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.
Wild Nights
57
* * * *
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
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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 precum beading over his head smoothed over her tongue. She pumped
him with mouth and fist, taking as much of his thick length in
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.
Wild Nights
57
* * * *
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
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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 precum beading over his head smoothed over her tongue. She pumped
him with mouth and fist, taking as much of his thick length in
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