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steamed bathroom, tying the string at her
    waist as tight as it would allow. Lenox kicked himself off the sofa and
    killed the television. He met her at the edge of the hallway in a fresh
    set of clothes that did little to dissuade her sexual drive from
    switching to high heat. Again, simple clothing, from the soft polo
    shirt to his dark blue jeans and leather belt. She noted the crisp scent
    of soap and outdoors on him beneath the sheen of thick lust.
    She managed a small smile, warmth caressing her cheeks. Lenox
    lifted a hand to her face, tilting her head before he lowered his mouth
    against hers.

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    Rhea Regale
    Aya stilled. Blood pulsed against her head and poured into the pit
    of her womb. Her thoughts whirled in time with her stomach.
    “Ayasha,” he whispered into her mouth. She moaned, lifting onto
    her toes and looping her arms around his neck to meet him fully. The
    satiny ends of his hair brushed her fingertips. A shudder coursed
    down her spine. Gods help her, she wanted Lenox right where he
    stood.
    His lips eased hers apart. His hot breath was welcoming, as was
    the cautious slide of his tongue as he sought hers. He pulled her
    against him. Power and strength thrummed all around her. His hands
    stayed planted, one against her lower back, one against her face. She
    drank in his kiss, the slow glide of his hot tongue, and the taste of
    pure male. He was mind-numbingly delicious. Every bone in her body
    buckled beneath the pressing intensity of his desire. The hard bulge of
    his cock dug into her belly. She shifted, rubbing against him. A deep,
    guttural growl vibrated from his throat down to her toes.
    Lenox drew back and she nearly fell into him. She swayed on her
    feet, thankful for his arm holding her up. She licked her bottom lip,
    savoring the rustic flavor of his mouth against her tongue. The fog
    lifted from her mind, but the ache in her pussy remained. Lenox
    pressed his lips together.
    “Take a seat. Let’s discuss some important things you should
    know,” Lenox said. The heady husk of his voice curled around her
    spirit, and for the first time, her restless wolf pawed for release.
    Usually such a calm beast, she wanted out in the presence of her mate.
    Aya allowed him to lead her to the sofa. She dropped into the
    corner seat.
    “Are you feeling better?” Lenox asked, making himself
    comfortable in a chair angled next to her. He leaned forward, elbows
    on knees, and hands folded between his legs. A mixture of emotions,
    from appreciation and admiration to fierce hunger and determination,
    swirled in his eyes.
    Aya nodded. “The shower helped. Thanks.”

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    “Do you have an appetite?”
    “Not at the moment. It’ll return.” Aya smiled, surprised how
    easily it came in his presence. She pulled her legs beneath her and
    curled against the arm of the sofa. “You’ll wish it hadn’t when it
    does.”
    Lenox chuckled. “I’ll be thrilled to satiate your hunger for years to
    come.” A shadow crossed his face, and the playful grin took on a
    darker, more carnal appeal. “ Any hunger.”
    Her breath hitched as a new wave of need washed over her. Easy.
    You’ve known him for mere hours. And still, being with Lenox simply
    felt right and…natural. She had little experience when it came to men,
    but never had a man affected her like this. Her thoughts were easily
    severed when his eyes took on that dusky appearance and his lips
    curled with a sensuality that begged to be tested. The air around him
    soothed her.
    Aya cleared her throat with a little cough. “It’s nice to know I
    won’t have to worry about starving. I’ll earn my keep, though. I
    promise—”
    “Shh.” Lenox pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “You
    won’t have to worry about earning keep or repaying me. I’ve worked
    all my years for you.”
    She caught the flicker of wonder in his eyes as he slipped his
    fingers between hers. The dangerous shadow that had taken hold of
    his features