Chapter 34

"Right. And I'm a woman. When you get back to Eline's place, you stay down, until you can return back to your world. You are already dying, you need not put yourself in unnecessary danger. Alphose will get your meds between today and tomorrow." His tone brooked no argument.

Why doesn't he want to take her seriously? Ismena had the strong urge to stomp her feet in sheer frustration. Instead, she humphed, turned away from him, and faced the sky again. "Thank you for going through the trouble to get my med for me, even if you have no reason to. I was the one that stole and pawned your precious ring after all," she flushed guiltily, "I wish I'd made another decision then."

He didn't say anything to that. Instead, he is trying to rein in his control. Does the woman have any idea that she has gone wet for him?

He can practically smell it here, and it is messing with his head. The very scent of her. He gritted his teeth.

Ismena squeezed the muscle of her thighs together, in an effort to ease the ache growing there. "But now, I don't feel so bad anymore because it brought me to this world. I just hope the ring is found."

"It will be." He stated firmly.

"In the meantime, I will explore this world as best as I can while I still have time," A smile spread across her sexy lips, "I have a lot to cross off my To-Do list."

Hell. He has perceived a lot of horniness before, but none of them scented so damn good that he is having a hard time holding on to himself. 

Knowing that some of that is the mating pheromones; her body recognizes that her mate is nearby and craving her mate's touch. So, that means it's not her fault her womanhood is practically weeping for him.

But, it doesn't make it easier at all. Her scent is driving him insane.

Aaaaaand, he is scowling again, Ismena thought cautiously. A huge frown that knitted his brows together. Was it something she said?

"Did I say anything wrong?" She asked warily.

Silence met the question.

Ismena can feel the tension out of nowhere. The tension is suddenly too high in the air. And her body? 

This is one of those nights she'll have to touch herself intimately to relieve this hot burning ache for him. No way she can go back to sleep with hunger this great, she is almost shivering with it.

She cleared her throat. "I will just...uhm...say goodnight here. See you in the morning."

"See you." He replied in a curt voice, "Don't wander around. Stay in the bedroom.",

"Sir, yes sir." She meant for it to come out in a mock salute, but it came out breathless. God, the heat is too much.

Wolfariane's claws slid out. Does she have any idea that she is panting? Soft, short breaths with tiny sounds that go straight to his côck. 

He retracted them. The wolf was growling at the scent of her aróusal that only seems to increase by the minute.

"Go to bed, Ismena." He let out through gritted teeth, fisting his hands by his side, trying to rein in control. Trying not to the lung for her, pin her to this wall, and pound into her until morning. 

Amber covered his vision. Shit. He blinked hard to clear it. "Leave. Here. Now."

Something in that tone spurred her into motion, at the same time, it made Ismena's panties wetter. "Well, alright then." Heavens, is she panting? Her tone sounded too breathless even to her own ears.

She turned towards him, and the door. The savage expression on his face made her gasp.

"Walk past me. Slowly." His tone was harsh, his breathing hard.

He is battling himself. Ismena does not know how she knows that, but she does. The sight of it scared and aroused her at the same time.

"O-Okay." She walked slowly...as slow as a snail. She held her breath too.

Don't drag her. Don't touch her. Don't grab her! Touch her! Lung for her! Don't touch her! 
Grab her!! Pin her to the wall. Her panties her wet for me. Don't touch her!! She has a bad heart, she can't handle me like this. Her cúnt is weeping for me. Don't grab her!! Fúck her! Don't touch her!!

"O-Okay. I t-think I'm s-scared." Ismena's voice trembled, "You have t-this look like y-you want to s-swallow me whole." She let out a nervous laugh, "I'm s-scared, and t-that is saying something b-because not a lot of things scares m-me."

He didn't say a word, which wasn't helpful to Ismena at that moment. His muscles bunched and unbunched. His hands fisted and unfisted. The look in those midnight blue eyes... 

Wait, is it blue or amber? Or both?

While it creamed her panties so bad she feels like she'd urinated on herself, it was also very scary. Okay, okay, she is almost at the door. If she can just take a few more steps...

The scent of fear and arousal together went to his nose. He lost the battle.

Once I get past that door, I'm going to run as fast as my legs can carry—

He grabbed hold of her waist from behind so fast, Ismena shrieked at the unexpected action. Before, she was aware of what of happening, he had her pinned to the wall beside the door.

"Wolfa—" she cut off suddenly when she came face to face with a huge dominating man well into her personal space, with a savage expression on his face. 

"S-Should I be s-scared?" She asked instead. She surely doesn't want to be, but only a few people in this world wouldn't be when someone is staring at them like a living, breathing twelve-course meal. Only the mad and the dead.

He slammed his lips to hers.

Ismena froze in fear. He practically devoured her lips like a panther to a mouse, swallowing her tongue until she was overwhelmed by the sharp bites of pleasure that coursed its well through her blood to her bone marrow. 

Fear took a backseat while arousal roared forward like a lion, taking over her entire body. 

With a loud moan, she couldn't possibly contain, Ismena surrendered to him. Her lips went in search of his, darting across his lips, and sucking on his tongue. 

"Oh, God..." She was going to say, but her voice was muffled under the intense kiss that only got more ravenous until he was pressing her deeper into the wall with his whole body. 

Her arms went around his neck, she clung to him because she registered at the back of her mind that she needed his body for support to keep standing straight. She has gone weak in the knees.

Her blunt nails scraped along his back as she arched to him, her clothed body twisting closer, desperate to mate every cell in their bodies together. His hard chest, with its fine sprinkling of golden-brown hair, rasped her nipples, engorging them to the point of pain. 

Powerful thighs parted hers, a hand at her back moved to cup her breast, and still, he kissed her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she moaned as his hand kneaded her breast. 

Ismena suddenly wished she was naked. More...she needed more. She will die if she doesn't get more...!

So, she pressed even closer to him, whimpering low on her throat when his own clothes obstructed more contact. He kissed every breath from her body, Ismena tore her lips from him, panting loudly. "More...! I need more...!"

Wolfariane needed her more than she does him, he can practically taste his hunger for her on his tongue. 

It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

She was moving her body against his so much, his hands shot out and he grabbed hold of her waists to still the movements.

"No...! No, please, don't stop!" She cried, needing more contact, her head drugged from the taste of him.

"I'm not stopping, Ismena but you have to listen." He hissed, a pleasured growl tearing from his throat as she rubbed her sharp-pointed nípples to his chest. "Listen, dammit!"

Something in his voice must have gotten to her drunken haze because she stilled suddenly. A shudder worked its way down her exquisite body. 

"You're torturing me...!" The agonizing moan tore from deep within her.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his fingers digging into the skin of her waists. "If I lose control, I will hurt you more than your body can take. I can damage you in so many ways, do you understand? I have to hold onto control, Ismena, but moving your body that way is not helping matters. Do you hear me?" 

Another shiver sizzled through her body. She wanted him badly, but she was scared of being hurt badly too. "Y-Yes."

"Good. If I tell you to stop, just stop." His voice was a deep growl, "If I tell you to freeze, just hold your breath and stop breathing. If I say 'don't do it, stop whatever you're doing at that moment. Do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes." Anything for him not to stop touching her, for him to relieve this ache threatening to burn a hole through her body. "Please, t-touch me! Touch me...!"

So, he gave in. His head lowered, and his lips slammed down at hers.

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