chapter 24. ALL NIGHT: WITH YOU, IN YOU, AROUND YOU.

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is bedroom was illuminated by the light penetrating from the window. Far away, a bird was singing, a wolf was howling and crickets were chirping.

A naked Wolfaraine dropped a naked Ismena on the bed, coming down with her. They were both dripping wet but he did not care about that.

His mouth founds hers, kissing her deeply. Urgent and primal, just as his need for her was. He drove his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking on hers for very long seconds.

Then, he broke the kiss and looked into her dazed eyes, "I wanted to start this night by going down on you. But then, I found you that way in the bathroom and I went crazy."

She moaned, her cheeks ruby.

"Now, I just want to fuck you. I just want to fuck you all night." Then, he stroked deep into her tight seethe.

Ismena gasped into his mouth her eyes closed, and allowed the burning sensations of his penetration to wash over her. Her fingers caressed his wild shoulders as he jerked out of her in urgency and stroked deep into her again.

His hands went to her breast and squeezed hard. He held the globes captive as he took a few plunges inside her, his fingers caressing her nipples.

She sighed softly, her hips moving slightly to meet his thrusts. He wasn't giving her all of his length, but she still felt unbearably full with him inside her.

Her eyes caught on the attractive mass of hair on his chest, wet and plastered to him. She couldn't stop herself from raising her head and placing a kiss on it.

His body tightened in need. He rose above her, taking hold of her hands, he placed them into one of his and began moving at a leisurely pace Ismena knows wouldn't last, if the veins on his forehead were any indication of the control he was exerting.

Mentally, she prepared herself for what was to come next. Her body was still singing from her release in the bathroom and every stroke he took made her tingle.

He was so big he stretched her to her limits with every downward movement he makes. She sighed and brush a feather-light kiss on his neck.

He growled and picked up the pace. He gathered both of her hands into one of his and pushed it high above her head. The sheet ruffled with his movements, his face banked with desire.

"Wrap your legs around me and brace yourself." He warned.

Quickly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes.

He shifted his hips to change the angle of his length inside her. He came down on her then, blanketed her small form with his body, and began plunging into her body at full force.

"Oh my God," She cried as sensations she couldn't explain busted inside her. Burning, intense, pleasurable. consuming.

Her body shook with the force of his thrusts. Wolfaraine tasted heaven with every thrust he took inside her wet, tight seethe. He reveled in every sound that came out of those pretty, sexy lips.

Pleasure filled him as he plunged in and out, in and out, in and out. The scent of sex has risen in the air, thick and surrounding them. The slap of skin against skin filled the air with every thrust he took. She feels so good wrapped around him.

Yet, he wanted more. So, he took more.

Tightening the hold on his hand which held hers captive, he increased the pace all the more, pounding into her body.

She screamed with every thrust. Sharp screams that cut off and resume with every stroke he took. She tried to hold them in but she couldn't, they tore from her throat. Her eyes watered and her body began to shake.

He would batter his way into her womb, into her soul. She can already feel him in her womb, it's only a matter of time before he dominates her soul.

The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and Ismena could not make out what she was feeling anymore. It was too intense to be called pleasure and too sensational to be called pain. It was both. And they consumed her.

"Oh yeah," He groaned, followed by a series of low moans.

He was in the clouds. So, lost in her, he fucked her without the restraint of his body. He had to grit his teeth hard to hold on to the control he has over his other halves. He cannot afford to lose focus or the mountain lion will take advantage of that mistake.

So, with that determination firmly in place, he held his mind under iron control while his dick plunged her depths-while his head swarm with pleasure.

She came.

It was unexpected and without warning for Ismena. The feeling just tore through her pleasure in a volcanic force that had her writhing and sobbing like a child experiencing intense pain. Only, it was a pleasure so extreme it almost bothered on pain.

She pushed and scratched him, which added to his own pleasure as he kept plunging in and out of her.

Damn, the wolf in him loves being scratched by her too well, her orgasm was going to trigger his at this point. The way she came undone in his arms and her pulsating pussy which was squeezing him so tight that he saw stars. He fought the tingling sensations coming from his spine, fought the prickling needles of passion spreading over his balls.

He fought them but it was like trying to stop a tsunami. The only way he can succeed was to slow the rhythm of his movements. But he was enjoying her so much, that he could not bring himself to do so.

So, he gathered her writhing form closer into his arms, lowered his upper body on hers to cover her completely, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pounded away. In and out, in and out, inout, inout, inout inout inout-

"Fuck!" He pulled out and shot away from her so fast, that he added more pressure than he should on his injured leg which shot waves of pain all over his body but he barely noticed it as he came.

It was just as intense as Ismena's, tearing through his body and spreading all over him as he held the rail of his wardrobe at the other side of the room and stroked himself with his hands while his release spurted out in hard shoots.

With every spurt of sperm he released, he groaned at the pleasure that washed over him.

On the bed, Ismena watched him through half-lidded eyes, her brain feeling so drugged out by everything he'd done to her body. She felt empty when he pulled out of her and his sheltering body suddenly left hers. But at the same time, she felt relief. He'd almost killed her.

As she watched him stroke himself through his own climax, she came to the conclusion that this beautiful man here will be the death of her. Not her heart. Him.

She laid the way he left her; her feet resting on the mattress, the heels digging into it which left her knees raised and wide apart from each other. She was so dizzy, that she hoped to hell and prayed that he was done with her.

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."

Those words made her feel safe from everything in the world, except him.

He moved in and out of her in rhythmical strokes, placing a kiss on her neck. A passing look at the window facing him confirmed the time to be the very early hours of the morning.

She'd given him so much tonight, and he had taken much more than she'd given him. He was inside her for hours, all night. And yet, he couldn't get enough of her. No matter how hard he tried-and he'd tried a lot tonight-he cannot get enough of her.

He gathered her tightly into his arms and proceeded to make the most of this last time with her-in her-tonight, before he gives in to exhaustion and allow her to sleep.

Even after everything he'd taken from her, he still wanted much more. So much more than her human body will ever be capable of giving. It's a different kind of addiction, he has for her. He would say that she has bewitched him if he did not know better. But he does.

This woman is his most compatible mate in the world. If there was ever any doubt before it would have faded away like the wind tonight. She is his soulmate.

He felt the familiar tingle begin in his spine, but he slowed down because he wanted to take her with him. He loves watching her come apart in his arms.

"I want to make you come one last time before I do." He growled into her ear.

Ismena groaned tiredly, "What...? No, no. Please, Wolfe, I've had my full of it."

She never thought that in life, a woman can ever have her full of orgasms, but she has. Tonight, she truly has.

She does not think she can survive another intense orgasm induced by him.

"At the beginning of this night, you were craving for release so hard, you started pleasuring yourself in the bathroom. Now, I just wanna give you that release..."

"No," Ismena was shaking her head, her eyes pleading with him. "No, you've given me more than enough. Please, Wolfe, I've had my fill. I don't want more... I can't take more...!"

"One last time, baby." He placed another gentle kiss on her sweaty cheek, "One last time for me and I'll let you sleep."

"Please, Wolfe, please...!" Her voice cracked, hoarse, and weak from all the screams.

He rose over her then, taking her lips into a deep, consuming kiss. Ismena moaned miserably, knowing that he was not going to listen to her.

He knows everything about her body now. He knows where to touch for her to go crazy, he knows how to prolong her pleasure, he knows how to start a fire in her and he knows several ways to quench it.

Keeping his thrusts at the same pace, Wolfaraine reached in between their body and began playing with her clit.

Her body was utterly exhausted, she did not respond immediately but it was okay. He kept touching her nub, lightly playing with it in rhythm with his not-so-gentle-but-not-so-fast-either thrusts.

He kept stroking her, caressing her nub and tasting every angle of her lips for a little while, before he broke the kiss. Then, he kissed her jaw and trailed the kiss down to her neck, to the right side and then...

"Heavenly Jesus," she moaned in trepidation when she realized what he was doing. "Please wait-"

He swiped his tongue over the sensitive skin of her left neck.

She cried out as her body jerked awake, coming to life like a dying person in the hospital who was forcefully awoken with a defibrillator.

"That's my girl," He praised, at her body's response to him.

He licked that spot again, once. Twice. Thrice.

She began shaking in his arms. Soft mewls pouring out of her mouth like a kitten that's being petted. He didn't increase his thrust but the pressure in the hand working her clit increased.

He scraped his teeth on that spot and then, he bit. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark there for a few days.

She came violently with a high-pitched scream that tore through the walls of his chambers, her body thrashed under him as she went through the clouds again for the uncountable times.

That was when he gave in to his own, and as usual, he moved away from her. As he came, he engaged in a war with his strong-headed cougar until he was able to suppress the supreme urge to shift.

He was truly exhausted now. He returned back to bed to see Ismena panting and trembling as the last of the tremors left her body.

He watched as her eyes slipped close and she lost consciousness.

This isn't the first time he'd taken a female until she fainted, but this is the first time it actually mattered to him.

He leaned in and survey her with his hands. His wolf who was stretched out inside him and humming in satisfaction reached out to its mate too.

Then, the wolf growled pleasantly, confirming with him that their woman will be fine.

For a little while, he stood there just watching her sleep. She was beautiful. Utterly, indescribably beautiful.

In the next few minutes, he cleaned up and put on his nightclothes. He covered her up nicely with a duvet, before leaving the bed for her.

Then, he just stood beside the bed and watched her sleeping form.

A month ago, if anyone had told him that He would find solace in the arms of a human, that he would enjoy sex from a human's body, and he would also enjoy the human too not just the sex, he would have pounced on that person in rage and tore him limb by limb.

For a male like himself; it does not get any more ridiculous than those words. But yet, here he was.

In the beginning, he'd thought the heavens and the moon goddess must have been playing a cruel, sick joke on him when they made her out to be his mate. Her a small drunk human he'd met at the human bar.

But, he had been wrong. Whoever dwells up there for his kind seems to know what he or she was doing, he finally admitted.

His eyes rested on her form again. Who would have thought that arms so small had so much to give?

For once in ages, he wondered what it'll feel like to sleep in the same bed with another person. With her. He has never slept in bed with anyone since he was a child-not since Nalaila was six and afraid to sleep in her room because of the storm.

He never slept in the same bed with the females he'd taken sexually because he does not want to share that kind of intimacy with any of them. He never had the urge to do so. Until now.

He turned then and headed to the door.

But then again, he cannot give in because of the fact that for a while now, he's been waking up in his mountain lion form.

At the door, he spared her one last glance before he walked out of it, and soundlessly closed the door.

Who would have thought that arms so small had so much to give?

The question repeated itself in his mind.

It did not get past his notice that, with every step he took, he did not feel any pain in his left leg anymore. Not even a twitch. Nothing.