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repress the shudder that preceded a flare of chills.
    She hugged herself, yearning for Lenox to return and provide warmth.
    From the kitchen, there was a series of rattles and a soft smack. A
    drawer opened, closed. A quiet snap echoed along the open floor plan.
    Sharp sounds that her thoughts muffled behind disbelief.
    Lenox returned, carrying two beers. He didn’t return to the chair.
    Instead, he took up the seat next to her and held out a bottle.
    “It’ll help calm your stomach,” he assured. Aya eyed him
    skeptically before accepting the drink. She watched him take a long
    swig from his bottle. There was something erotic about the sight of
    him swallowing. The way his throat rolled and his cheeks hollowed.
    The way his lips pursed around the opening of the bottle. Those lips,

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    she recalled, so warm and soft and sensual.
    Aya took a small sip of the cold drink. The carbonation made her
    eyes tear and her jaw tighten. As the liquid slid down her throat, the
    bubbles seemed to infuse calm through the tension that had settled in
    her shoulders. She sank into the sofa and rested the bottle on her knee.
    “Thanks,” she said. Her eyes drifted down his solid chest and
    landed on his lap. There was no denying his arousal. Her brow
    wrinkled. Must be painful pressed against jeans with no resistance .
    “Would you like me to answer your curiosity? Or would you
    rather ponder the extent of my discomfort?” Lenox’s voice filled her
    mind and made blood rush over her face. Her attention shot up to his
    face. He lowered the longneck from his lips and rested it on the coffee
    table. She tossed up barriers around her thoughts as he reclined and
    turned the full power of his smoky gaze upon her. Only then did she
    realize how flimsy the film protecting her thoughts truly was. She
    could feel the hot essence of his spirit sliding along the contours of
    her own, never touching but sure as hell making her quiver. It riled
    her wolf. “Come here.”
    “I’m close to you.” She guessed the short distance between them
    to be less than two feet. Two feet too far . His beckoning rumble teased
    her, and she wanted to go to him.
    “You’ll be much closer before the night is over.”
    She stroked the perspiring side of her beer bottle, never once
    taking her eyes off Lenox’s inviting body. Her fingers itched to touch
    him, familiarize herself with every cut and curve of his figure. Her
    wolf panted against her ears, burning to get closer to her mate. My
    mate. This incredible man is my mate.
    “You say there’re two mates. Who’s the other one?” Aya asked.
    Lenox tucked his hands behind his head and kicked one foot up on the
    edge of the coffee table. He stretched out, arching his hips enough to
    define his restrained cock.
    “Come here, little one.” His nostrils flared, and he licked his
    bottom lip. “I can smell your juices. I know you’re aching.”

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    That bulge in his jeans grew and she salivated. Damn, how much
    more primal can you get?
    “Tell me about the other man.”
    Aya joined her bottle beside his and edged closer to him. She
    listened to that wicked voice urging her to climb over his legs, and
    she braced herself against his shoulders until she settled over his lap.
    The corners of his mouth curled, stirring her heartstrings and plucking
    the cords that wound tightly in her womb.
    “Your other mate is Riley Tormel.” Lenox’s gaze prowled over
    her like a famished creature. Aya slid closer to that wondrous bulge.
    What did his flesh feel like? How would it feel to be filled by this
    man?
    A low growl resonated within his chest. Her heart stammered. Her
    nipples peaked and became prominent against his shirt. If she moved
    a little further up, she could fit herself against that mound of caged
    cock…
    “Darlin’, I know your uncle taught you the ways of the wolf.
    Surely he mentioned the severe consequences of teasing one who’s
    been waiting for his mate to come