Wild Nights by Rhea Regale Read Free Book Online

pretty clear you know more about
    what happened than I do.”
    “Did Charles ever tell you why he was overprotective?”
    “All he ever said was that I was special. There were people in the
    world that would do great harm to me if I was ever discovered.”
    “At least he told you that,” Lenox muttered. The sensual lull
    released her heavy eyelids of their vise, allowing her to peel them
    back completely. The cool predator she sensed in him paced below
    his surface. His muscles tensed, a subtle motion she absorbed through
    his fingertips. “The night your parents were killed is as clear a
    memory as if it happened yesterday.”
    She narrowed her gaze. “How can you remember it so clearly?

    40
    Rhea Regale
    You can’t be much older than me.”
    “Once you connect with your wolf, your aging process slows
    tremendously. I was twenty-six when the massacre happened.”
    She glanced over him quickly. She was hot for a fifty-somethingyear-old god? Hell, she could live with this, especially if it meant
    more time enjoying her younger years. The aging process, or lack of,
    also explained why her uncle barely looked a day over thirty-five. He
    had never disclosed his true age to her.
    “Charles was in his eighties,” Lenox answered.
    “You can read my mind.” Aya shifted on the sofa. Lenox moved
    closer to the sofa, allowing her to lean more heavily into his hand.
    “Charles never taught you to censor your thoughts?” Lenox’s chin
    lifted a notch. Displeasure tightened his jaw. “Of all things not to
    teach you.”
    “Maybe I never had to worry because I was isolated.”
    “That’s no excuse. In fact, that’s more dangerous than throwing
    you out in the world without knowing you’re a white.” He reached up
    and traced a stubborn wisp of hair with a single finger that had caught
    on her lashes. “But at least you know how to speak telepathically. It’s
    an important means of communication between packs when rebels are
    within range. We use it often.”
    A pleasant chill curled down her spine as the deep, throaty rumble
    of Lenox’s rich voice poured through her mind. It coated her like a
    thick blanket of warm honey, spreading down her neck, her shoulders
    and arms, her body, until it reached her toes. Not even the unsettled
    air infiltrated the barrier around her. The vents overhead carried the
    sensual spice of his cologne straight to her nose, melting her insides.
    He was burned into her memory with an iron brand. Looking at him,
    admiring his fierceness beneath the cloak of calm, she knew if
    anything ever took him away from her, she would be devastated.
    Not even a full day had passed and she had already begun to forge
    an irreversible bond with a stranger.
    “Nothing will happen to us. Any of us,” he reassured.

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    “Any of us?” The silent knowledge he withheld in that simple
    sentence brought her upright. Lenox took a deep breath; she saw it in
    the way his chest expanded. Tension mounted. She watched the swift
    turmoil play across his eyes. Something about this bothered him
    deeply, and she wanted to know what it was.
    She wanted to know what exactly he meant by “any” of them.
    “You read the letter. You’re aware you have a mate,” Lenox said.
    His words were drawn and cautious, as if he played a game of
    Scrabble in his head. She observed him, honing all of her senses on
    his reactions. “A spiritually appointed mate who has been fated to
    you. Actually, two mates, to be correct.”
    “What?” Her heart thumped erratically. She shook her head,
    steadying her vision and her pumping blood until rational thoughts
    replaced the absurdity… “There’s only one. You’re the only one
    Charles mentioned. What are you talking about?”
    “Aya, no need to get worked up over it. Trust me, it’s natural.”
    “ Two men is natural?” She let out a sharp laugh, but a wicked
    vision of Lenox and another man tending to her lustful aches and
    desires… God, her pussy throbbed