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She can feel her orgasm coming. It wouldn't be sweet and pleasurable, but hard and demanding like the others before it. Oh, no.
Ismena shook her head from side to side, "I can't, I can't..."
"I've got you, sweetling, you can." He angled his thrust, going deeper inside her.
“Wolfe!” Weak, breathless, she called out his name as she felt her last hold on reality begin to slip away. “Oh God, hold me. Please hold me.”
She was going to fly apart at the seams, she could feel it. She was going to lose herself and her mind right along with her senses.
“I have you,” His voice was a dark, primal growl. "I have you, Ena-baby."
He was moving, thrusting inside her, filling and stretching her pussy. Possessing her with every tightening stroke, Ismena felt her body vibrating, tensing. Pleasure was building inside her, burning, the sensual flames rising higher.
"Wooooooooolfeeeeee!!" The scream tore from the deepest part of her as she felt the conflagration detonate inside her. Violent, fiery, her orgasm began tearing through her senses, tearing through her body.
Her inner walls locked down, milking his hardness as the muscles began to flex and tighten in response to her release. As it shuddered through her body, she felt sensations overwhelm her.
She had no idea that she was crying, until a runaway tear entered her mouth and she tasted it.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," she wailed as she trembled from head to toe.
"I've got you. I've got you." He crooned like he was soothing a child. At the same time, the familiar tingling started at his balls.
He tensed, his hips arcing, pushing inside her as his cock seemed to swell thicker and harder. The heavy flesh jerked, throbbed hard and deep and—
Ismena watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he shot away from her few seconds before his orgasm took him, his hand beating at his flesh as he spurted out his release. Series of almost inaudible groans he couldn't control tore from his lips as he spewed his seed on his bed.
Her eyes was barely open at this point. She was drained. Sleep hovered over her, preparing to take her in his arms.
She saw his eyes flash green before sleep started wrapping her up.
She felt a feather-like kiss on her forehead as sleep started blanketing her.
And, right before it carried her away, she heard him whisper. "Good night, Ena-baby."
CHAPTER 3. MORNING AFTER.
Mirian, the housekeeper made her way to the fourth floor of the tower, wringing her hands in front of her nervously as she walked.
Working for the Alpha King right from the time when he was just a lad doesn't mean anything to her state of mind whenever she's about to meet him or have a confrontation with him.
But as nervous as she is, she didn't slow down her strides; the heavy sounds of her footsteps echoed the empty hall with every step she took. Stopping at the fifth bedchamber door before the master's bed chambers, she took a deep breath and summoned all the courage she has, before she knocked on the door.
When there was no response, she knocked again.
He is in this bedroom. Although this isn't his master bedchambers, he is here. That, the older woman was very sure of because her enhanced senses as a werewolf can scent him here.
"Come in." Came the deep voice of the Alpha King.
Mirian let out a deep breath before she opened the door and walked through it. Closing the door behind her, she faced the Alpha King. He was seated at the huge throne-chair that dominated one side of the chambers, his pen scribbling away on the sheets in front of him.
Automatically, her eyes searched for the bruises she'd heard he incurred after his ambush from the Wild Ones on the night before.
Her eyes only found smooth toned skin without a single wound on it. Every one of those bruises has healed.
"What is the matter, Marian?" He asked in that usual calmness, his eyes never straying from the papers in front of him.
"It's the f-female, Alpha King." She managed out. Forcing her fingers apart, she allowed her hands to drop by her sides.
