she momentarily forgot. "Look, I really didn't mean to steal it. If you'll just turn a blind eye to it. You're a rich man and all that. Or, if you'll just let me go, just this once, I will—"

"You will do what?" The groan was to her ear. His upper body pressed her deeper into the wall. Suddenly, he needed more of her scent in his system. He inhaled deeply.

He's sniffing her neck! "I'll most definitely not steal again, that I can assure you." She squeaked. 

Does he wanna eat her up!? Sure looks like he's playing with his meal. A shiver worked down her spine.

Yet, she couldn't resist rubbing her aching breasts to his chest, seeking any kind of relief from this hunger that only increases.

"Stop that." He growled the command through gritted teeth.

She stared up at him and blinked innocently, "Stop what?"

A pause. A harder scowl. "Do you know what smells better than fear?"

She has no idea what he means, but she managed to squeak, "What...?"

"Lùst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cóck, Female, and it is driving me to the edge."

For a few seconds, Ismena was too stunned to speak. How does he know that? Just how does he know her Liverpool has been crying so hard for his Barcelona? 

Her cheeks turned as red as a ruby. Well, she has been caught. Go big or go home. 

"So, what are you going to do about that?" She pressed her arching womanhood to his leg—shit, the man is really tall. Or, is she the short one?—and rubbed slowly against him like a cat in heat. Pleasure sizzled her body at the contact, a moan slipped from her throat.

"Heavens, female...!" But then, he shocked them both—hell, even the poor equipment in her bathroom as he lifted her until her weeping pússy pressed to his thick hardness, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him to her.

Strong hands gripped hers, raising it high above her head and keeping it captive there With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers. 

For a few seconds, Ismena was stiff with shock in his arm. She was almost sure this man hated her, so, what the hell is happening here? 

But then, he sucked on her lower lips, and she was a goner. With a moan, she surrendered to his demand. His head angled, slanting his lips across hers, his tongue thrusting into her ready mouth.

Drugging, stimulating, the touch was lightning and heat, a swamp of conflicting sensations that swept through her body like a tidal wave of feelings, crushing her beneath their force. Ismena felt like she was drowning in it.

Her fingers curled, her hands straining against his grip on them. Her nails bit into her palms as she whimpered against the demanding thrust of his tongue. God, the taste of him. 

Dark honey, sweet and seductive, lured her with the promise of passion even as it pulled her into a lust that threatened to destroy her. Her tongue skimmed over his, she moaned in pleasure at the addictive taste. 

She needed more. She needed to fill herself with it, to discover the full, heady promise of the intriguing flavor that is him.

His tongue pressed more demandingly against hers then. A growl lingered in the air around them, completely canine, male, a demand that speared through her womb. Wolfariane allowed his tongue to caress, to prod, to taste, and yet still he wanted more.

So, he took more. Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth over and over again in a ruthless but intoxicating move. Showing her an iceberg of what fúcking him will be like. It thrilled and scared her at the same time.

She tore her mouth from him to catch her breath, "Let go," she gasped, flexing her hands. She needed to touch him all over. Needed to tear at his clothes and spread her legs to admit him deep inside her.

His hands only tightened further around hers, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold her in a death grip. "No." 

He was tethering on an edge. If she touches him that way, he will damn the consequences and take her on this bathroom floor.

Just the thought made him still. What the hell is he doing? 
"No." He groaned, firmer this time.

She lowered her shaky legs but went on her tiptoes reaching for him. She pressed closer to his thigh, moaning at the pressure against her swelling clít, needing more, so much more than what he was giving her now. "More... Give me more..."

His wolf gnawed his approval. "No." He put her down, and stepped back, "You, female, is a big temptation." She is too beautiful, those big brown eyes can easily draw a man is like the voice of a siren.

Ismena's body was burning too much for him. Whatever is wrong with her is becoming worst with him so close to her. "If we can just—"

He snarled like a mountain lion as it dawned on him. "My ring." It was a growl, "Where is my ring?"

A dash of cold water on her body, was what the question is. A chill ran down her spine, so in contrast with the fire that was burning there a few seconds ago. "Huh?"

"I know you have it, but I can't smell it here." His voice was a deep rumbling, filled with danger and power. "Where. Is. My. Ring?"

"Uhm, can we at least sit down and discuss this like two matured adults?" She swallowed tightly.

Amber eyes with a flare of green glared at her. Green...? Does a person's eyes go green!?

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, but you have to promise not to do something really dramatic...like murder." Her eyes lifted hopefully.

"Fee-maleee." Just one word, like a deep rumbling of thunder had her spilling her guts.

"Okay, okay, okay," she took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, "I p-pawned it. I p-pawned the ring."

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