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At Isabella's
Isabella was slumped on the couch in her small apartment, the dim lights casting long shadows on the cracked walls. In front of her, an old photo album open on her lap, filled with images of her and Ray: embracing under the full moon, laughing during a wild run in the woods, their bodies covered in sweat from a shared transformation. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, blurring the edges of the memories. *Why does it still hurt so much, after all this time?* she thought, her heart torn by the loss of their lycan bond, this primal connection that had united them as alpha and mate. Suddenly, loud knocks sounded on the door, causing the wooden frame to vibrate. Isabella jumped, angrily wiping her red eyes. *Who dares to come at this hour?* She stood up, her legs trembling, and approached the door, opening it with a sharp gesture.
There, in the doorway, stood Ray, imposing and wild, his massive figure framed by the night. His messy hair, his eyes glowing with an animal glow, and his body tense under a tight black t-shirt that highlighted every bulging muscle of his lycan torso. The musky scent of the forest and her skin filled the air, instantly awakening instincts that Isabella had tried to bury. Surprise froze her for a moment, then a wave of pure anger surged through her, her fangs elongating slightly with emotion.
- What are you doing here, Ray? she spat, her voice vibrating with fury, her fists clenched as if to stop herself from scratching him.
Ray didn't answer. He just stared at her, his burning gaze cutting through her defenses like a white-hot blade. Without a word, he crossed the threshold, closing the door with a kick that slammed like thunder. Isabella stepped back, her heart pounding, frustrated by his arrogant silence which was driving her crazy.
-Ray! I'm talking to you! What are you doing here? she screamed louder, her voice cracking at the end, a mixture of rage and pent-up pain. Get out of my apartment right now!
But Ray moved forward, step by step, dangerously close, his body radiating a bestial heat that made his pulse race. Isabella backed away again, hitting the living room wall, trapped like prey. She raised her hands to push him away, already feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her palms, but he was too close. Its intoxicating scent – damp earth, pine and raw desire – overwhelmed her. Without a word, Ray captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his large hands cupping her face to prevent her from escaping. Isabella resisted at first, her fists pounding against his granite-hard chest, a muffled grunt of protest against his mouth.
- No... Let me go... she whispered between two attacks, but her lycan body was already betraying, responding to the primal call of her former alpha.
Ray deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with animal urgency, tasting her as if he wanted to mark her again. Isabella struggled again, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks, but the warmth of his body against hers, the strength of his arms around her, broke her resistance. She finally gave in, her hands moving up to grip his broad shoulders, responding to his kiss with a ravenous hunger she could no longer deny. Their tongues engaged in a passionate duel, loaded with all the regrets and repressed desires of their separation. Ray growled deeply against her lips, a guttural sound that vibrated to the pit of his stomach, awakening his inner wolf. He pressed her harder against the wall, one hand sliding through her hair to pull her head back slightly, exposing her neck, while the other moved down her back to press his hips against his, making her feel the pulsing hardness of his arousal. Isabella gasped, her claws extending slightly to scratch at his shirt.
"Ray... What the fuck are you doing to me..." she moaned when he broke the kiss to nibble on her jaw, his tongue tracing a hot path to the sensitive curve of her neck, where he dug his teeth in just enough to make her shiver without piercing the skin.
"Shut up, Isabella... Just... shut up and smell me," he growled at last, his voice hoarse and breathless, vibrating with the beast within him, as if he were fighting against his own transformation.
He captured her lips again, slower this time, but with an intensity that melted her like wax. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling to pull him closer, their bodies rubbing against each other in an instinctive dance. The world faded; there was nothing left but their mingled breaths, the rising heat of their inner wolves, and this connection that refused to break. Ray slipped a hand under her loose top, brushing the warm bare skin of her stomach, moving up to her heavy breasts. Isabella arched her back, a throaty moan escaping her lips as her fingers found a hardened nipple, pinching it with a precision that made her scream inside.
- Aah... Ray... Fuck, yes... she panted, her eyes half-closed, her body on fire, already feeling the moisture between her thighs.
He smiled against her skin, a carnivorous, lupine smile, and moved his mouth down to suck on the mark he had just left on her neck, making her tremble with painful pleasure.