Wild Nights by Rhea Regale

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.