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lanket of stars stretched to infinity in the night's sky; some look the color of birthstone-blue while some looked polar-white in color, some looked like twinkling stars and if you're in motion, you'll think that some are moving stars, flickering and shimmering in the sky.
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night's sky, making the night aglow with its zinc-silver orb. It was a beautiful night.
In the streets of Naturiah, most upper changelings like: the werewolves, cougars, tigers, leopards, elephants, jaguars e.t.c, took the form of their animals to enjoy the wild and the beauty of the night. Some formed combat circles, some ran the woods, some couples were out taking a walk in their animal form and children in their forms playing too.
Through the huge windows of the hallway of the Tower, the night's light penetrated translucently which made the hallway aglow and illuminated the figures of three huge males walking in soundless footsteps to the direction of the aisle that leads to the curved stairway.
As they came down from the stairs, they continued walking with purpose towards the end of the hallway. The only noise in the air was the loud bark of a faraway dog, and the roar of a cougar outside the gates of the big castle.
They got to the door, the male by the right strode forward and inserted the key. The sound of the locks unlocking and the chains being pulled away from the door interrupted the silence of the Tower.
"It's open, Alpha King." Degar said in a low tone.
Wolfaraine walked right through the door, with Alphose trailing behind him. He stood a few feet away from the metal rods that holds Nalaila captive, staring straight ahead to the white wolf which laid on its side-with its back away from them-sleeping peacefully if the labored rise and fall of its body in breathing is any indication.
"Are you sure she did not...notice my absence?" Wolfaraine directed to Alphose at last.
In order words, was Alphose truly sure she did not go berserk in all the duration he spent in the human world?
Alphose nodded his head, "No, she did not. I also asked all the sentinels that guarded the tower while you were away to be sure. She did not create any fuss at all."
If Alphose's tone held any confusion, it was nothing compared to the face of the Alpha King and Degar. It was just too hard to believe. The white wolf goes crazy whenever he goes away from Naturiah for days. He's been out of Naturiah for two weeks.
Wolfaraine watched her sleep. As confusing and baffling as it was, it also gave him relief too.
"Why are you inhaling deeply, Alphose? This is the fourth time in ten seconds I've heard you do that." Wolfaraine threw him a glance, "Do you smell anything unusual?"
Alphose did smell something unusual. The scent of the Alpha King is in this room. It was very faint he wouldn't have picked it up if he wasn't a cougar Alpha.
And, he was almost sure it's not because he just walked through it moments ago, because he'd caught that scent the first time they walked through that door.
What's going on? Wolfaraine had been out for two weeks, his scent should have faded from this place a few days after he left, so, why was his scent here? Unless, Ismena.
No, that can't be true, he thought disbelievingly.
"Alphose?"
The Alpha King's voice brought him back. He shook his head and replied, "No, nothing is wrong."
There's no way Ismena would have been here because she must know how much Nalaila hated humans and they would have heard the white female wolf's rage if a human had invaded its space.
Also, if she did come here, the Alpha King will be the first to scent her presence when they entered this room.
Maybe he'd been wrong after all, Alphose concluded.
"When was the last time she ate?" Wolfaraine asked.
"Two days ago. She has been asleep since then." Alphose responded.
"Tell the cook to get her food prepared tomorrow. If she isn't awake, they should wake her up and feed her. She should not be allowed to keep going so long without food."
"Yes, Alpha King, I will do just that."
As they locked up and walked away, Alphose wondered if he should tell Wolfaraine about Kassandra now?
But, one look at the slight limp the Alpha King walked with stopped him from doing so. That, and his wariness to tell him about his journey to the human world with his mate.
No, he'll tell him everything tomorrow.
Wolfaraine opened the door of his bedroom and walked through it. His chest was heavy as if a metallic rock was logged there after his visit to Nalaila's room and his left leg was starting to throb.
Her scent was everywhere in this room but she was nowhere within sight. At first, he'd thought she wasn't in his bedroom but then, he heard the shower running.
He felt calmer all of a sudden and the wolf spread out languidly inside him, growling in sheer pleasure. He felt better.
Then, he stiffened at the unexpected reaction to her presence. It irked because he should not be reacting to her like that.
Control yourself, Wolfaraine. You both agreed that it's just gonna be sex. Do not forget that you also have to let her go after the Ring is found and brought back to Naturiah. You do not want a mate. You cannot afford to have a child. Do not forget.
Walking further into the spacious room, he began removing his evening clothes.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ismena allowed water to cascade down her back. It's surprising how she loves the showerhead in his bathroom more than the ones she was used to in the human world. It might be not be modern, but the gold-colored showerhead screamed old-fashioned and expensive, just like every other thing in his bedroom.
She'd tried to sleep, but her body was just too hot for it to allow her any sleep. So, she'd figured a shower would help. She'd set the water for cold too.
But, as it cascaded down her body, Ismena was starting to realize that it was not going to be of much help. It's not calming her arousal at all.
She sighed and laid her head on the cold, wet tile of the wall. What in the devil's balls is wrong with me?
A question she'd asked herself over and over again as she laid all hungry and aroused, tossing uncomfortably in his bed, over and over again. God, it was so unlike her to be sexually addicted to a man.
It's like every time he touches her, it gets worse. Does it get worse than this?
Ismena highly doubts that. She'd missed him so damn much when he went for his business trip, she'd hungered for him in the darkness of the night but it was never this bad. It's as if his presence is a fuel to the fires of her addiction.
Maybe, this is one of those days self-pleasuring comes to her rescue. He was still in his meeting anyway, so a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Cheek rested on the mahogany tiles with water cascading down her back, Ismena closed her eyes and allowed her fingers found her nub. She widened her legs a bit for better access.
As she caressed herself, her mind filled with the image of Wolfaraine. She imagined it was him rubbing her clit, running his strong hands all over her breasts. She moaned aloud as pleasure filled her.
Oh, God, she is aching.
She pressed the hill of her hand to her clit, imagining it was his. Then, she added more pressure which caused sharp pleasure to whip through her body and she cried out.
"By the Moon Goddess," came the growl from a deep familiar voice.
Ismena's eyes whipped open, withdrew her hand so fast and the other hand on her breast paused too. Embarrassment flooded her system as she stared at Wolfaraine standing with his arms crossed by the door.
He was stark naked in his glorious form, she couldn't help running her eyes greedily over his skin. She'd turned off the lights in the bathroom when she entered, but she was still able to see him clearly because of the lights coming in through the bathroom windows.
Layers of muscles coated almost every part of him, from the six-eight-packs, to his muscular arms like tree trunks and down to his strong thighs. The beautiful, soft hairs on his chest made her finger itch to run through them. And his dick.
It stood hard, proud and fully-erect before her, just like its owner who was watching her with an unreadable but intense look on his face. Her mouth watered as she started pointedly at his cock. She has never seen a more handsome man in her life.
"H-How long have you been standing there?" She whispered at last, finally bringing herself to ask.
"A while." His eyes were on her round breasts with pointed nipples which seemed to get more puckered with his eyes on them, "Long enough." He added, his voice low and deep.
"Oh..." She couldn't stop herself from ducking her head in desire and embarrassment. He'd seen her...he'd watched everything.
The ache of lust inside her magnified and she bit her lips at her body's surprising reaction.
Silence descended among them. Far away, a wolf howled.
He began walking towards her, his eyes staring intensely on her lowered face. He stepped into the shower, reached out and turned off the shower.
He stepped behind her back and whispered to her ear, "When you touched yourself, what were you thinking about?"
"You," A shiver ran through down her body, "I was thinking about you. You inside me... You touching me..." She admitted in a whisper.
A growl emitted from his throat. The male and the wolf loved that. "Do you touch yourself often? Do you think of me all those time you do it?"
Her breath caught in sheer embarrassment, "Wolfaraine..." She protested.
"Tell me, Ena." Softly spoken, but held a thread of command.
"Yes," she admitted, "I d-did it more than usual and I thought of you all those time. I don't know what's wrong with me, Wolfe."
Wolfaraine can think of a few things that's wrong with her. There's the possibility that having sex with her mate has awakened her body to be able to meet her mate's needs, especially when the mate is a male like him. Or it's the mating heat which is fueling her body's hunger.
If it's the mating heat, it will only get worse until the mating ritual has been performed. If it's not those two, it can just be a natural way her body reacts because she was starting to get addicted to his cock.
It could be one of those reasons. Or two. Or all of them.
Doesn't matter, his own hunger for her was just as high, especially since he walked into his bathroom and caught her touching herself. Her face is the image of pure pleasure. He was barely hanging on a thread.
He ran his fingers all over her shoulders, deliberately avoiding her breasts where her hand have been. He grabbed a hold of her wet hair from her nape and moved it to her front to rest on the right part of her body, baring her left neck completely.
She angled her neck to give him better access, closing her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"I want to watch you," he said in a voice so low, it was mumbled vibration.
"Watch me?" She whispered.
"I want to watch you touch yourself." He placed a kiss on her neck.
"Wolfaraine...!" She gasped, shocked and embarrassing.
He turned her to face him then and stepped back. He nodded and crossed his arm over his wide chest, "It was sexy as hell, seeing you moan while pleasuring yourself and thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now."
"But, I can't-"
"You can." He drawled seductively, "Touch yourself for me, Ismena."
Like she'd received a compulsive command from the supernatural God of Sex himself, Ismena found herself automatically giving in to him. She was so aroused, she knows it wouldn't take much from him and she'll come.
Her face was all shades of blush as her trembling hand moved on its own accord to her belly where it rested for a moment. Then, it began moving down...down...down... Her eyes closed.
"No. I want you to look at me."
Her eyes snapped open and settled on his hard, chiseled, handsome-like-the-devil-but-never-smiling face. Although it remained unreadable, but the intense look in his blue eyes screamed banked-up desire.
When her fingers found her wet, swollen clit, she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips.
Just as he wanted, her eyes held his all the time she touched herself, her fingers pressing and moving on the nub as she rubbed herself in the leisurely pace she created. The fact that he was watching her do this felt so forbidden and erotic at the same time, it only fueled her pleasure.
As the sensations got worse, her eyes began to dim and her pace increased. Oh God, but she was burning hotter than thermite now, she needed relief!
Soft mewls like a kitten's escaped her throat over and over again, as her body became more absorbed with what she was doing. Her thighs trembled.
Those sounds she made were arousing as hell. Wolfaraine was so wired, he could no longer watch without doing anything. So, he moved.
Her eyes were so dim she didn't see him move behind her. She gasped when he placed a hand on top of hers stilling it's movement-only to resume again but this time, with his hand on top of hers, controlling hers, guiding hers.
"Let me teach you how to pleasure yourself properly," he groaned into her ear.
"Oh God...," She cried out as pleasure filled her system.
Ismena thought she must be walking on the clouds. Knees weak, she leaned back and rested on him. She moaned as his erection pressed above her ass, her other hand rose and curled around his neck.
With his other hand, he reached behind him and turned on the shower, but kept the level on 'low', so that water will fall on them not rain on them.
"This is how you do it," His voice vibrated, sending shivers down her spine.
He began by changing the rhythm of her hand. With his fingers guiding hers, he massaged her hard, swollen nub, adding more pressure-not enough to make her cum, but enough to send another wave of vibration through her body.
Then, he guided her fingers to the outer lips of her pussy, and then the inner part of it. Pressing and massaging them until her cries intensified. Her liquid coated his fingers, dripping down with the water.
"Wolfe," she panted, squeezing her eyes and biting her lips hard. "I'm g-going to... I'm g-going to..."
She cut off with a whimper as he bent down and scrapped his teeth to the sensitive part of her neck. His other hand found her breast and gripped it hard.
He guided her hand further down and circled her opening rhythmically.
She felt the familiar tingling sensation all over her skin. Her legs began to shake. Then, he buried two of her own fingers inside her tight little body.
Ismena cried out feverishly, trying her best to shave off her orgasm so that this moment with him will last longer, but the sensations were persistent coming for her like a tidal wave.
He controlled the movements of her fingers inside her, stroking in and out of her, hard and fast until her breathing which was already erratic, went off the charts, showing how close she was.
Then, he added a third of her finger inside her and at the same time, he applied pressure to the palm of her hand which was resting on her clit, and also, he tugged hard on her nipple.
Her legs buckled and she exploded.
There was no other word to describe the way she shattered in his arms with a scream so loud he was sure that the changeling guards at the gates heard without any attempt at eavesdropping, but he did not care.
The shudders that raked her body were so massive, they shook his.
He held her weight, keeping her upright as he kept fucking her hard and fast with her own fingers, controlling the rhythm so she wouldn't be able to stop or withdraw them.
He played with her nipple, tugging and pinching them, he applied enough pressure to keep the sensations above pleasure and almost feathering the lines of pain. It prolonged her release as he knew it would.
"Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe," she sobbed as she rode the heights of the unrelenting tides of molten lava sensations until slowly, it started bringing her back to earth again.
Wolfe. Wolfaraine smiled tightly amidst his hunger.
She is the only person that calls him that, and hearing it from her lips now sounds way more sexy than usual.
When she finally stilled, her eyes closed and her body liquefied, he turned off the shower and whispered to her ear, "That, Ismena, is how you touch yourself, and how a man touches you."
Then, he lifted her into his arms. Her breathing was labored, but so was his. His hands practically shook with how much he wanted to be inside her as he carried her out of the bathroom.
Wolfe.
Before the end of the night, he would make sure she would sing a litany with that name over and over again, in his bed.
"Ismena?"
"Mmh?"
"You should have slept when I gave you the chance." He emphasized as he closed the bathroom door and carried her into his bedroom.