Page 72 of Mate to the Alpha Called God

But, he wasn't.

The look in his eyes said he was not done taking what he wanted from her body.His still-hard-as-a-rock, strong dick was clearly saying he was not done enjoying her body.And the way he turned with purpose and started walking back towards her said he was only getting started with her.

"Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God," She shook her head repeatedly, exhaustedly, as he walked closer to her.

Wolfaraine climbed the bed and hovered over her limp, sweaty form. Her long hair was all over the place around her head, she looked like a goddess.

His hands went to her weak thighs still shaking with tremors of her last orgasm and parted them wide to settle in-between them.

He looked down at her small, glistening, pink pussy and her hole which was slightly distended from freshly taking a man of his size, and his cock became rock hard just at the beautiful sight of her. He has never seen anything sexier.

Placing his thumb and forefinger around her labia, he spread her lips further apart which gave him a clearer view of her opening. He placed the head of his dick to it and slowly pushed it inside her. His eyes watched intensely as her body welcomed him into her tight sheathe.

"Fuck," he closed his eyes and began taking her body again.

And indeed, the first one was just the beginning.

He fucked her tirelessly, chasing her from one orgasm to another. It was just like their first night together, only more. So much more.

As the night progressed, he changed positions, taking her in every single position he could get her apart from the position he wanted most, which is the doggystyle.

Hell, if only he can have her in that position. He craved it so much. But he couldn't.

Instead, he explored every missionary position—her legs even twisted into positions she never thought were positive, while he took her with him on top. At some point in the night, he took her in a cowgirl position; placing her tired limp on top of him and taking her in powerful strokes from under.

Just as he vowed she would, Ismena screamed his name over and over and over again in the night, her voice got all cracky and hoarse.

Just as he promised he has her screaming a litany of his name during one climax when he added to her stimulation by licking the sensitive spot of her neck. Stars had winked behind her eyes when she exploded on that one.

The night got deeper and longer. Ismena begged for rest, for sleep, for mercy. But, he was relentless, giving her none of the three. All he gave her was orgasms, as he took his own pleasure.

She lost count of how many times she'd come. She lost count of how many times he'd shot away from her to release her and come back with renewed strength and determination to send her back to her creator on this night.

Ismena was certain that this powerful leader of the changelings have every intention of killing her this night.

She had lost count of how many times his eyes went green and how many times, he fought the battle of supremacy with his cougar.

At one time, she'd even hoped the cougar wins because it still means the same thing to her, which is death. Whether she dies at the hands of the mountain lion that hates her or the hands of a male and werewolf that wants to fuck her soul out of her body, what difference does it make?

But, those times too, he'd conquered and managed to suppress his raging cougar. He'd come back to bed for her again. And again. And again.

"Wolfe..." She pleaded one last time in a hoarse voice in the wee hours of the morning.

She was on her side and he was thrusting into her from behind, his hand keeping her leg up by the firm hold he has on her thigh. Even her own voice sounded far away to her own ears.

"Baby," she has reached her limits. Wolfaraine knows that.

Hell, how she'd held out for hours on end of such heavy intimacy from him was beyond him, but he'd been grateful as hell for it.

She's a strong vixen, his mate is. He never thought a human could match him this way—even the strongest of changeling females had been unable to match him like this.

But she, a human, his mate, has come damn close.

He could feel himself beginning to thread the lines of exhaustion. Of course, a male like him can thread those lines for more hours—days even—without walking over it. if he wanted to, but that was not the point. The point is that she'd been with him every step of the way until he was threading these lines.

"Wolfe..." She breathed again, her eyes so heavy she could barely keep them open. Her cheek resting on the bed, she closed her eyes. Ismena was almost sure she was on the verge of a blackout.

He placed a kiss on her cheek, stroking deep inside her, "I've got you, Ena. I've got you, baby."

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