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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