Page 20 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas

"Yes." A radiant smile transformed her already beautiful face to exquisitely gorgeous, "I will just put on some clothes. I'll be back."

He watched as she turned and skidded into her bedroom in excitement. While he waited for her, he worked on calming the raging fires she started inside him.

An hour later, they were on their way back from the evening walk when he swiveled his head to the side and announced, "I am going to your world."

The words so unexpected took Ismena aback. "You are? When?"

"Tonight. The jet is ready." Facing forward, he walked steadily beside her, "I have an important business to take care of."

Ismena's spirit that remained lifted all evening suddenly fell. Her smile dimmed. "Oh... Okay."

"I do not know how long the business will take to be finalized but I do not have the intentions of staying long there. I have to be back before Nalaila finds out that I am not in Naturiah." A sadness crossed his features.

"How does she know?" She asked, baffled. Ismena knows that Nalaila is trapped in wolf-form for eighteen years now.

"She feels it. She is my sister after all." He stated like it answered it all. Maybe it does.

Ismena was doing her best to contain her own sadness. He's going away with no definite time of returning.

"Can I come with?" She blurted out. While she has come to love Naturiah so much, she missed her family and her friend, Sandra.

He shook his head adamantly. "It is not safe for you outside Naturiah yet. My ring is still out there and it has linked them to you as the person that stole it from me."

He is right. She averted her eyes.

They reached Eline's house, she opened the door and they walked inside. Sitting down on the couch, he dominated the space suddenly making the big living room seem small. She offered him wine and he took it.

He downed the wine and requested for another. And another. And another.

Wolfaraine knows he should start going but he was reluctant to do so. Earlier in the day, even before the idea to come here finished forming in his mind, he'd known that it was a bad idea.

Now, here he is drowning in her. He wanted her. His dick was hardened and swollen in his pants, needing the warmth and tightness of her pussy.

He requested for another wine. Who knows, maybe it will help calm him down.

"Are you sure you are not going to get drunk from all this wine?" She asked worriedly as she handed him another bottle.

"I do not get drunk." It was the truth. Another changeling might have a limit to the changeling wine but not him. It never makes him drunk no matter how many bottles he takes.

If he is getting drunk it is from the overwhelming scent of her arousal. The scent of her wetness was going to drive him insane. With how high the scent of her is in the air, Wolfaraine knows her panties are soaked full with hunger for him.

The knowledge was his undoing.

A growl tore from his throat as he dropped the empty bottle beside him and calmly rose to his feet.

Ismena rose too, her eyes zeroing in on him. He has been calm, cool, and collected as usual but something she can't pinpoint gave off his inner restlessness which combined with her hunger for him and has her on edge.

Was it the way his nose flared repeatedly? Or the slight amber that covered a small part of his blue eyes? Or the way those eyes devoured her while watching her like a predator would watch its prey?

He began stalking close to her. Automatically, she stepped back...back...back... until her back hit the wall of her bedroom.

"Uhm... Wolfaraine...?" Her voice sounded too breathy to her own ears. Too sexual.

"I was prepared to go to the human world without touching you." He hovered over her, stepping into her personal space while caging her with his arms resting on the wall on either side of her head.

"If the wolf or the lion got restless, I would run the woods until it's time to leave. I was prepared to do that." He leaned in and took a very deep breath, "But here I am, dying to have a taste of you before I go."

In a swift movement, he shrugged out of the long robe which left him in his black pants. His hand went behind her neck, gathered all her pale-yellow hair away. His head lowered and he scrapped his teeth on the sensitive spot of her neck.

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