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Authors: Rhea Regale

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intense rebel wolf. He rolled her peaked nipple between his thumb

and forefinger.

Aya retracted her claws, surrendering herself to Riley with a

moan.

“You’re so big,” she murmured. His entire body encompassed her,

folding her within a cocoon of scalding male muscle and flesh.

His head dipped lower, inhaling her skin above her breasts. His

hand squeezed the fleshy mound, drawing a whimper from her. Hot

moisture seeped from her core folds. Her clit pulsed once, twice, until

the pulse turned into a throbbing itch that needed to be eased. She

arched her hips against Riley while he rolled her pearled nipple

between his fingers. He tugged. She moaned, her head dropping back

against the redwood.

“My mate would never be so fragile.” He groaned just before his

mouth clamped over her bare breast. He suckled hard, drawing her

aching flesh into the feverish cavern of his mouth. Her body

thrummed with electricity. Each stroke of his tongue plucked chords

of pleasure that reverberated straight down to her pussy. Her legs

weakened, and she clung to Riley’s shoulders for support.

His fingers dug into the mound of her ass in a possessive squeeze.

For the first time, she detected the spirit of his wolf prowling the

edges of his being. Its snarl connected with her wolf, a quiet claim of

territory.

“I’m not gentle in bed.”
His teeth scraped her nipple before

tightening on her sensitive skin and tugging back. A spear of sharp

pain rode a shock wave through her until it settled, melting into a

fierce need for more.

“Good. I’m not looking for a pansy between the sheets.”

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Need blindsided him as her words echoed in his head.

Riley licked her sweet skin, drinking in her taste and scent,

allowing himself to swim in a sea of drunken delight. Decades had

passed since he last granted himself the freedom to feel this degree of

pleasure. Never once had it hit him so raw. Aya drove him crazy,

setting his wolf on prowl to claim his rightful mate.

Whatever their history might be, one thing pulsed like a beacon in

a stormy mist. This woman, this white wolf, belonged to him.

Lenox might have claimed the woman first, but Riley wasn’t

about to let his bastard enemy leave the lasting impression upon his

little white.

He lifted his head from the beckoning swell of her breast and

raked a slow gaze along her creamy flesh up to her face. Her beauty

pierced his barriers, softening him to her. His focused goal to kill her

funneled deep into a black void somewhere inside his mind, and he

didn’t care to have it resurface.

Ayasha White shredded every prior idea he held tightly, sending

him tumbling through a tunnel of curiosity, intrigue, and torment.

But, he still didn’t believe Lenox’s claim that Charles had slain

his father after her parents were mutilated by him. So many of his

pack mates vowed otherwise.

Riley dropped his hand from her breast, drawing small circles

down her flat belly. They brushed the crisp hairs over her mons. Her

shameless abandon in his presence made his cock ache. Hot need

engorged him. Her smooth cheeks, enhanced by the shadows of night,

turned a light shade of rose. Her lips parted on a breath, glistening

with moisture as the silvery moonlight caressed them.

She was a siren, a man’s worst nightmare if sex wasn’t in the

cards.

He slid his fingers between her legs, separating the wet folds of

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her pussy. Her arousal intensified, her delightful musk anchoring

within his wolf. A shudder racked her petite frame.

He tried to smile, tried to snicker at his easy victory, but his throat

swelled with a searing hunger. His mouth watered to taste her again.

His jaw tightened in anticipation of drinking her nectar. Pre-cum

seeped from the tip of his penis. His balls grew heavy and hot.

His fingers slid easily through her sopping slit. He stroked her clit

until her body quivered, soft whimpers expelling with each exhale.

Her passion-infused hum worked quickly to unravel him, peeling

away one brooding layer after another. She sat on his hand, gyrating

her hips in sync with his strokes. He slipped his fingers back and

circled the entrance to her vagina.

“You want me inside you. Hell, you’re so wet,” Riley growled

quietly. He pressed one finger deep inside her. A woman’s snug

sheath would do little to distract him, but Aya’s snugness caused him

to pause. He could’ve sworn he smelled Lenox on her…

“Damn, woman. Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

Aya picked her head off the tree trunk and pulled back her heavy

eyelids. Lust darkened her blue eyes. The proof of her undeniable

arousal staring back at him made his stomach knot and his cock

twitch.

“I wouldn’t let you be my first if I was,” she teased. The tip of her

pink tongue traced her top lip with seductive slowness. Riley let out a

short chuckle on a breath. He released her hand from his shoulder,

lowered it, and clamped her fingers around his cock. Her eyes

widened slightly, her heady scent smacking him with a new rush of

hunger.

“Like that, little wolf?” Riley grated. Aya tightened her hold on

him and ran her fist to the hilt of his penis.

“Your fingers were inside me. What do you think?”

“I don’t think. I know.” Riley thrust his length between her legs,

implementing his promise by teasing her swollen clit. His finger

pressed deep inside her silken canal. “I know my dick will be inside

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you, virgin or not. And it’s not a small package.”

“Neither was Lenox’s.”

Riley scowled at the confirmation of his earlier assumption. He’d

make her forget Lenox. He’d show her just who the alpha of their

little threesome was.

Her hand pumped him with each rock of his hips, the moisture

from her wet pussy allowing her to glide smoothly up and down his

cock. Her fingers tightened around him, and the added pressure sent a

new shot of pleasure, one that made the muscles in his thighs weaken

and his thoughts falter, into his core.

Unable to stand looking at her lush mouth without it driving him

mad, he bent his head and stole his first taste of her lips. Her smooth

rhythm over his cock halted the moment he swept his tongue through

her mouth, caressing her own and retracting. Her breath hitched, and

he detected the slightest shudder course down her tiny little body. The

hot, wet sheath of her vagina squeezed around his probing finger. He

withdrew and replaced one appendage with two.

He kissed her again, taunting her senses with the sensual swirl of

his tongue. He tasted her, from the lingering hint of beer and steak to

the more delectable flavor of desire. The bitter anger and disgust she

harbored when she spoke fled her entirely, leaving a bounty of heady

delight in his barely leashed presence.

He pressed deep inside her, a gentle wave of cream sliding along

his fingers. He palmed her pussy as he explored the inner canal of her

woman’s heat, just as his tongue explored the inner wonders of her

mouth. No woman should taste this sinful. No woman should feel this

hot and tight. No woman’s moans of pleasure should bring his hairs to

stand on end in satisfaction as prominently as hers did. He knew how

to fuck a woman, but her reaction, all with her tinge of innocence and

complete abandon, elicited something more primal within him.

Claim her. Make her yours.

That inner voice cooed to his wolf as his cock stretched to painful

proportions. He groaned against her mouth, stoking his hunger until

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he drove his tongue deep. He drank from her, unable to stave off that

hunger, unable to hold back the carnal desire to take her gently.

Riley hooked his arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up,

sliding his fingers from her cunt. He lifted his wet appendages

between them, her dewy juices glistening in the moonlight.

Aya’s breath hitched as he broke their kiss. He ran his fingers

beneath his nose, a slow grin coming to his mouth. Damn, her dew

smelled
delicious
. He flicked out his tongue and curled it around one

appendage, relishing in the delightful taste of her arousal. A guttural

moan rumbled up from his chest.

“Like vintage wine…” Riley went down on one knee, slinging her

leg over his shoulder. He spread her moist, intimate lips with his

thumbs and looked up at her. She watched him eagerly, her eyes

glazed with passion he’d never before seen in a woman. He should

take from her what he wanted and discard her, but every pull of his

spirit made him want to give her pleasure. He wanted to relish in her

screams of climax, knowing he delivered her satisfaction.

Aya’s fingers combed into his hair. She pressed her hips forward

enough for him to see just how wet she was. The delicate folds of her

pussy were swollen and shimmering with fresh dew. Riley leaned

forward and licked the insides of her thighs. She shuddered and

moaned. Her knee trembled. He scraped his teeth over her outermost

lip, releasing a stream of breath across her clit.

“What do you want, Ayasha?” He lifted his gaze to her face and a

dark grin took his mouth. She watched him with starved eagerness.

Her chest rose and fell with her sharp gasps. Rose painted her creamy

flesh a lovely shade, heating her skin as blood rushed through her.

The startling blue of her eyes became extinguished by her wide

pupils. She tugged his head. He growled. “You won’t get anything

from me unless I hear it from your mouth.”

“You know what I want,” Aya breathed.

“You want me to walk away and leave you aching?” Riley drew

his finger in wide circles around her heat, never touching her sensitive

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flesh. She shifted her hips, trying to connect with the airy friction.

Pressure throbbed within his chest, his cock, and his spirit. He was

left with little time to ponder who was being tortured more. He

wanted to sink his tongue into her slick heat, and that need made his

mouth water. “Aya,
say it
.”

“I want your mouth on me.”

Riley slid his hand up to her breasts. He clamped his fingers down

around her soft flesh. Aya whimpered. She grabbed hold of the rough

protrusions from the tree trunk above her head. Her short nails

extended slightly and hooked into the bark.

Seeing her splayed out like a sacrifice to him made his penis

twitch and seep in unforgiving waves. He wanted to sink his erection

into her and feel her hot wetness squeeze him. Thoughts tunneled.

The aching pressure consumed him. Never had he been tested like

this. If he didn’t get her beneath him soon, he’d fail under her raw

passion.

“I want to hear you.” Riley pulled at her nipples. “Aloud.”

“Mouth,” she gasped, head lolling against the tree. “I want your

mouth on me.”

“On your what?”

“My…my…” The adorable mewl that filtered from her lips

brought a surge of molten heat down his legs. The rapid vibration of

her heart brought his own pace to quicken. Moisture beaded along the

crown of his dick, the night’s cool breath feeding the dire hunger

pounding against the walls of his erection.

“Your
what
, Aya?” He tipped his head between her legs, his

mouth hovering centimeters from her heavenly juices. Her scent filled

his senses, and he could practically taste her sweetness roll over his

tongue.

Fuck him, he’d never wanted something as much as he wanted

this damned white!

“Mouth on my pussy,” she whispered.

“Ahh.” Riley spread her folds and covered her hot core with his

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mouth. He thrust his tongue into her vagina, licking at the satiny

muscles. Her nectar covered his tongue and made his body quiver in

delight. She was a delicacy, and he drank from her with greed while

he palmed her breasts roughly. Her shameless surrender stroked his

ego and stirred the possessive nature of his spirit, his wolf, to the

surface.

Her muscles tightened, tension stiffened her leg draped over his

shoulder. Her inner sheath contracted with each deep probe of his

tongue. He drew his tongue through her slit, lazily lapping at her

pulsing clit as she pressed into his mouth.

Aya’s breaths became rapid-fire gasps, and her small, short cries

brought him to pause.

“Riley, don’t
stop
,” Aya begged.

“Oh, doll. I won’t stop.”

Riley pulled her away from the tree and dropped them both to the

forest ground on a bed of soft moss and thick fern. He spread open her

legs and growled at the erotic sight of her pussy, glistening with

moisture, smelling of heavenly musk. He lifted her hips and pulled

her closer to him, running his engorgement along her slick folds. Each

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