Page 22 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
"Wolfe—" Her plea was a hard gasp, a breathless moan as her hands went to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. Sweat poured from their body.
His sharp growl at the added sensation surprised him. He felt his cock swell, pulse. He drove against her harder, deeper, one hard hand spanning her hip as he held her still, the other on the other hip, pushing her lower body relentlessly to meet with his.
He arched forward and took her lips with his devouring mouth. He plunged his tongue deep, mimicking the strokes his hips were making. He practically took her breath away as his tongue mated with her, plundering every corner of her mouth. He couldn't get enough of her.
She was getting close, so damned close, and so was he. He could feel the white-hot fingers of fire moving down his spine now, the tightening in his balls.
Ismena tore her lips away from his, to drag in oxygen to her deprived lungs. He tore the part of her gown that covered her breasts until they sprang free, then he took a puckered nipple into his mouth and sucked in hard tugs.
Her nipple was hard, succulent, the grip on his cock tightened each time he drew on it. She was gasping, panting, trembling, moaning all at the same time. He can practically feel how close she was.
"Come for me, Ena. Come..." thrust, "...for..." harder thrust, "...me." he pulled back and slammed into her.
She screamed as she practically detonated like a bomb in his arms, the pleasure bursting inside her. Desperate, hard, her hips bucked and she felt herself dying.
Her climax was like a tidal wave, tearing through her, heaving her body, shaking it, shuddering through it, destroying her as she held tight to her neck, praying for some anchor to hold her to earth.
"OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGoooood!!" It was never-ending. Hot pulsing relief spasmed through her pussy, causing it to grip tighter around his plunging cock, soak him like a river, and filled her thighs with a rush of liquid that would have terrified her if her mind hasn't jumped out of her body with what he was doing to her.
He slammed inside her, deep, hard, and then—
Pulling away from her so fast, he dumped her unceremoniously on the floor and stepped away from her.
Confused, she looked up just in time to see the green eyes staring back at her. His claws has slipped out, they'd scratched her hips before he'd pulled away, not that she noticed the pain of the scratch or the unceremonious fall because she still floated the whirling clouds of her release.
Wolfaraine was at war with himself. He'd been so taken in by her, he'd let down his guards and the mountain lion had taken the opportunity, barreling its way to the surface and trying to force a shift. He'd come so close to hurting her.
He came, fighting the mountain lion. Grabbing hard over the reins of control even as his release washed over him. Hot jets of sperm spurted from his hard flesh as he mentally pushed hard on his other half until it receded.
With a growl at her, the green eyes cleared until stormy blue eyes like the oceans met her again. She was scared and grateful atthe same time. Ismena cannot believe she'd been so into him that she forgot about that part of him that hates her so much.
"I'm sorry about—" He began.
"Don't be, please, I'm not." She whispered, sitting pliantly. She does not want him to regret having sex with her.
She was tired, but when he came for her again, she went willingly. This time around, he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the bedroom while kissing the hell out of her.
One more time. He'll just take her one more time before he leaves, he said to himself knowing that he is running out of time and it's almost time to leave. His wolf howled in disapproval, but he ignored that part of him.
He can fuck Ismena until morning, but the wolf will never be satisfied until he marked her in the way of the mating ritual.
In the bedroom, he was sucking on her bottom lip as he lined up his cock and pushed inside her until he was buried to the hilt again.
She moaned into his mouth, mentally working her body to relax and take his strokes. Which went from slow and gentle, to deep and fast in the space of a few minutes.
He worked her body like a magician, targeting her elusive g-spot with amazing accuracy over and over again until her eyes watered and her moans became so loud it echoed in her own ears.
Then when he moved his lips to her neck and nipped on her sensitive spot, Ismena's body drew taut and dissolved violently. Stars winked behind her eyes as she came. She was breathing hard, crying now, her head tossing with the extremity of her pleasure.
When his climax rushed up to him, he pulled away from her to the other side of the bed, stroking himself fast until he came with a long groan. His eyes flashed green and receding.
Ismena still trembled. Her cheeks were wet with sweat and tears as she gasped for breath. She felt bereft when he pulled away, but more than that exhaustion washed over her. She fell asleep.
When she woke, she found out that she was covered with the bedding. It was dark around the house and dark outside too.
She'd slept for hours... And he'd left.
CHAPTER 8. ...AFTER DEPARTURE.
