Free Wild Nights by Rhea Regale

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    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

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    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.

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    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 door, 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