spirits. She might be small in his arms, but she was firm and
toned, yet soft in all the right places. Her waist was narrow, her hips
curvaceous. He detected the clean burn of fire within her, a fierce
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fighter hidden beneath the beauty of her thin figure. He yearned for
those flames to engulf him. Her hair, kept in a shorter style, brushed
over her eyes, her cheeks, and her chin.
Every second he spent learning Ayasha’s figure and spirit, he
knew no woman could compare to his mate.
Her hands roamed over his pecs, her short nails scraping his
peaked nipples. He adjusted his cock with his free hand, and didn’t
miss the flash that struck her blue eyes.
“Riley’s father was killed the night of the massacre. The man had
been part of the rebel wolves, led by an alpha female, Laela, and her
sisters. I believe he deserved what he got, but Riley took out his anger
and grief on the whites.”
Her lush lips pulled down in a small frown. “In other words, he
hates me.”
“No, he just doesn’t understand what’s happening to him because
he’s as hardheaded and stubborn a jackass as I can be. Being a
spiritually appointed mate to a white is going to be a hard piece of
gristle for him to swallow.”
“Why doesn’t he like you?”
“Because I was chosen to be your mate.”
“And so was he.” Aya trailed one finger down his chest, between
the ridges of his abs, and hooked on his jeans.
“Yeah, and he doesn’t know that. Not yet.”
Aya whistled low and long. She craned her neck and glanced into
the dim room where Riley lay unconscious. “We’re in for an
adventure then, aren’t we, Lenox?”
“You can call me Nox. Most do.”
“I like Lenox. Nox makes you sound ob- nox -ious.” Aya quirked a
brow and shrugged a shoulder. Nox heard the scrape of metal against
jean before the waistline loosened. “Are you?” The teeth of the zipper
raked his nerves, the very slight vibration torturous against his full
cock. “Obnoxious?” Aya slipped her hand into his jeans. Her cool
fingers wrapped around his engorged dick. Her cheeks flushed, and he
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caught the quiver that rolled over her body. He fisted his hand against
the wall, bracing himself on his two feet as she pulled him out of the
prison. “Maybe that’s why they gave you the nickname.”
“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.
toned, yet soft in all the right places. Her waist was narrow, her hips
curvaceous. He detected the clean burn of fire within her, a fierce
Wild Nights
55
fighter hidden beneath the beauty of her thin figure. He yearned for
those flames to engulf him. Her hair, kept in a shorter style, brushed
over her eyes, her cheeks, and her chin.
Every second he spent learning Ayasha’s figure and spirit, he
knew no woman could compare to his mate.
Her hands roamed over his pecs, her short nails scraping his
peaked nipples. He adjusted his cock with his free hand, and didn’t
miss the flash that struck her blue eyes.
“Riley’s father was killed the night of the massacre. The man had
been part of the rebel wolves, led by an alpha female, Laela, and her
sisters. I believe he deserved what he got, but Riley took out his anger
and grief on the whites.”
Her lush lips pulled down in a small frown. “In other words, he
hates me.”
“No, he just doesn’t understand what’s happening to him because
he’s as hardheaded and stubborn a jackass as I can be. Being a
spiritually appointed mate to a white is going to be a hard piece of
gristle for him to swallow.”
“Why doesn’t he like you?”
“Because I was chosen to be your mate.”
“And so was he.” Aya trailed one finger down his chest, between
the ridges of his abs, and hooked on his jeans.
“Yeah, and he doesn’t know that. Not yet.”
Aya whistled low and long. She craned her neck and glanced into
the dim room where Riley lay unconscious. “We’re in for an
adventure then, aren’t we, Lenox?”
“You can call me Nox. Most do.”
“I like Lenox. Nox makes you sound ob- nox -ious.” Aya quirked a
brow and shrugged a shoulder. Nox heard the scrape of metal against
jean before the waistline loosened. “Are you?” The teeth of the zipper
raked his nerves, the very slight vibration torturous against his full
cock. “Obnoxious?” Aya slipped her hand into his jeans. Her cool
fingers wrapped around his engorged dick. Her cheeks flushed, and he
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caught the quiver that rolled over her body. He fisted his hand against
the wall, bracing himself on his two feet as she pulled him out of the
prison. “Maybe that’s why they gave you the nickname.”
“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.
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