His fingers dug
into her leg, his lips tightened, and at last, he met her curious gaze.
“Yeah. Be down in ten.”
Lenox disconnected the call. He patted her leg and tugged the
jogging pants back in place. She swallowed back her frustration,
squeezing the muscles of her pussy until the uncontrollable throb
began to subside. Lenox cupped her head with both hands and
brought her mouth to his for a deep drink.
Every mounting desire fizzled when he lifted her off his lap and
placed her on her feet beside him. “We’ll finish where we left off. For
now, we need to get you some new clothes before the shops in town
close up.” A menacing smile met his lips. He slid his fingers between
hers. The motion of affection touched her heart deeper than she ever
expected. “And it seems you’ll be meeting your other mate.”
48
Rhea Regale
Chapter Five
Riley simmered in anger and disgust. Lenox was as sharp as he
remembered from pup hood. Perhaps even more so. Seldom could any
wolf sense him and his pack when they approached. He was the leader
of stealth, and somehow, Lenox knew just where he lay in wait.
“Fucking bastard,” he spat before throwing back the last of his
beer and slamming the bottle on the bar top. The bartender eyed him
curiously, but wisely kept his tongue in check.
Riley shoved back on the stool. He needed to get out of this
stagnant room. It reeked of stale beer, old liquor, and dirty wolves.
Weak, useless wolves. He stormed out of the bar into the early
evening. Suppressing the growl that stirred in his chest, he smiled to
the sky.
Nocturnal insects had already begun to creep out of their daytime
burrows, enhancing the subtle breeze with song and announcing the
impending darkness of deep night. Riley reveled in the short hours
before complete nightfall. His wolf roused and stretched within him,
filling him with feral excitement. His heart sped up. His skin became
so sensitive he could feel the slightest movement of the bugs flying
nearby. His hearing intensified, and his desire to hunt exploded.
There was nothing better than a wild escapade for fresh meat.
Tonight, confronting his pup hood nemesis and slaughtering that
cursed white wolf was on the agenda.
As Riley rounded the bar toward his Escalade, he caught the
rustic, wild scent of Lenox. Bitter memories flared to life. Yet, even
through that poignant bitterness, he detected another fragrance. The
sweeter, mouthwatering tinge of the white.
Wild Nights
49
He stilled on the sidewalk, absorbing his surroundings. The
drifting breeze met his front, which meant the two must be up ahead.
He filtered through pointless chatter among the town strollers, trying
his damnedest to pinpoint where that soon-to-be dead man stood.
People gave him wide berth as they passed him. Good . These fragile
little humans should be wary. He was a blood-hungry predator, and
right now, he was primed to stalk his prey.
He tipped his head, scanning the thin crowd of townspeople. The
sweet scent of the white intensified. The air pressed against his
shoulders and chest. Blood rushed downward until his cock filled,
biting into the metal zipper of his jeans. The muscles in his legs
quivered beneath the overwhelming sexual hunger that speared
through him.
Find her. Take her. Claim her.
Riley’s gaze halted. A woman stood on the front stoop of a store
entrance no more than thirty feet away. For the briefest moment,
everything disappeared. Fog unfurled through his mind. His vision
failed him. His dick pulsed and stretched. The wolf inside him—
Yours. Take. Mate.
The casual pink sweatpants and hooded top hugged her petite
frame in a hellishly sexy way. Fuck, the woman was a beauty all
cleaned up.
And he wanted her.
He stared, scouring her like a rare morsel. Only this meat would
quell a different hunger. White wolf or not, he would fuck her until
she submitted to him.
Once he sated this powerful sexual hunger, he’d kill
into her leg, his lips tightened, and at last, he met her curious gaze.
“Yeah. Be down in ten.”
Lenox disconnected the call. He patted her leg and tugged the
jogging pants back in place. She swallowed back her frustration,
squeezing the muscles of her pussy until the uncontrollable throb
began to subside. Lenox cupped her head with both hands and
brought her mouth to his for a deep drink.
Every mounting desire fizzled when he lifted her off his lap and
placed her on her feet beside him. “We’ll finish where we left off. For
now, we need to get you some new clothes before the shops in town
close up.” A menacing smile met his lips. He slid his fingers between
hers. The motion of affection touched her heart deeper than she ever
expected. “And it seems you’ll be meeting your other mate.”
48
Rhea Regale
Chapter Five
Riley simmered in anger and disgust. Lenox was as sharp as he
remembered from pup hood. Perhaps even more so. Seldom could any
wolf sense him and his pack when they approached. He was the leader
of stealth, and somehow, Lenox knew just where he lay in wait.
“Fucking bastard,” he spat before throwing back the last of his
beer and slamming the bottle on the bar top. The bartender eyed him
curiously, but wisely kept his tongue in check.
Riley shoved back on the stool. He needed to get out of this
stagnant room. It reeked of stale beer, old liquor, and dirty wolves.
Weak, useless wolves. He stormed out of the bar into the early
evening. Suppressing the growl that stirred in his chest, he smiled to
the sky.
Nocturnal insects had already begun to creep out of their daytime
burrows, enhancing the subtle breeze with song and announcing the
impending darkness of deep night. Riley reveled in the short hours
before complete nightfall. His wolf roused and stretched within him,
filling him with feral excitement. His heart sped up. His skin became
so sensitive he could feel the slightest movement of the bugs flying
nearby. His hearing intensified, and his desire to hunt exploded.
There was nothing better than a wild escapade for fresh meat.
Tonight, confronting his pup hood nemesis and slaughtering that
cursed white wolf was on the agenda.
As Riley rounded the bar toward his Escalade, he caught the
rustic, wild scent of Lenox. Bitter memories flared to life. Yet, even
through that poignant bitterness, he detected another fragrance. The
sweeter, mouthwatering tinge of the white.
Wild Nights
49
He stilled on the sidewalk, absorbing his surroundings. The
drifting breeze met his front, which meant the two must be up ahead.
He filtered through pointless chatter among the town strollers, trying
his damnedest to pinpoint where that soon-to-be dead man stood.
People gave him wide berth as they passed him. Good . These fragile
little humans should be wary. He was a blood-hungry predator, and
right now, he was primed to stalk his prey.
He tipped his head, scanning the thin crowd of townspeople. The
sweet scent of the white intensified. The air pressed against his
shoulders and chest. Blood rushed downward until his cock filled,
biting into the metal zipper of his jeans. The muscles in his legs
quivered beneath the overwhelming sexual hunger that speared
through him.
Find her. Take her. Claim her.
Riley’s gaze halted. A woman stood on the front stoop of a store
entrance no more than thirty feet away. For the briefest moment,
everything disappeared. Fog unfurled through his mind. His vision
failed him. His dick pulsed and stretched. The wolf inside him—
Yours. Take. Mate.
The casual pink sweatpants and hooded top hugged her petite
frame in a hellishly sexy way. Fuck, the woman was a beauty all
cleaned up.
And he wanted her.
He stared, scouring her like a rare morsel. Only this meat would
quell a different hunger. White wolf or not, he would fuck her until
she submitted to him.
Once he sated this powerful sexual hunger, he’d kill
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