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jeans followed. Stretching up on her knees again, she gripped the base

of his cock in one hand.

“You taste so good,” Aya cooed, and then covered his tip with her

mouth. Lenox’s ragged intake of breath filled her ears. The tangy precum beading over his head smoothed over her tongue. She pumped

him with mouth and fist, taking as much of his thick length in as

possible.

When he thrust down her throat, she slowly eased back, sucking

along his cock until she crested his tip with a sharp smack of her lips.

Slowly, she climbed to her feet, licking the delicious flavor of his

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juice from her lips. She slid his shirt up and over his head and

dropped it on the floor. Lenox’s eyes flashed with wild hunger. His

nostrils flared. His expression was so hard and lust-filled she thought

she might have provoked him to near madness.

“You have,” he growled. On either side of her head, his fingers

scraped the wall. His breaths came in hard gasps. “Taunting a mate.

Not a good idea.”

“That wasn’t taunting.”

The sultry dip of her voice rode an underlying purr. She grasped

the zipper of her hoodie and pulled it at a tantalizing pace, listening to

each tooth separate. Lenox’s gaze darkened to near black. She caught

his struggle to breathe and noted her own strain to fill her lungs with

heady air.

The zipper parted at the bottom. She peeled the form-fitted jacket

from her naked body, arching her breasts toward Lenox. He

moistened his lips. Aya dropped the hoodie to the floor and cupped

her breasts in her hands. She kneaded her full mounds, rubbing her

peaked nipples with her thumbs.

Lenox covered her hands with his. His fingers squeezed, and a

guttural rumble rolled along his throat. Aya’s eyelids became heavy.

She loved the feel of his hands, big and rough, massaging her

sensitive breasts. Her mind whirled when he dipped his head and

drew his tongue along her neck. His airy kisses were sheer torture.

Sparks of pleasure shot down her spine.

His hands curved around her back, slid beneath her pants, and

curled around her ass. His hot mouth trailed down to her breast. He

nudged her hand away with ease, and she gasped when he sucked her

nipple between his lips.

“Ahh, yes,” she murmured, her head falling back against the wall.

Hands against her rear, mouth against her breast, sensations wove

together, fast and furious. She drank in the potent mixture of their

sexual musk. The molten heat of her blood coursed along her body,

bringing her wolf to her knees.

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Lenox swirled his tongue around her nipple, then scraped his teeth

over the sensitive peak. She shuddered in delight, sliding her hands

along the hard planes of his muscled body. The pads of her fingers

committed every deep cut and perfectly chiseled inch of him to

memory. His biceps bulged when he squeezed her ass, and the

pinched roughness of his grip made her cream. She was so wet,

passion flaring out of control.

A stream of warm air caressed her moist nipple when Lenox

pulled back. Her brow furrowed as the distance grew between them

and his hands left her flesh. He tipped his head toward the end of the

hallway.

“Come.” His eyes glinted with his fight for control. He folded her

fingers in one of his hands. Silently, he led her down the hallway,

through the last door, and into a large bedroom. The sight of the

oversized masculine bed, draped with a velvet comforter and several

throws, fueled the itch in her crotch. She moistened her lips and

turned as Lenox closed the door. He slowly shifted back to her, his

eyes brimming with raw desire. “Take those pants off.”

Aya hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her pink sweatpants

and took delight in her tease as she slid them down her legs. Her

breasts swayed as she leaned over and became the focus of his

attention. She grazed her gaze down his beautiful, toned body. He

clasped his cock and began to stroke himself, his glistening tip and

swelling thickness a mouthwatering, erotic sight.

She stepped out of one leg and kicked the bothersome clothing

aside.

“Are you usually so responsive to females?” Aya teased, splaying

her fingers over her lower abdomen. She caressed her skin, brushing

the thatch of curls above her pussy. Lenox growled. “Speechless?”

“Women don’t affect me like you have. You’re my mate, Ayasha.

You will always drive me insane.”

“Oh.” She crossed one arm over her breasts, cupping the

underside of her weighty mound. Wisps of her short hair caressed her

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cheeks and brushed over her eyes. She stroked her pert nipple, but her

own touch did nothing to ignite the pleasures Lenox’s had.

Lenox moved toward her, one deliberate step at a time. She

wrapped her other arm around her waist and stepped back in time

with him until her rear bumped into the high mattress. She sucked in a

sharp breath, her vision vibrating slightly. Gods, she ached for him!

“Climb on up, baby.” His eyes lowered to her hips. Aya hooked

her heel on the bed frame and hopped onto the edge of the mattress.

His hand fell away from his rigid cock, and he reached for her thighs.

She lifted her foot and gingerly placed it against his shoulder.

“Huh-uh,” she tsked. The muscles in his stomach flexed as his

shoulders straightened. “Easy, alpha.”

She watched his throat roll as he swallowed. His breaths were

ragged. She lowered her foot from his shoulder and shimmied back to

the center of the bed. The heat in his gaze seared her soul. His

unmasked hunger for her made her body zing and her clit throb.

Damn, the man might make her come without any touch!

“How do you like your women? Timid and shy?” Aya pulled her

bent legs close, covering her pussy like a docile virgin.

“No other woman matters now,” Lenox rasped. He braced himself

on the edge of the mattress with locked arms. His jaw ticked. His eyes

raked over her, from head to knee and back again. His hips pressed

into the mattress, his cock rubbing over the soft comforter. He

groaned. “How do you want me to claim you? Tender and slow?”

Ahh, so he caught on to her game. She lifted a brow and lowered

her chin to better look at him through her lashes.

“What if I don’t want you to claim me?” Her body protested her

words. Blood rushed through her, pooling in her aching core. She

squeezed her thighs together, but it only succeeded in making her

need him more.

“I’m pretty certain that isn’t the case.” He rocked against the bed

again, his wide crown slick with juice. “Make up your mind, doll.

Your sweet scent is gonna unleash me.”

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Aya didn’t doubt his words. The dense scent of his sexual musk

was exhilarating. She tried to swallow and failed. Her heart

stammered. Slowly, she shifted onto her rear and let her knees fall

apart. Lenox sucked in a sharp breath as she exposed her wet pussy to

him. The corded muscles in his arms strained. His fingers dug into the

comforter, bunching the material in white-knuckled fists.

A sensual smirk touched her lips. She slid her hand over the crisp

curls and guided her fingers through her slick folds. The light friction

against her clit made her legs jerk. She moaned, dropping her head

back and closing her eyes. She didn’t stop to give herself release, as

she so desperately sought. That was for Lenox to deliver. With the

dew from her pussy, she easily pressed one finger inside the silky

sheath of her cunt.

Lenox grabbed her ankle with a rough hand and yanked, knocking

her onto her back. She snapped open her eyes as he pulled her hand

from her pussy. He brought her moist appendage to his mouth and

drew it between his lips. His tongue laved her finger, suckling every

last drop of nectar from her flesh.

With a low groan, he rested her hand beside her shoulder. His

eyes, so stormy and dark, caught hers. He pressed her thighs apart, the

cool air in the room sending erotic chills up her spine as it blew over

her wetness.

“Now, be a good girl. No touching unless I say so. Don’t listen

and you’ll force me to restrain you.” Lenox laid his body over the

mattress and lowered his head between her legs. “Put those hands

over your head and don’t let them drop.”

Aya did as she was told, but the instant Lenox drew his fingers

through her slit, she all but grabbed his head. Her body bucked under

his tantalizing touch, and her fingers burned to plunge into his soft

tresses. He stroked her again, from nether region to nub. She tried to

sit into his fingers, to gain the contact she so desperately needed, but

he tsked.

He looked up at her. She whimpered, her forehead pinched.

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“You like my touch.” He took a deep breath. “You’re wicked

wet.”

“I’m wet for you.”

Aya’s head dropped back onto the mattress when Lenox began to

circle her opening with a single finger. She arched her hips. He

chuckled, his caressing breath stirring a raging storm inside her

womb.

“Lenox,” she pleaded.

He tested her tightness, then continued to stroke her outer lips.

“Yes?”

“Damn you, make me come.”

“I will.”

“
Now
,” Aya seethed, her voice cracked beneath the strain of her

control. Her eyes squeezed shut, dull starbursts spreading against the

backs of her eyelids. Her body trembled, and she clung to the

comforter for her sanity.

“Is this too much for you?”

His hot mouth kissed and nibbled her inner thigh. His tongue drew

slow circles, mimicking the path of his finger tracing her opening. She

moaned, her stomach taut as his lips neared her pussy.

“It’s not enough,” Aya whispered, unable to trust her voice.

Lenox’s teeth scraped the sensitive skin of her thigh inches from

her slick folds. He guided one finger into her sheath, and she hissed

from the pleasure of it. He explored her territory with maddening

slowness, the pressure of his finger delightful as he twisted it to

penetrate deeper. He withdrew and filled her with two fingers.

“Still not enough?” His tongue flicked out and traced her outer

lips, still not touching her clit. “Fuck, woman. You’re tight as hell.”

“You like a tight woman?” She gasped. His fingers stroked her

inner walls, and she clenched down on him.

“You have no idea.” Lenox pumped his fingers inside her as he

spread her labia with his other hand. “Ahh, look at that. You’re so

swollen with need.”

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Aya bucked. “Damnit, Lenox. Do something. I can’t stand this

torture!”

“You’ll thank me later when you’re well sated and sleeping in my

arms.”

At last, his mouth clamped over her clit and sucked her small

bundle of nerves. His tongue lapped at her nub, his fingers probing

deeper, faster. She writhed over the bed, panting for air, short cries

slipping from her lips as he propelled her straight to the peak of this

brutal mountain—

She teetered on the sharp point looming over the swirling clouds

of climax, but Lenox pulled away from her pussy. He withdrew his

fingers from her sheath. Her hands grabbed her head, and she curled

her fingers in her hair. She could barely find a breath. Her body

thrummed with need. Peeling her eyes open slightly, she caught

Lenox staring at her pussy while he licked dew from his lips.

“Calm down, baby doll. I won’t let you come that easily.”

“Easily?” Aya groaned. “You’re
torturing
me.”

“You’re loving it.”

“I-I—”

“Yes?” Lenox turned one devilish smile on her. “Go ahead. Deny

it.” Aya shook her head against the mattress. “You can’t. Now, let me

tend to you, my little mate. Trust me to please you.”

Trust. Something she believed to be so elusive came to her with

natural swiftness. She couldn’t deny that she trusted this man despite

knowing him for less than a day.

He lowered his head between her legs once more. His tongue

flicked, probing her heat, leaving her painfully aching clit unattended.

He swirled that skillful tongue, igniting a wave of sensation that

spiraled into her womb and fluttered relentlessly. Again and again, he

laved her pussy, drinking from her wet core like a starved man. Aya’s

spine melted. Her body became nothing more than a puddle of

charged nerves begging to be completed.

Lenox slid his tongue over her clit, and a spear of tremors shot

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straight up her spine. His feverish mouth began kissing a trail along

her belly up to her breasts. He turned his head and drew one of her

nipples between his teeth, rolling the hardened peak over his tongue.

She crooned with pleasure despite the emptiness in her core. He

tasted, suckled, delighted in her breasts, taking time to tend to each