consequential scrape. She swatted him
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across the face, a very human move, but it made her feel much better.
Until her gaze crashed with his, rocking her spirit and leaving her
hot.
She gulped, struggling to reclaim control of the sudden weakness
that plagued her. The image of this creature standing entirely naked
only minutes before blinded her of sense.
Riley had been the epitome of steel-corded muscle. He was a
powerhouse packed beneath beautiful swells of definition and
chiseled accents of eccentric perfection. His eyes glowed an unusual
amber-gold with infusions of streaming sunshine white.
Despite her rage and disgust with discovering the man she wanted
to nuzzle against earlier was the same man responsible for leaving her
world in shreds while she grappled at the frayed ends of a lifeline, her
curiosity got the best of her. She had glanced—a very quick glance—
at an impressive, and quite intimidating, erection that had been ready
for action.
Riley growled, disrupting her thoughts and the euphoria that
settled over her. He stood in one fluid motion, a paw at her throat. She
watched the wolf transform with rapid precision. Paw turned to a
hand, which left her furry throat in the iron grip of strong fingers. He
lifted her off the ground, choking the air from her lungs as she kicked
at his exposed belly and chest, his hard cock, and muscular thighs.
Each sharp kick squeezed more air from her body, and left not a
single mark on him to show for her struggle.
“Turn back, Ayasha, or you’ll choke to death.”
She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. The idea of being completely naked
in front of Riley would result in a catastrophic mental meltdown.
Riley’s upper lip pulled back to show his still-pointed fangs. A
dangerous sheen coated his breathtaking eyes. His fingers dug deeper
into her throat until silver spots formed at the outer bands of her
vision.
Finally, she gave in to his demand, tugged at the reins of her wolf,
and folded her away. Her body elongated and lightened. The bones
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beneath her skin flowed into their proper human form. The fur that
protected her from a hungry male’s gaze receded, leaving her flesh
exposed.
Riley raked a slow, hot look over her, pausing at her breasts,
heavy with need, and the soft patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
His nostrils flared, and the light in his eyes smoldered. The flitting
shaft of moonlight cast a soft glow over his waist, and the moisture
beading at the tip of his wide cock glistened like the glassy surface of
a lake.
Aya grabbed his shoulders to ease the pressure off her throat and
try to anchor her sudden abandon. The only thought that permeated
the heady musk around them was Riley impaling her.
“I’m not pleased with feeling the same way,” Riley rumbled, his
voice thicker, deeper than she recalled back at Lenox’s home. The
sexually charged tone sent a shiver of delight down her spine. A wave
of moisture slid from the walls of her pussy.
“Release my throat, you jerk.”
Riley snarled, but his grip on her neck loosened enough for air to
flow freely. He pressed her backward until a tree halted her retreat.
She ducked to run. He threw an arm around her waist, yanked her
back, and encased her between wood and human concrete.
“Don’t you think about it. I’ll catch you, and it’ll be one helluva
catch, baby doll.” Aya shuddered when she heard the slow creak and
groan of the tree trunk being impaled by Riley’s claws. He had her
pinned. “What made you risk my wrath to follow me?”
“I wanted the satisfaction of making you bleed for what you did to
my uncle,” Aya growled. The nails on her right hand stretched and
sharpened. She raked them across his chest. Riley hissed. Blood
welled in the deep gashes over his well-formed left pec. “That
should’ve been your neck, but I’m reluctant to kill my mate, even if
he’s a heartless murderer.”
“You’re
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across the face, a very human move, but it made her feel much better.
Until her gaze crashed with his, rocking her spirit and leaving her
hot.
She gulped, struggling to reclaim control of the sudden weakness
that plagued her. The image of this creature standing entirely naked
only minutes before blinded her of sense.
Riley had been the epitome of steel-corded muscle. He was a
powerhouse packed beneath beautiful swells of definition and
chiseled accents of eccentric perfection. His eyes glowed an unusual
amber-gold with infusions of streaming sunshine white.
Despite her rage and disgust with discovering the man she wanted
to nuzzle against earlier was the same man responsible for leaving her
world in shreds while she grappled at the frayed ends of a lifeline, her
curiosity got the best of her. She had glanced—a very quick glance—
at an impressive, and quite intimidating, erection that had been ready
for action.
Riley growled, disrupting her thoughts and the euphoria that
settled over her. He stood in one fluid motion, a paw at her throat. She
watched the wolf transform with rapid precision. Paw turned to a
hand, which left her furry throat in the iron grip of strong fingers. He
lifted her off the ground, choking the air from her lungs as she kicked
at his exposed belly and chest, his hard cock, and muscular thighs.
Each sharp kick squeezed more air from her body, and left not a
single mark on him to show for her struggle.
“Turn back, Ayasha, or you’ll choke to death.”
She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. The idea of being completely naked
in front of Riley would result in a catastrophic mental meltdown.
Riley’s upper lip pulled back to show his still-pointed fangs. A
dangerous sheen coated his breathtaking eyes. His fingers dug deeper
into her throat until silver spots formed at the outer bands of her
vision.
Finally, she gave in to his demand, tugged at the reins of her wolf,
and folded her away. Her body elongated and lightened. The bones
84
Rhea Regale
beneath her skin flowed into their proper human form. The fur that
protected her from a hungry male’s gaze receded, leaving her flesh
exposed.
Riley raked a slow, hot look over her, pausing at her breasts,
heavy with need, and the soft patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
His nostrils flared, and the light in his eyes smoldered. The flitting
shaft of moonlight cast a soft glow over his waist, and the moisture
beading at the tip of his wide cock glistened like the glassy surface of
a lake.
Aya grabbed his shoulders to ease the pressure off her throat and
try to anchor her sudden abandon. The only thought that permeated
the heady musk around them was Riley impaling her.
“I’m not pleased with feeling the same way,” Riley rumbled, his
voice thicker, deeper than she recalled back at Lenox’s home. The
sexually charged tone sent a shiver of delight down her spine. A wave
of moisture slid from the walls of her pussy.
“Release my throat, you jerk.”
Riley snarled, but his grip on her neck loosened enough for air to
flow freely. He pressed her backward until a tree halted her retreat.
She ducked to run. He threw an arm around her waist, yanked her
back, and encased her between wood and human concrete.
“Don’t you think about it. I’ll catch you, and it’ll be one helluva
catch, baby doll.” Aya shuddered when she heard the slow creak and
groan of the tree trunk being impaled by Riley’s claws. He had her
pinned. “What made you risk my wrath to follow me?”
“I wanted the satisfaction of making you bleed for what you did to
my uncle,” Aya growled. The nails on her right hand stretched and
sharpened. She raked them across his chest. Riley hissed. Blood
welled in the deep gashes over his well-formed left pec. “That
should’ve been your neck, but I’m reluctant to kill my mate, even if
he’s a heartless murderer.”
“You’re
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