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He would have smelled her discomfort but the fact that his enhanced senses aren't working as sharp as usual shows how badly his fatal wounds have affected him.

"Of course, I'm fine." She forced her body to relax and buried her fingers into his soft silver-gold hair.

But he didn't move, instead, his lips found hers and joined them together. The kiss started out slow but quickly escalated to an inferno; dragging moans out of her throat and causing her insides to burn. The pain disappeared like it was never there, but still, he didn't move.

He kissed her for so long, that Ismena felt drugged by his kisses. She was gonna die if he doesn't start moving soon. So, she began moving under him, needing him badly to scratch the burning ache inside her that seems to increase with every passing second.

Those little hip moves were his cue that her body was ready for more of him, he began moving inside her.

The rhythm was slow, Wolfaraine pushed back the driving need inside him to fuck her hard and fast into oblivion, but instead he embraced the need to savor the feel of her wrapped around her. The feel of her body so intimate with his, after such a long time.

As he was kissing her, he was creating a rhythm that caused her to shiver visibly in his arms. She moaned into his mouth, her hips slowly meeting his strokes.

"God, it feels so good." The whisper from her was a breathy moan inside his mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around him to hold him closer.

He pulled back, thrust deep inside her, and stopped abruptly.

He tore his mouth away from hers, raising his head up, sharply.

Ismena was about to ask him what was wrong but he spoke before her.

"Do not come closer, Eline." He groaned, his voice deeper than normal.

Eline who was coming back from her walk with Sandra to join Ismena stopped abruptly from

the other side of the forest at the very-familiar voice of command.

"Alpha King!?" She gasped, surprised not just about his return, but also the clarity that he's here in the forest.

"Take whoever is with you out of this wild." He couldn't make out the strange scent of Eline's companion, so he chalked it up to the causation by his rhodium wound, "Do not come any closer."

"O-Of course, Alpha King. I ap-pologize for the...uhh...interruption." Cheeks warm, Eline turned to a confused Sandra and began ushering her out of the forest.

Sandra didn't understand what just happened, and the fact that they were suddenly hurrying away from their destination was getting her more confused.

"But, where are we going? We were supposed to get Mena." Sandra protested, digging in her heels but Eline was stronger. The cougar changeling's hands on her shoulders were making her move, no matter how much she dug into her heels.

"Mena knows her way home, Sandra. She will come home when she's able to." She added the last part in a hushed whisper as she urged the human well away from the forest.

Sandra was too stunned and confused to keep pushing the case. She had no idea what was happening.

"Wait, what's going on?" She asked Sandra, beginning to worry about her best friend. "Look, I'm not taking another step out of this woods unless you tell me what's going on! Either that, or we go back there and get my best friend!"

To back up her threats, Sandra stopped walking and sat on the ground instead. She crossed her arms stubbornly, "You know I'm not slim right? And I'm super heavy too. You ain't getting me to move an inch from here unless you—"

She didn't get to finish when a red-faced, desperate-looking Eline bent to the waist, picked her up like a sack of potatoes, and threw her over her shoulders.

She carried Sandra kicking and screaming out of the woods.

CHAPTER 21. THE WOODS, SURROUNDED BY HIM.

When Wolfaraine heard Eline's hurried footsteps recede, he leaned down and began kissing Ismena again. He ran his fingers down her arm, her breasts, her belly.

His thrusts increased, and so did her moans. Ismena felt feverish under him, feeling every single hard stroke of his hips in every part of her body.

A large hand settled on her ass, he caressed and pressed it, then he held her ass up to meet every single thrust of his dick inside her.

He pinned her there with the weight of his body. The rasping of clothes, the quick rush of their breathing mixed with the sound of the wind and the chirpings of birds. The slap of skin against skin.

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