by Rhea Regale
His fingers dug into the mound of her ass in a possessive squeeze. For the first time, she detected the spirit of his wolf prowling the edges of his being. Its snarl connected with her wolf, a quiet claim of territory.
“I’m not gentle in bed.” His teeth scraped her nipple before tightening on her sensitive skin and tugging back. A spear of sharp pain rode a shock wave through her until it settled, melting into a fierce need for more.
“Good. I’m not looking for a pansy between the sheets.”
* * * *
Need blindsided him as her words echoed in his head.
Riley licked her sweet skin, drinking in her taste and scent, allowing himself to swim in a sea of drunken delight. Decades had passed since he last granted himself the freedom to feel this degree of pleasure. Never once had it hit him so raw. Aya drove him crazy, setting his wolf on prowl to claim his rightful mate.
Whatever their history might be, one thing pulsed like a beacon in a stormy mist. This woman, this white wolf, belonged to him.
Lenox might have claimed the woman first, but Riley wasn’t about to let his bastard enemy leave the lasting impression upon his little white.
He lifted his head from the beckoning swell of her breast and raked a slow gaze along her creamy flesh up to her face. Her beauty pierced his barriers, softening him to her. His focused goal to kill her funneled deep into a black void somewhere inside his mind, and he didn’t care to have it resurface.
Ayasha White shredded every prior idea he held tightly, sending him tumbling through a tunnel of curiosity, intrigue, and torment.
But, he still didn’t believe Lenox’s claim that Charles had slain his father after her parents were mutilated by him. So many of his pack mates vowed otherwise.
Riley dropped his hand from her breast, drawing small circles down her flat belly. They brushed the crisp hairs over her mons. Her shameless abandon in his presence made his cock ache. Hot need engorged him. Her smooth cheeks, enhanced by the shadows of night, turned a light shade of rose. Her lips parted on a breath, glistening with moisture as the silvery moonlight caressed them.
She was a siren, a man’s worst nightmare if sex wasn’t in the cards.
He slid his fingers between her legs, separating the wet folds of her pussy. Her arousal intensified, her delightful musk anchoring within his wolf. A shudder racked her petite frame.
He tried to smile, tried to snicker at his easy victory, but his throat swelled with a searing hunger. His mouth watered to taste her again. His jaw tightened in anticipation of drinking her nectar. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of his penis. His balls grew heavy and hot.
His fingers slid easily through her sopping slit. He stroked her clit until her body quivered, soft whimpers expelling with each exhale. Her passion-infused hum worked quickly to unravel him, peeling away one brooding layer after another. She sat on his hand, gyrating her hips in sync with his strokes. He slipped his fingers back and circled the entrance to her vagina.
“You want me inside you. Hell, you’re so wet,” Riley growled quietly. He pressed one finger deep inside her. A woman’s snug sheath would do little to distract him, but Aya’s snugness caused him to pause. He could’ve sworn he smelled Lenox on her…
“Damn, woman. Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
Aya picked her head off the tree trunk and pulled back her heavy eyelids. Lust darkened her blue eyes. The proof of her undeniable arousal staring back at him made his stomach knot and his cock twitch.
“I wouldn’t let you be my first if I was,” she teased. The tip of her pink tongue traced her top lip with seductive slowness. Riley let out a short chuckle on a breath. He released her hand from his shoulder, lowered it, and clamped her fingers around his cock. Her eyes widened slightly, her heady scent smacking him with a new rush of hunger.
“Like that, little wolf?” Riley grated. Aya tightened her hold on him and ran her fist to the hilt of his penis.
“Your fingers were inside me. What do you think?”
“I don’t think. I know.” Riley thrust his length between her legs, implementing his promise by teasing her swollen clit. His finger pressed deep inside her silken canal. “I know my dick will be inside you, virgin or not. And it’s not a small package.”
“Neither was Lenox’s.”
Riley scowled at the confirmation of his earlier assumption. He’d make her forget Lenox. He’d show her just who the alpha of their little threesome was.
Her hand pumped him with each rock of his hips, the moisture from her wet pussy allowing her to glide smoothly up and down his cock. Her fingers tightened around him, and the added pressure sent a new shot of pleasure, one that made the muscles in his thighs weaken and his thoughts falter, into his core.
Unable to stand looking at her lush mouth without it driving him mad, he bent his head and stole his first taste of her lips. Her smooth rhythm over his cock halted the moment he swept his tongue through her mouth, caressing her own and retracting. Her breath hitched, and he detected the slightest shudder course down her tiny little body. The hot, wet sheath of her vagina squeezed around his probing finger. He withdrew and replaced one appendage with two.
He kissed her again, taunting her senses with the sensual swirl of his tongue. He tasted her, from the lingering hint of beer and steak to the more delectable flavor of desire. The bitter anger and disgust she harbored when she spoke fled her entirely, leaving a bounty of heady delight in his barely leashed presence.
He pressed deep inside her, a gentle wave of cream sliding along his fingers. He palmed her pussy as he explored the inner canal of her woman’s heat, just as his tongue explored the inner wonders of her mouth. No woman should taste this sinful. No woman should feel this hot and tight. No woman’s moans of pleasure should bring his hairs to stand on end in satisfaction as prominently as hers did. He knew how to fuck a woman, but her reaction, all with her tinge of innocence and complete abandon, elicited something more primal within him.
Claim her. Make her yours.
That inner voice cooed to his wolf as his cock stretched to painful proportions. He groaned against her mouth, stoking his hunger until he drove his tongue deep. He drank from her, unable to stave off that hunger, unable to hold back the carnal desire to take her gently.
Riley hooked his arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up, sliding his fingers from her cunt. He lifted his wet appendages between them, her dewy juices glistening in the moonlight.
Aya’s breath hitched as he broke their kiss. He ran his fingers beneath his nose, a slow grin coming to his mouth. Damn, her dew smelled delicious. He flicked out his tongue and curled it around one appendage, relishing in the delightful taste of her arousal. A guttural moan rumbled up from his chest.
“Like vintage wine…” Riley went down on one knee, slinging her leg over his shoulder. He spread her moist, intimate lips with his thumbs and looked up at her. She watched him eagerly, her eyes glazed with passion he’d never before seen in a woman. He should take from her what he wanted and discard her, but every pull of his spirit made him want to give her pleasure. He wanted to relish in her screams of climax, knowing he delivered her satisfaction.
Aya’s fingers combed into his hair. She pressed her hips forward enough for him to see just how wet she was. The delicate folds of her pussy were swollen and shimmering with fresh dew. Riley leaned forward and licked the insides of her thighs. She shuddered and moaned. Her knee trembled. He scraped his teeth over her outermost lip, releasing a stream of breath across her clit.
“What do you want, Ayasha?” He lifted his gaze to her face and a dark grin took his mouth. She watched him with starved eagerness. Her chest rose and fell with her sharp gasps. Rose painted her creamy flesh a lovely shade, heating her skin as blood rushed through her. The startling blue of her eyes became extinguished by her wide pupils. She tugged his head. He growled. “You won’t get anything from me unless I hear it from your mouth.”
“You know what I want,” Aya breathed.
“I want your mouth on me.”
Riley slid his hand up to her breasts. He clamped his fingers down around her soft flesh. Aya whimpered. She grabbed hold of the rough protrusions from the tree trunk above her head. Her short nails extended slightly and hooked into the bark.
Seeing her splayed out like a sacrifice to him made his penis twitch and seep in unforgiving waves. He wanted to sink his erection into her and feel her hot wetness squeeze him. Thoughts tunneled. The aching pressure consumed him. Never had he been tested like this. If he didn’t get her beneath him soon, he’d fail under her raw passion.
“I want to hear you.” Riley pulled at her nipples. “Aloud.”
“Mouth,” she gasped, head lolling against the tree. “I want your mouth on me.”
“On your what?”
“My…my…” The adorable mewl that filtered from her lips brought a surge of molten heat down his legs. The rapid vibration of her heart brought his own pace to quicken. Moisture beaded along the crown of his dick, the night’s cool breath feeding the dire hunger pounding against the walls of his erection.
“Your what, Aya?” He tipped his head between her legs, his mouth hovering centimeters from her heavenly juices. Her scent filled his senses, and he could practically taste her sweetness roll over his tongue.
Fuck him, he’d never wanted something as much as he wanted this damned white!
“Mouth on my pussy,” she whispered.
“Ahh.” Riley spread her folds and covered her hot core with his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her vagina, licking at the satiny muscles. Her nectar covered his tongue and made his body quiver in delight. She was a delicacy, and he drank from her with greed while he palmed her breasts roughly. Her shameless surrender stroked his ego and stirred the possessive nature of his spirit, his wolf, to the surface.
Her muscles tightened, tension stiffened her leg draped over his shoulder. Her inner sheath contracted with each deep probe of his tongue. He drew his tongue through her slit, lazily lapping at her pulsing clit as she pressed into his mouth.
Aya’s breaths became rapid-fire gasps, and her small, short cries brought him to pause.
“Riley, don’t stop,” Aya begged.
“Oh, doll. I won’t stop.”
Riley pulled her away from the tree and dropped them both to the forest ground on a bed of soft moss and thick fern. He spread open her legs and growled at the erotic sight of her pussy, glistening with moisture, smelling of heavenly musk. He lifted her hips and pulled her closer to him, running his engorgement along her slick folds. Each stroke sent a current of heat and quivers through her, and coiled the will in his gut. His sac weighed heavily between his legs, his dick stretched and ached.
“I won’t let you come until I’m buried inside you.”
His gaze scoured up along the flat planes of her stomach, over the fleshy mounds of her breasts, and came to rest on her beautiful face. The way the moonlight sprinkled small rays of silvery-blue light over her rosy cheeks painted a picture of a seductress.
A crooning wanton ready to be taken by him.
Her lids peeled back and she caught his eyes, the corner of her mouth lifting in a desire-laden grin. Riley’s fingers pressed against the flesh of her hips as he ran his cock along her slit, watching the reflective coiling of pleasure in her eyes.
He reached up and palmed one of her heavy breasts, rolling her pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched and she bucked, a hiss escaping her clenched teeth. Wetness coated his dick in response, and he pinched again.
“You’re incredibly sensitive to my touch,” he reveled.
“I like the way you touch me.” Those temptress eyes flashed. “And you like my responses.”
His intense attention focused on Aya’s surrender and the sheer pleasure that sparked between them. He barely caught the shadowed motion before her hand gripped his cock. Her legs tightened around his waist with more strength than he imagined her little body contained. Raw, carnal passion exploded as she impaled herself on him.
“Oh, my,” she breathed. Riley’s upper lip pulled back. He scooped her into his arms and lifted her upright, crushing her against him. He sank himself deeper into her hot, wet pussy. Every muscle inside her squeezed around his shaft as he stretched her to fit his thick length.
When he caught her eyes, his heart seized. In that split instant, something happened to him that constricted around his chest and made every inconceivable idea of ripping this woman to shreds open a hidden well of shame. His face warmed.
He would never hurt her. He would never kill her. He would never allow another to harm a single hair on her delicate little body without severe consequences. Severe meant death.
Riley lifted a hand to her face and cupped the side of her cheek. He marveled at the contrast between his large, tan hand and her precious, creamy face. Her eyes sparkled with a storm of emotions, a mirror to the whirlwind that gained fierce momentum inside him.
Aya rolled her hips over his, and the hugging grip of her cunt on his penis made him shudder.
“I’m not hurting you?” Riley asked, caressing her swollen bottom lip with his thumb. His sudden shift from fierce wanting to sincere concern caused his brow to furrow. An unsteady grin twitched across her mouth. She shook her head slightly.
“You fill me,” she murmured. Riley slid his fingers into her hair and thrust himself deeper inside her. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“Good.” He pulled her face to his and captured her mouth with the raw hunger he kept pent up in his spirit. His wolf howled its pleasure as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. He controlled her rocking hips with a strong arm around her waist. The glide of soft heat around his penis shook him. Lava filled his cock as Aya’s muscles coiled and contracted mercilessly. She tore away from his mouth, her head dropping back. Her screams of climax echoed in the night, taunting him and his wolf, which darted back and forth.
Riley laid her back on the ground and pounded into her. The slap of his sac against her ass heightened his pleasure, but it was the unabashed cries of orgasm he delighted in as she milked his own release.
When it came in spurts of fiery hot heaven, his mind filled with nothing but intense sensation that shot down his loins to his toes. He grunted, burying himself as deep as he could go, releasing his seed far into her womb. His entire body shuddered with his powerful release, conquering his senses until all that was left was Ayasha, the thick scent of sexual musk, and euphoria.
A slick sheen of perspiration covered his body, protecting him from the cool night air. He gathered her into his body, protecting her from any chills that may touch her. Labored breaths spread against his throat. The thundering pace of her heart pounded in step with his, matching the slowing aftermath of their wild claiming.
A sharp pinch at the base of his neck made him wince. He leaned back and looked down at Aya. A satisfied smile splayed over her mouth, but her eyes remained closed.
“What the hell?” The undeniable scent of blood touched his nostrils. A closer look at Aya’s lips and he caught the shimmer of a couple of drops of blood.
“You’re mine. I marked you,” she said quietly. Her tongue rolled over her lip, cleansing it of blood. Riley let out a short chuckle.
“Oh?” He rolled her onto her back and dipped his head against her neck. “Two can play at that game, you wicked woman.”
Riley allowed his teeth to sharpen enough to leave a noticeable mark on his woman. He inhaled sharply, filling his spirit with her precious scent—
His teeth barely scraped her skin when
weight plowed into him, knocking him across the forest floor. Debris, rocks, and twigs dug into his skin. Pain raked over the side of his body.
Shaking the momentary shock from his system, he drew forth his wolf just as his enemy’s teeth buried into his scruff.
Chapter Nine
Satiation coated her thoughts and cocooned around her body. Her muscles were so weak, so tired, after Riley’s intense claiming that she hadn’t detected the other presence until gray and white streaked past her.
Aya bolted to her feet. Her legs were rubbery, and she stumbled until she grabbed hold of a thin tree for support. Blood rushed in chaotic waves inside her system, causing her vision to fade in and out before everything leveled.
Growls erupted, filling the night with the sound of feral rage. She spotted the two wild wolves. Deadly snarls accompanied the snapping of twigs as they rolled. Moonlight reflected off glistening white teeth. Eyes flashed silver. Paws swatted fiercely. Massive bodies tumbled into thick bushes, a shadowy blur of tawny, gray, and white.
At last, Aya’s stunned awe shattered. Frustration shot to the forefront.
“What the hell are you two doing?” she shrieked.
“Stay back!” Lenox demanded. He managed to wedge his paws beneath Riley’s dominating mass. With a deep grunt, the gray-and-white sent the tawny wolf through the air. Riley yelped, his body thrashing to right itself seconds before his rear haunch smacked into a boulder. Lenox charged, black lips pulled back to show his deadly fangs.
Aya snarled and lunged forward, transforming in mid-leap. Her paws barely touched the ground before she loped between the two attacking male wolves.
“Stop this! Both of you!” Her sharp tone resonated along the telepathic line. A long, low grumble thrummed in the air, expelled from deep within her chest. Lenox dug his paws and claws into the soft forest bed, sending up dead leaves and dirt that pelted her coat. On the other side of her, Riley slid to a halt, his hind legs buckling beneath the sudden stop. His jowls quivered, teeth bared. A quick glance back at Lenox and she saw he mirrored Riley’s attack stance, right down to his pointed ears pressed flat against his head, fur bristling along his spine.