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“You’ll be much closer before the night is over.”

She stroked the perspiring side of her beer bottle, never once

taking her eyes off Lenox’s inviting body. Her fingers itched to touch

him, familiarize herself with every cut and curve of his figure. Her

wolf panted against her ears, burning to get closer to her mate.
My

mate. This incredible man is
my
mate.

“You say there’re two mates. Who’s the other one?” Aya asked.

Lenox tucked his hands behind his head and kicked one foot up on the

edge of the coffee table. He stretched out, arching his hips enough to

define his restrained cock.

“Come here, little one.” His nostrils flared, and he licked his

bottom lip. “I can smell your juices. I know you’re aching.”

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That bulge in his jeans grew and she salivated.
Damn, how much

more primal can you get?

“Tell me about the other man.”

Aya joined her bottle beside his and edged closer to him. She

listened to that wicked voice urging her to climb over his legs, and

she braced herself against his shoulders until she settled over his lap.

The corners of his mouth curled, stirring her heartstrings and plucking

the cords that wound tightly in her womb.

“Your other mate is Riley Tormel.” Lenox’s gaze prowled over

her like a famished creature. Aya slid closer to that wondrous bulge.

What did his flesh feel like? How would it feel to be filled by this

man?

A low growl resonated within his chest. Her heart stammered. Her

nipples peaked and became prominent against his shirt. If she moved

a little further up, she could fit herself against that mound of caged

cock…

“Darlin’, I know your uncle taught you the ways of the wolf.

Surely he mentioned the severe consequences of teasing one who’s

been waiting for his mate to come along.”

His hands dropped, grasping her waist. She gasped when he fit his

dick at the apex of her thighs. Wetness coated the inside of her pants.

Her clit pulsated from the brief friction. Shimmers of electricity

sparked along her nerves, and she wanted
more
.

“The need to claim can drive a wolf insane.” He leaned up and

dipped his head to her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled

deeply. Tingles cascaded along her throat and spread down to her

nipples. “You smell so sweet.”

“The soap,” she muttered mindlessly. His tongue flicked out and

traced her racing pulse along her jugular. A soft purr escaped her lips.

Her hips undulated over his clothed cock. Was she really so lost?
Oh,

God,
yes.

“No soap can match your delicate scent.” His lips brushed her

jaw. He created a pathway of small kisses that ignited every single

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nerve ending to life. Vibrations flowed like water through her body,

strung together along an intricate web that all derived from one

tormented place.

Lenox’s mouth lifted and slanted over hers. He took to her like a

man desperate for salvation, and she thrived on it. His tongue

plundered her mouth, full and complete. She plunged her hands into

his thick locks, the soft strands sifting between her fingers. She

pressed her swollen breasts against the concrete platform of his chest

and moaned. Her nipples scraped and rubbed against the shirt,

eliciting molten pleasure that brewed in her belly and made her

cream.

The waistband of her jogging pants loosened. Lenox’s strong

hands slid beneath them. His fingers curled around her ass and

squeezed. He thrust his hips against hers.

“So soft.”

His voice was gravelly with lust. The carnal heat behind his words

unraveled her. Rational thoughts fled as she splayed her hands down

the firm planes of his back and yanked his shirt up. She ripped the

bothersome cloth over his head and hadn’t even tossed it aside before

his mouth clamped down on her breast through her shirt. She hissed,

arching into his mouth. He sucked hard, tugging her pearled nipple

between his teeth. Her head dropped back as his hands slid over her

ass, shoving the pants down to her thighs.

She whimpered when his mouth left her. His fingers clasped over

her thighs and eased them apart. Aya braced her hands on his knees

and fought to lift the heavy weight of her head to look at him.

Lenox leaned back into the sofa, his hungry gaze ravishing her

pussy. The coils in her gut tightened. The throbbing pressure in her

clit sliced through each breath, leaving her panting for release.

She lifted her rear off his legs, offering herself to him. A dark grin

tugged the corner of Lenox’s mouth. His hands glided up to her hips.

He dipped his thumbs into her wetness, spreading her slick lips.

“Irresistible,” he rasped. Aya whimpered, trying to sit on his

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teasing fingers. The pressure mounted in her pussy. Her body

thrummed, needing Lenox to fill her. None of it made sense, and yet,

she knew her dire passion evolved from something
right
. Her wolf

crooned, silken fur caressing her spirit. Every nerve in her body was

lit to where she felt the swirl of air over her skin. The slightest twitch

of muscle beneath her plucked another needy string.

“Lenox, I want you,” she breathed. The words tumbled from her,

and again, a sense of righteousness encompassed her.

Vibration hit the inside of her knee, followed by a shriek. It sliced

through the near-palpable musk that held them in its grip. Lenox

rolled his eyes. His head dropped back against the sofa.

“Fuck.” His thumbs coasted down her inner thighs, leaving a trail

of cool moisture along her flesh. He pulled one hand away, dug into

his pocket, and removed his cell, connecting the call. “Mase, this

better be important.”

Aya blinked. The hunger vanished from Lenox’s expression. A

sheet of ice fell over his eyes, and he straightened up. His fingers dug

into her leg, his lips tightened, and at last, he met her curious gaze.

“Yeah. Be down in ten.”

Lenox disconnected the call. He patted her leg and tugged the

jogging pants back in place. She swallowed back her frustration,

squeezing the muscles of her pussy until the uncontrollable throb

began to subside. Lenox cupped her head with both hands and

brought her mouth to his for a deep drink.

Every mounting desire fizzled when he lifted her off his lap and

placed her on her feet beside him. “We’ll finish where we left off. For

now, we need to get you some new clothes before the shops in town

close up.” A menacing smile met his lips. He slid his fingers between

hers. The motion of affection touched her heart deeper than she ever

expected. “And it seems you’ll be meeting your other mate.”

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Chapter Five

Riley simmered in anger and disgust. Lenox was as sharp as he

remembered from pup hood. Perhaps even more so. Seldom could any

wolf sense him and his pack when they approached. He was the leader

of stealth, and somehow, Lenox knew just where he lay in wait.

“Fucking bastard,” he spat before throwing back the last of his

beer and slamming the bottle on the bar top. The bartender eyed him

curiously, but wisely kept his tongue in check.

Riley shoved back on the stool. He needed to get out of this

stagnant room. It reeked of stale beer, old liquor, and dirty wolves.

Weak, useless wolves. He stormed out of the bar into the early

evening. Suppressing the growl that stirred in his chest, he smiled to

the sky.

Nocturnal insects had already begun to creep out of their daytime

burrows, enhancing the subtle breeze with song and announcing the

impending darkness of deep night. Riley reveled in the short hours

before complete nightfall. His wolf roused and stretched within him,

filling him with feral excitement. His heart sped up. His skin became

so sensitive he could feel the slightest movement of the bugs flying

nearby. His hearing intensified, and his desire to hunt exploded.

There was nothing better than a wild escapade for fresh meat.

Tonight, confronting his pup hood nemesis and slaughtering that

cursed white wolf was on the agenda.

As Riley rounded the bar toward his Escalade, he caught the

rustic, wild scent of Lenox. Bitter memories flared to life. Yet, even

through that poignant bitterness, he detected another fragrance. The

sweeter, mouthwatering tinge of the white.

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He stilled on the sidewalk, absorbing his surroundings. The

drifting breeze met his front, which meant the two must be up ahead.

He filtered through pointless chatter among the town strollers, trying

his damnedest to pinpoint where that soon-to-be dead man stood.

People gave him wide berth as they passed him.
Good
. These fragile

little humans should be wary. He was a blood-hungry predator, and

right now, he was primed to stalk his prey.

He tipped his head, scanning the thin crowd of townspeople. The

sweet scent of the white intensified. The air pressed against his

shoulders and chest. Blood rushed downward until his cock filled,

biting into the metal zipper of his jeans. The muscles in his legs

quivered beneath the overwhelming sexual hunger that speared

through him.

Find her. Take her. Claim her.

Riley’s gaze halted. A woman stood on the front stoop of a store

entrance no more than thirty feet away. For the briefest moment,

everything disappeared. Fog unfurled through his mind. His vision

failed him. His dick pulsed and stretched. The wolf inside him—

Yours. Take. Mate.

The casual pink sweatpants and hooded top hugged her petite

frame in a hellishly sexy way. Fuck, the woman was a beauty all

cleaned up.

And he
wanted
her.

He stared, scouring her like a rare morsel. Only this meat would

quell a different hunger. White wolf or not, he would fuck her until

she submitted to him.

Once he sated this powerful sexual hunger, he’d kill her.

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He couldn’t draw an image of her

dead. All he could see was her writhing in ecstasy as he pounded into

her. The wispy flips of her dark hair, now so perfectly styled around

her face and neck, would become wild and mussed from his fingers.

The smooth, silky complexion of her skin—all except for the healing

cut on her lip and a few fading bruises on her cheeks—would be rosy

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from multiple orgasms. Those beautiful blue eyes would darken with

lust and silently beg for more.

Damn, his hands itched to trace the delicious curves of her breasts,

follow the indentation of her waist, and flow out along the slope of

her hips. His fingers ached to grab hold of her legs and spread her

wide before her cream drenched them. He wanted to explore the

secret wonders of her cunt, using her juices to ease his invasion of her

body.

He took a long, deep breath and her scent grew sweeter.
An

aroused wolf.
How inviting
. And this one was more intoxicating, more

delightful, than any he’d known before.

The woman blinked before she drew her bottom lip between her

teeth and nibbled on the plump flesh. A light blush touched her

cheeks. She lifted a hand to her hair and curled a lock around her

fingers. Her other hand splayed over her flat belly. Was she throbbing

at the sight of him? Did she ache as much as he did? Her hand slid to

her hip, one slow, tantalizing movement that snapped a thread of his

control.

Her eyes shifted slightly.

Riley spun around. Something pinched his side. Heat shot into his

body and spread like wildfire. He growled, lifted his hand to attack—

His limbs were deadened.

“Hello, old friend. It’s about time you’ve returned,” Lenox

greeted. Riley blinked once, twice. His eyelids grew heavy. His vision

clouded. His knees buckled. Lenox caught him under his arms.

“W-wha…” His tongue and jaw barely moved. His voice fled

him. He tried to grab Lenox’s arms, but his muscles were useless. The

scene around him quickly faded until all that was left was the

bittersweet memories of Lenox’s betrayal and the sweet scent of the

white.

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Eliza stepped away from the shop window, allowing the shadows

cast by the stark illumination of street lamps to swallow her behind

racks of wool blankets and baubles. She kept her eyes on the events

taking place at the block corner. She ran her tongue over her bottom

lip, the restrained sense of empowerment at last spreading through her

body. She had waited too many years for this moment, the moment

she could reclaim a pack of vicious male wolves and hunt down this

new threat to their kind.

I’ll get my revenge on them. I’ll destroy them in your name, Laela.