Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 7 Lucas: Gala (III)

[WARNING: Mature content.]

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LUCAS

My wolf howls in triumph as I stalk after the little blonde, keeping to the shadows of the garden. She's oblivious to my presence, her attention focused on the phone in her hand. The glow of the screen illuminates her face, casting a soft light over her delicate features.

I can see the reflection of its screen in her glasses, and find myself disappointed that the colors obscure those striking eyes of hers.

As I draw closer, I catch a whiff of her scent on the breeze. Honey and vanilla, with a hint of something else. Something that calls to me on a primal level. My wolf is practically salivating, urging me to close the distance between us and claim what's mine. She must not be my mate—my wolf would know at first scent—but she's definitely something special.

I watch as she taps at her phone with a sense of urgency. A rideshare app, from the looks of it. Is she trying to leave?

The thought sends a surge of possessiveness through me. Like hell I'm going to let her slip away now that I've found her.

I move quickly, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. She doesn't even have time to react before I yank at her arm, spinning her around to pull her against my chest, wrapping one arm around her waist. My hand settles possessively there, gently stroking at the dip before her hips begin to flare. Her skin is warm and tantalizing, even through the soft fabric.

"Where do you think you're going, little wolf?" I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

in my arms, and my wolf does not like that. "Let me go," she demands, but there's a

the sound low and dark. "Now why would I do that? I've been watching you all night,

trying to get

is even stronger here, and I

wolf urges. Here. Rut her here.

scar on the left side of her neck, and I swear her

shiver, triumph curves my lips. Her quick little intake of breath seems to shoot straight down to my cock. It has

whispers, and I growl my displeasure at her words. But her hands, tiny

her. Rut her. The Moon blesses

drag I take off this woman's skin. At some point, my hands had crawled of their own accord down her hips and around, gently massaging the

again, this time in approval, and she melts

bruise on her shoulder that seems to be covered in that powder women put

the tops of my thighs. Fuck, she's

myself again

cock, hot and wet and welcoming behind the barrier of her panties. I can feel it through my pants, especially when she wraps her legs around me and

then that she still hasn't given me her name, but the words that do come out of

rubbing against me in the most delicious little

Fuck. Me.