Novels by Ash Lennox

RONAN. She sat there with her knees pressed together amd the catsuit making her look like sin gift wrapped and waiting to be unwrapped and all I could think was how easy it would be to ruin her right there on the rug. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t give her what she was begging for so soon. Not when she was already trembling just from sitting still in front of me. The silence between us dragged on, a rope stretched tighter and tighter until I swore I could hear her heartbeat against the walls.I dipped my fingers back into the saucer amd this time scooping more of the cream and brought it toward her cheek. She leaned in like a well trained pet, tongue flicking out catching every drop that dared slide toward her chin. She closed her mouth around me again slow and unhurried as though she knew that every second she drew it out was killing me. Her tongue curled, her lips sucked and she hummed low in her throat, the vibration shooting up through my arm and making me grit my teeth.“Good kitte

RONAN. Back at the cabin we ate in silence. The kind of silence that hummed with too many things unsaid, a silence that pressed on my chest until I thought I would go mad. I watched her across the table her lips brushing the edge of her coffee cup and the soft sway of her throat as she swallowed. My patience wore thin.I had left something waiting for her in the guest room. When she finally wandered off I leaned back listening for her reaction.A small gasp followed by a laugh. “Do you… do you seriously have a closet full of these?”Her voice floated down the hallway all teasing and curious.“If I don’t, I’ll start one. So tear it apart all you want kitten. I’ll just buy more.” I smirked. What I didn’t say was the truth and that the sight of her in that suit was already burned into my memory. The first time she wore one, I nearly wrecked the car just from looking at her. She didn’t understand what she did to me. She probably never would.When she stepped out again the air in my lun

RONAN. The sound of her laughter had followed me long after I had left the beach, long after I had forced myself to walk away before I ripped Mason’s throat out in front of her. It clung to me like a brand all sweet and cruel echoing in my head until it turned to a roar that wouldn’t quiet. My wolf was pacing all restless and maddened by the sight of her standing there in nothing but that thin piece of fabric, the sun turning her skin golden the ocean clinging to her like it belonged there more than I ever could.And Mason gods, Mason had been standing beside her like he deserved to breathe the same air she did. His hand brushing hers his voice wrapping around her with that slick confidence. Every muscle in my body had screamed to end him, to leave his corpse floating in the tide but I hadn’t. Because if I did, she’d see me for what I really am. Not the Alpha who controls his pack with steady hands not the man who pretends to have everything under control but the beast underneath.

WREN. The growl didn’t stop. It only deepened vibrating through the sand beneath my feet and the water lapping against my skin, a sound so raw and primal it made every hair on my body stand on end. My heart raced as I turned my head slowly afraid of what I would see though I already knew.Ronan stood at the edge of the beach like a storm given flesh. His chest rose and fell like he’d run the whole island to find me, his shoulders drawn back and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles looked white even from here. His eyes, gods his eyes weren’t just dark they were black pits burning into Mason, filled with a rage that wasn’t reckless but frighteningly controlled and the kind of fury that doesn’t need to roar because it’s already promising destruction.The silence stretched heavy and suffocating broken only by the waves crashing and the sound of my own shallow breathing. Mason didn’t back down. He didn’t flinch. He turned his head just enough to look at Ronan, his hand still brushi

WREN. The sun was high when I decided to leave the cabin. The air was warm and sticky and for once I wanted nothing more than to feel the sea against my skin. I told Ronan I was going for a swim nothing more than that. He didn’t argue and he just gave me one of those long looks that always makes me feel like he is seeing too much.I didn’t wait for him to change his mind or follow me. I needed a moment of peace away from his shadow, away from the constant heat of his eyes and his hands that always knew how to ruin my resolve. So I left.The beach was empty when I arrived and the sand hot beneath my bare feet all soft and clinging between my toes. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. I pulled off the light cover I had wrapped around myself leaving only the bikini I had slipped into earlier and stepped into the water. It was cold at first biting against my skin but then it turned pleasant, a welcome relief from the heat of

WREN. His breath was hot against my skin and the weight of his presence sank into me like gravity. His shift back to human form had left him naked but Ronan had never needed clothes to make him intimidating. There was something about the way he loomed, always taking up space (my space) that had my heart pounding in confusion and frustration and something far more dangerous: anticipation.My chest rose and fell as I stood before him rooted to the ground like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run or leap into his arms. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately with his storm filled eyes locked onto mine as though he were reading thoughts I didn’t even know I had.Then without a word, his hands framed my face and his mouth crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft and it wasn’t patient. It was a kiss soaked in possession, in pent-up fury and longing and questions we had both left unanswered for too long. His lips were firm and rough his tongue sliding into my m

ELARA. The walls were mirrors. Not just on one side but all around. Floor to ceiling. The room glowed with candlelight and power and the scent of jasmine, wine and lust curling through the air like smoke. It was silent but it wasn’t empty. Across the room there are a few masked figures lounged on velvet chairs, quiet as ghosts but eyes glittering behind black and red.I stood in the center of it all barefoot on marble wearing only sheer black lace that clung to my body like a second skin. My collar sparkled at my throat. My rounded belly (still small and soft) pushed against the fabric unmistakably marked by Kael’s seed. My nipples were hard through the lace and my thighs damp.They were here for us as they were invited by him. Strangers with power and rank and and dirty secret desires. But tonight they would only watch. Silent witnesses to something they would never touch. Never taste.And I felt high on it. Drunk on being the center of his world and the obsession of theirs. Kael s

ELARA. I shouldn’t be here in his room. Not on his bed and definitely not under him like this. But it’s been months and I’ve stopped trying to lie to myself. I want it and I crave it.Every touch amd every command amd every filthy word from Alpha Kael’s mouth is branded into me now. He ruined me that night in the office and kept ruining me after. Over and over in every corner of this house. Against walls or over his desk even in the backseat of his car with my panties shoved in my mouth to keep me from screaming his name.And sometime he lets her watch. Mara.She never touches me or touches touches him. But she watches in silent with her eyes hooded and fingers between her thighs, legs parted with breath shaky. I pretended to be horrified the first time. I tried to be but when Kael whispered“Keep your eyes on her while I fuck you” my pussy clenched so hard around him I saw stars. Now I can barely come without it.She’s here again tonight. Sitting in that same velvet chair in the cor

KAEL. She was late again and I was already hadd. Not from need. No because that was too simple. I could fuck any woman in this castle and leave her crawling the next morning but Elara?The little maid who trembled every time she saw me. The one who couldn’t look me in the eye without her thighs pressing together like she was trying to hold herself in. She was different and I hated how different.I haven’t fucked anyone in a long time that makes me desperate with obsession. Elara might as well be the mate I have been looking for for decades. At forty two, I still haven't met my mate still and I hate Moon Goddess for rhat. What if Elara is my mate?I hated how her scent got stuck under my skin and made my cock ache in the middle of council meetings. I hated how I saw her in the mirror and in my sleep ams in the fucking steam rising off my bathwater. I hated how ruined she looked when she moaned my title through clenched teeth.But gods I hated even more how good it felt to ruin her. So

ELARAMy legs moved as if they belonged to someone else all numb amf barely stead but they moved. And that was enough. The door shut behind me with a soft click that seemed to seal me in like a cage or a trap I’d walked into willingly.He didn’t speak again but just watched. His hand was still wrapped around his cock stroking it slow and smooth witj every pass of his palm causing another pulse of wetness between my legs. The water around him rippled in lazy rhythm with each glide of his fist and all I could do was stare all hungry and humiliated and soaked.My breath came shallow as I moved closer. One step followed bu another. I didn’t dare look him in the eye. I stared at his chest instead that wad broad and solid and dusted with faint black hair and his skin was gleaming under the bathroom’s dim light. There were scars there too crossing his ribs and trailing toward his abdomen. Proof of battles and power. Proof that he was everything I’d been warned about. I stopped a few feet fr

ELARA I wiped my tears with the back of my aching hand, the broken fingers on my right already swollen amd trembling and pulsing with pain. But I didn’t dare stop scrubbing.Riva’s voice still echoed in my ears with cruel laughter as the rest of her friends joined in circling me like predators. They had pulled at my clothes and called me a mutt, a “pack rat” and shoved my face into the fountain outside the training ground in front of everyone.Not that humiliation was new because I’d been spat on since I was twelve. But this one had clawed through my skin and curled around my bones. This one shattered something.Maybe it was because I truly believed her for once. I believed Riva when she said she wanted to help me. That she wanted to “fix my reputation” by letting me work inside the Alpha’s mansion. Said I could make a better life to start over.She lied, of course. Riva lies better than she breathes. She only brought me here to crush me closer. And she knew I wouldn’t speak a word o