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one with equal skill. Her skin was on fire, her spirit ramped, her wolf

mad with lust. It was an explosive concoction, and she wasn’t sure

how much longer she’d be able to take this erotic seduction.

Cool air curled over her breasts as his mouth left them to continue

their path along her throat, cresting over her chin and coming to rest a

mere inch from her lips. His cock pressed against her center.

“Open your eyes. I want to watch you as I take you,” Lenox said

softly. Aya found an inkling of strength to do as he said. Heavy lids

pulled back, exposing the breathtaking man hovering over her. The air

hung still and heavy around them as he watched her, the tip of his

wide dick nestled snug against her pulsating opening. The bubbling

toxin of lust neared detonation.

Aya whipped her leg around his waist, arched her hips, and

impaled herself on his cock. She cried out, a blissful mixture of

pleasure and pain exploding inside her. Thrumming with the promise

of shattering ecstasy, she plunged him inside her again. His sac

smacked her ass, and a new zing of delight entwined with the honed

coils in her womb. He filled her completely, straining her inner walls

with his size, but never once did she find him discomforting. He fit

inside her to perfection, hot and heavy and silky.

Lenox growled, a sound so deep it resonated in her mind and her

marrow. His arms slid around her and pulled her upright to straddle

him. His fingers squeezed her ass. He thrust inside her, guiding her

hips to meet each rough motion until her spirit wavered and her wolf

howled.

Her climax struck her with the power of a ravaging storm. Her

body tensed and shuddered, the fragile glass of her spirit shattering

into a million pieces. She dug her fingers into Lenox’s shoulders for

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grounding as she spiraled into the pulsating arms of release. Her

womb clenched, her cunt spasmed, and she screamed.

The friction never eased. Lenox dropped her onto the mattress and

pumped into her with hard thrusts. She quivered, the lasting waves of

her orgasm resonating through her. The dense clouds of passion never

thinned. She lifted her hips to meet each deep, penetrating slide of his

cock. He growled with satisfaction until she plunged her fingers into

his hair.

His lip curled back, and his furious pumping ceased. He sat back

on his heel, his long cock sliding from her, leaving her cold and

empty. She pressed up on her elbows.

“What—”

“Turn over,” Lenox instructed. He licked his lower lip, eyes

glowing with carnal hunger. When she hesitated, he tilted his head.

“Now, or it’ll be my fingers fucking your cunt and not my cock.”

His blunt words struck a chord in her. Heat spread up her neck

and over her face. His fierce gaze lit with his dark smile. A naughty

thrill raked over her. Slowly, Aya rolled onto her stomach, breaking

their gaze only when she lay flat against the mattress.

“On your knees,” Lenox commanded, his voice so rich and thick

with desire. She began to press up onto her hands and knees. One of

his strong hands splayed between her shoulder blades and pinned her

to the bed. “Your knees. Not your hands.”

The fever in her blood escalated, as did her anticipation. She

pulled her knees beneath her and lifted her rear. Lenox continued to

hold her shoulders down. With his free hand, he rubbed the round

globes of her ass.

Then he smacked her. The sting made her pussy cream and her clit

ache, and she yipped. He smacked her again and her arousal

intensified.

“Next time you fail to listen to me,” Lenox’s hand left her

shoulder and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, “I’ll smack you

harder.”

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“I’m a glutton for punishment, Lenox Carter,” Aya assured.

The seductive gravel of her tone made her stomach tighten. Lying

in submission with her nether region exposed to Lenox, she all but

climaxed. Her sensitive breasts pressed into the soft velvet, sparks of

delight tumbling down to her womb.

He grabbed her hips and plunged inside her. He drew out

completely and plunged again. Each steady spear filled her body and

slowly tugged at the loose ends of pleasure. Pressure mounted one

thrust at a time. She lifted her rear more, pressing back to meet each

carefully controlled impalement.

“Damnit, Ayasha. You feel so good, so tight.” He buried himself

to the hilt and leaned over her back. His hands slid beneath her and

cupped her breasts. He nibbled the back of her neck until his lips

reached her ear. His tongue traced her earlobe, and goose bumps shot

up over her arms and legs. “So fucking
wet
.”

Lenox pulled her upright and seated her over his lap. One hand

dropped to her clit and he began stroking her as his fingers pinched

and tugged her nipple. She rode his shaft, the heavy pressure

rocketing to breaking point. His rough pads quickened their strokes.

He pounded into her from beneath, soft grunts filling her ears.

Shimmers of color streaked her vision, and she clasped his knees for

balance. He fucked her furiously, overwhelming every sense in her

body until, at last, her mind melted and her world exploded in an

array of misty gold fire. Her entire body convulsed against Lenox.

She panted for breath, unabashed screams of climax rushing past her

lips. She clenched down on his cock over and over.

Lenox tensed against her back. His arms tightened around her and

he roared his release, spurting liquid heat into her. Tremors racked

him, mimicking those Aya continued to experience as her orgasmic

waves slowly began to level off.

After mindless moments of nothing but the all-consuming sea of

pleasure, Lenox pulled her down to the bed. The wild hunger she’d

just tasted from him ebbed away, leaving the tender, in-control Lenox

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at her back.

“Oh, my,” she let out a slow breath to steady her racing heart,

“that was incredible.”

Hot breath spread over her ear as he chuckled. “Imagine how the

next time will be.”

* * * *

Eliza burst into the motel room and growled. Seven men were

perched around the room like a murder of crows waiting for a dead

carcass to manifest.

“Where’s Riley?”

Eliza slammed the door shut and spun around to the inquiring

male. Maddock, one of the stronger wolves, pressed off the wall and

folded his arms over his thick chest. She narrowed her gaze on the

defiant wolf, who puffed out his chest as he approached her. If he

thought he was intimidating, he had a sore surprise waiting when he

came within arm’s reach of her.

“Taken,” she grunted.

“Taken?” another asked. Eliza waved that one’s concern away,

refusing to take her attention off Maddock.

“Who took him, Liza? Riley doesn’t get
taken
without a fight.”

Maddock took one more step before coming to a halt.

Just out of reach, son of a bitch.

Two other men flanked him, both with skepticism glinting in their

eyes.

A bitter smile crossed her mouth. She could taste that bitterness

on her tongue as if she’d just eaten weeds. She knew she’d have a

problem with a few of the pack, but when they learned where Riley

was, and who took him, the problem would dissipate.

Riley had formed this pack with one goal: If any white lived, they

would hunt them down and slaughter them.

Little did he know that she urged some of her loyal companions to

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join up in the pack so she could slowly infiltrate Riley’s solid team of

hunters until she took over.

“Have you no idea why we’re here?” Eliza asked.

“We’re here to kill the one that got away,” one of the wolves

replied.

“We’re here to kill a white, and that same white had the aid of

other wolves in kidnapping Riley. I’ve secured a scent path. We’ll be

able to trace their movement and find Riley without a problem.” Eliza

lifted a brow at Maddock, whose jaw twitched beneath a storm of

disgust. “That’s right. The white is here. Another male drugged Riley,

and he and the white hauled him away.”

Two wolves jumped to their feet and rushed to the door. Another

followed in their footsteps. Maddock and his two hench pups

continued to bore holes into her head with heated gazes.

It didn’t matter. What they didn’t know was that
her
men were

waiting for this pathetic chunk of pack.

Maddock nodded once and led the last two wolves from the room.

Eliza’s smile grew when she heard a slew of curses echo into the

night, mingled with the feral growls of the males of her pack. Nails

scraped along the patchy gravel parking lot. Pained howls erupted

amidst the brawl at her back. She wanted to watch and soak in the

pleasure of seeing her pack take down some of Riley’s best men.

Now was not the time for fun.

Riley’s men might be battling hers for their lives—lives she could

smell dwindling as the acrid scent of blood filtered through the crisp

night air—but her goal still lay ahead.

It was time these fucking whites learned their place in the world.

Rotting away like the waste from last night’s kill.

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Chapter Seven

Aya stretched her arms over her head and smiled up at the

shadowy ceiling. Her body ached pleasantly. The spicy and masculine

scent of Lenox lingered over her skin. The taste of his hot mouth

plagued her. Her lips were swollen from his starved kisses, and she

drew her bottom one between her teeth with a soft giggle.

Ah, she could get used to the wild abandon that consumed her

while making love with Lenox. Being appointed a mate like him was

easy news to swallow, quite appealing actually.

Twenty minutes after Lenox slid out of the bedroom to cook up

some steaks, she rolled out of the plush arms of the bed. She plucked

an oversized T-shirt from his wardrobe, stole into the shower for a

quick rinse, and changed.

“Little one, dinner will be ready in five. We’ll sit outside,”
Lenox

murmured within her mind. She couldn’t repress the smile that spread

over her mouth, or the heat that swept across her face. Damn, the

short replay of their intense bed play should have rendered her

mortified. Instead, she found herself tingling with residual arousal and

looking forward to another round with him.

“Be right there.”

Aya slipped out of the bedroom and headed toward the kitchen.

She paused outside Riley’s room. There was something about him

that demanded her attention as forcefully as Lenox. The man slept

like he was in pain, with a furrow between his brows and a grimace

on his chiseled lips. He, too, had features that made her hot. His skin

was smooth and a shade paler than Lenox’s, stretched over bone that

brought out the finest points of his features. His jaw was square, his

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nose slightly more filled out than Lenox’s. His cheekbones enhanced

the slant of his brows, adding shadows to every painstakingly perfect

cut along the way. Brown hair with hints of orange and gold

shimmered in lustrous waves beneath the single ceiling light. She

recalled strands of his hair that weren’t pulled back at the nape of his

neck blowing across his face, catching at the corner of his mouth just

before Lenox had injected the drug into him. He had appeared every

massive inch a predator who had just spotted a rare, delectable treat.

Grazing downward, Aya noted the width of his broad shoulders

strained from having his wrists bound above his head. Lenox had set

his leather jacket at the foot of the bed, leaving a hard-packed,

muscled creature stretched from headboard to footboard.

No wonder the townsfolk moved around him with respectable

berth. Even unconscious, he pulsed with predatory power. A shuttered

air about him curled through her, eliciting her own deepening intrigue

and attraction to a man she hadn’t spoken a single word to.

The wolf pacing below her surface mewled her own desires.

She moved closer to the bed and peered down at the sleeping

Riley. Her heart did a double-pump. Weakness spread through her.

The man ignited potent desires in her. Her gaze dropped to his hips,

and the sight of his tented jeans over his jutting erection released a

rush of wetness between her thighs. Her gaze shot up to his face.
Still

asleep
.

Aya reached over and curled a lock of his hair around her fingers.

Soft as satin, cool to the touch. His hair slid through her fingers like

water. Damn, she wanted to curl up against him and nuzzle her cheek

along his silky mane. Oh, no. She wanted to do much, much more

than just nuzzle. She wanted his hair to tickle her skin as he kissed

her. She wanted his strong hands to explore every inch of her body.

Hell, she wanted to scream out his name as he possessed her, riding