Authors: Rhea Regale
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Inc., #Siren-BookStrand
All of them.
Lenox Carter was a magnificent species. It would be a tragedy to
kill him off without having a bit of fun with him first. He motioned to
a woman standing a store down from where Eliza took refuge. The
frail-looking mutt hurried over to him, her slender hands pressed to
her mouth.
Eliza stepped out of the shadows and up to the window. She
strained to hear any conversation that transpired, but only heard
whispers between the humans walking by.
“Do you know who you are, you little white tramp? Do you know
how to use telepathy?” she murmured. It never occurred to her that
the white wolf knew what she was. Rumor spread that the white
discovered in Hood River had no idea what secrets her family’s blood
held. She assumed this white would know just as little to keep her
from being discovered.
Maybe, just maybe, she was wrong this one time.
A heavy-duty pickup flew by the store and screeched to a halt
next to Lenox, her downed Riley, and the white. Two men hopped out
of the cab and helped Lenox hoist Riley’s massive form into the
backseat. One man urged the white into the front seat, slamming the
door shut before glancing around warily. Lenox handed this man an
empty syringe before clapping his shoulder and rounding the front of
the truck. He disappeared on the other side. A moment later, the truck
sped off, leaving a mist of smoke in wake of burnt rubber.
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Ah, yes. Everything was coming together nicely. And after this
convenient haul away, she had the clear opportunity to unleash her
men and finish what she and her sisters had set out to do all those
years ago.
Bloodshed would always follow in the path of the white wolf until
the cursed creature was brought down.
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Chapter Six
Nox finished leashing Riley to the bed, tightening the last knot
around his wrist. He wiped his hands on his jeans and straightened up,
casting a short glance toward Aya. The longer his gaze lingered on
her, the more he wanted to return to what they had started before
Mase interrupted. He had no shame in his deep-rooted hunger for the
woman. After all, he had waited a quarter of a century for her.
Aya had kept quiet the entire ride home, tossing a few lingering
glances toward Riley’s unconscious figure in the backseat. Nox
focused on the drive, trying his damnedest to ignore the potent scent
of his woman’s arousal, mixed delightfully with a hint of anxiety and
adrenaline.
His carefully coiled control was about to snap, and when it did,
the strings would whip hard and fast, leaving Aya at his mercy. No
phone calls, no sense of urgency outside of their intimacy, would stop
him this time.
He prided himself in control, but with his mate, he found it
nothing more than a whisper. She was his drug, his weakness, hence
why he went to the extreme to tranquilize Riley and bring him back
with them. She needed to know her other mate where he could control
the situation.
“You think that’ll hold him when he wakes?” Aya asked.
“Probably not,” Lenox admitted smugly.
“You’re willing to chance his outrage?”
“I have no choice, little one. He needs to know what’s going on,
whether he likes it or not.”
“Are you going to tell
me
what’s going on?” Aya asked. Nox
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looked at her and brushed a wave from his forehead. She looked
utterly pleasing nibbling on her bottom lip with her arms crossed over
her chest, showcasing the swells of her breasts.
He cleared his throat and shifted, hoping to ease the pressure in
his hard cock. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to go
before the need to claim her took possession of his spirit. As it was,
his wolf paced at a disturbing rate, yelping his dissatisfaction with
Nox’s stubborn resolve. This was torture of the worst kind.
“Riley and I have history. Some of it will give you warm fuzzies.
Most is fucking cold as mountain snow.” Nox crossed the bedroom
until he had her pressed back against the wall. Her breath caught in
her throat. He listened to the furious tempo of her heart. Resting both
hands against the wall on either side of her shoulders, he dipped his
head and inhaled the sweet scent of rose and wet-with-desire woman.
“He’s been led astray, and it’s my job to pull him back.”
He stole a quick glance into the shadowed encasement of her
hoodie. His mouth watered with want, his jaw tightened with hunger,
and his mind rolled with thoughts of passion. He turned his head,
pressing his mouth to the soft underside of her chin.
“He’ll need both of us, Ayasha.” He flicked out his tongue,
drawing a slow line from her throat to the tip of her chin. The purr he
received stroked his ego. “Just as much as I need you.”
“What happened to him?”
Why the hell did he have to bring up the past now when his blood
seared his veins and his cock twitched against the tight confines of his
jeans?
Because she needs to understand completely.
Nox snaked his arms around Aya’s waist and rolled them into the
hallway. His gaze dropped to the quick rise and fall of her supple
breasts. He couldn’t believe how perfect she was, a true blessing from
the spirits. She might be small in his arms, but she was firm and
toned, yet soft in all the right places. Her waist was narrow, her hips
curvaceous. He detected the clean burn of fire within her, a fierce
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fighter hidden beneath the beauty of her thin figure. He yearned for
those flames to engulf him. Her hair, kept in a shorter style, brushed
over her eyes, her cheeks, and her chin.
Every second he spent learning Ayasha’s figure and spirit, he
knew no woman could compare to his mate.
Her hands roamed over his pecs, her short nails scraping his
peaked nipples. He adjusted his cock with his free hand, and didn’t
miss the flash that struck her blue eyes.
“Riley’s father was killed the night of the massacre. The man had
been part of the rebel wolves, led by an alpha female, Laela, and her
sisters. I believe he deserved what he got, but Riley took out his anger
and grief on the whites.”
Her lush lips pulled down in a small frown. “In other words, he
hates me.”
“No, he just doesn’t understand what’s happening to him because
he’s as hardheaded and stubborn a jackass as I can be. Being a
spiritually appointed mate to a white is going to be a hard piece of
gristle for him to swallow.”
“Why doesn’t he like you?”
“Because I was chosen to be your mate.”
“And so was he.” Aya trailed one finger down his chest, between
the ridges of his abs, and hooked on his jeans.
“Yeah, and he doesn’t know that. Not yet.”
Aya whistled low and long. She craned her neck and glanced into
the dim room where Riley lay unconscious. “We’re in for an
adventure then, aren’t we, Lenox?”
“You can call me Nox. Most do.”
“I like Lenox. Nox makes you sound ob-
nox
-ious.” Aya quirked a
brow and shrugged a shoulder. Nox heard the scrape of metal against
jean before the waistline loosened. “Are you?” The teeth of the zipper
raked his nerves, the very slight vibration torturous against his full
cock. “Obnoxious?” Aya slipped her hand into his jeans. Her cool
fingers wrapped around his engorged dick. Her cheeks flushed, and he
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caught the quiver that rolled over her body. He fisted his hand against
the wall, bracing himself on his two feet as she pulled him out of the
prison. “Maybe that’s why they gave you the nickname.”
“We’ll just have to see,” Lenox said. The corner of his mouth
curled in a slow half-grin. Aya traced her lips with the tip of her pink
tongue. Her eyes darkened like the sky before a storm and lowered to
his shaft. “After all, I’m an alpha, a leader.”
“Don’t try to boss me around.” She clenched him tightly, and he
growled with delight. Her thumb spanned the crown of his wide head,
spreading the seeping pre-cum along the sensitive underside of his
shaft. A tremor raced through him. “I’ll be forced to put you back in
place.”
“I might like that.”
He cupped her face in his hands. The ends of her silky hair
caressed his fingers. Her hot breath touched his lips, eliciting a carnal
rumble deep in his throat. He leaned, barely brushing his lips over
hers. She whimpered softly, her hips arching into him. Her breasts
pressed to his chest, the rough fabric of his shirt scraping against his
sensitive flesh.
“I’m enjoying your spark of passion, little one.”
Nox closed his mouth over hers. The moment he rolled his tongue
past her lips and found hers, hot desire melted him. Control quivered
on the verge of shattering. She was succulent, more than any food
he’d ever tasted. Her kiss matched his, keeping pace with the slow
glide and probe of his tongue. Her fingers combed up into his hair, her
short nails scraping his scalp and drawing a low growl from him. Her
grip on his cock locked and she rode her soft palm down to his hilt.
Sexual elixir filled his mouth; sinful images plagued his mind. He
dipped his hand and molded it around the fleshy mound of her ass. He
squeezed, thrusting his aching cock in her fist and rubbing his burning
shaft against her belly. She moaned. The fragrance of heady musk
rose to his nostrils and he couldn’t stop himself from drowning.
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* * * *
Aya leaned against Lenox, falling into the hot passion leading his
skilled tongue between her lips. Her legs weakened at the knees.
Moisture flooded her panties, and beckoning coils of suppressed
pleasure tugged at her womb. The itch, the burn, stole rational thought
until all that remained was the fierce need to give herself to this man.
Her wolf panted wildly, silken fur teasing her already heightened
senses. Her skin seethed with tingles.
The velvety length of male twitched in her fist. She brought her
hand to his crown, coated her fingertips with his seeping arousal, and
slid back over firm ridges to the coarse hairs nestled around the base
of his cock. A rush of molten breath filled her mouth. Lenox pressed
into her. The hard head of his erection jammed into her stomach.
She leaned back. His deep rumble of protest curled around her
bones. The thickening scent of salty masculinity called to her. Her
tongue stung with the anticipation of tasting him. Reckless abandon
seized her, taking control of every conservative thought and tossing
them to the wind.
“This is where you belong, sweetheart. It’s natural,” Lenox
murmured. She sighed. Something about his voice petted her with
assurance. She wanted to belong here. Everything about Lenox felt
right. Even Riley, despite the nagging voice that whispered of his
familiar scent, felt right.
“Is it?” Aya wondered. She lifted a brow as her thumb massaged
the prominent vein under the head of his cock. Lenox’s eyes
smoldered, and his jaw grew taut. Aya pursed her lips before lowering
herself to her knees. Her mouth hungered to suck him. “I belong so
many places.”
“I can think of a few.”
She tipped him upward and drew her tongue from the base of his
penis to the tip. Salty sweetness coated her tongue, and she shivered
with delight. The itch between her legs turned to an aching throb. The
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slightest movement of the soft hoodie over her nipples shot sparks of
pleasure down to her hot core.
She swirled her tongue over the tip of his erection, relishing in the
guttural growl she elicited from him. She absorbed his potent taste,
drawing him into her spirit.
My mate.
Lenox pushed forward. She
tipped her head, avoiding his impatient motion for her to take him into
her mouth. Rather, she lifted her other hand, clasped his sac, and
gently massaged the heavy weight of his balls.
“Damnit, Aya. Keep it up and I’ll burst,” Lenox rasped. Aya
turned her eyes up to his face, drawing her wet lips along the ridged
length of him. She dropped her mouth to his sac and chuckled against
the silken skin. Every single muscle in his body stiffened. She slowly
filled her mouth with his sac, rolling his balls over her tongue. Lenox
hissed, pumping his cock against her hand. “Hot mouth, little one.
Feels so good.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, allowing the vibrations to tease his
senses. His sharp gasps pleased her. She lowered her mouth from his
sac and blew a stream of cool air over his moist skin. The stark,
primitive lust that pulsed in his eyes twisted the pressurized coils in
her womb. Fire licked at her pussy, and she wanted to relieve the
overwhelming ache before it melted her.
Aya hooked her fingers on Lenox’s jeans and tugged them down
his legs. She unzipped his boots and tore them off his feet. Socks and