by Rhea Regale
“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 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 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 pre-cum 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 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.
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 do
or, 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 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.”
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.
“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.”
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 ma
te. 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 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 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.