Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Ava: Gala (IV)

[WARNING: Mature Content]

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If someone had told me that, mere days after that incident with Todd, I'd be in a similar situation with a stranger and enjoying the fuck out of myself, I would have advised them to check in to a psych ward. That's not how trauma works.

But apparently it might.

Maybe it's just because he's so… Tall. Dark. Handsome. All the cliches you can dream, that's him. Especially when he makes no secret of his attraction toward me, despite all the harsh words Jessa and Mom had thrown my way while getting ready. Apparently this man doesn't think I'm too short, or that my hips are too wide.

He seems to like them a lot, actually.

So when I feel his tongue against my neck and realize that the sensation is completely different coming from someone like Tall, Dark, and Sexy, that primitive part of me goes absolutely wild.

That voice inside of me, the one that's absolutely me, tries to tell me that maybe I should step back and think for a second. That this connection is weird. That I don't act like this, and I should really respect myself more.

But the throbbing down below tells that voice to shut the fuck up and move over, that he's my fated, and then it asks him to slam me against a wall.

I have no idea where that level of bravado came from, and when my back hits the rough bark of the tree to add more bruises to my body, desire floods everything in a way even romance novels hadn't prepared me for.

Oh sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Sweet Moon Goddess. This man is magic.

Feeling the hard length of him shoved against the very core of me should have me running for the hills, and it doesn't. Nope. I arch closer instead, aching and begging for more, peppering kisses along his jaw and rolling my hips toward him.

I moan in appreciation when he pushes back, almost inside me if my damn panties could just spontaneously combust and get out of the way, but the moan changes to frustration as his hips pull back.

Then his fingers are there, yanking my panties to the side as he slides his cock up the wet lips of my pussy, and oh my God.

So warm.

So hard.

fuck

Please.

keeps biting and suckling everywhere. I know I'm going to have marks all over my neck and shoulders, and my breasts ache to be touched, but everything's kind of busy

just slides up and down again, soaking himself in the juices I can feel running everywhere. I'm probably wetter than a slip'n'slide, and in my haze of desire, that doesn't seem embarrassing

growl as he slams his hips into

hair, yanking my head back in an act of submission that should

Hurt me, please. Fuck.

over my scar and makes my entire body twitch and hum as I rock against him harder, the pain doing sinful

I fall apart out of nowhere, sent so far over the cliff that I cleared it without realizing the end was

over mine, hot and hard as he sucks out my scream,

he bites my lip and groans, something warm spreading against my abdomen. I can feel

slow and my limbs grow heavy

stranger who admitted to stalking me out here. Someone who said he was going to

want him to. I

Oh, my God.

with embarrassment. I just let a complete

I feel his hands on me again, but this time, they're gentle. He carefully adjusts my dress as best he can, despite the semen sticky against my abdomen. He does his best to pull it back into place and smooth out the wrinkles. Thankfully, the back fabric hides

makes my heart

spine once again, as though I hadn't gotten it out of my system just moments

His phone.

his pocket to retrieve the offending device. I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the

says, his voice low

mind is still reeling from what just happened, and I can't seem

I run away and pretend this never happened? My heart is telling me to stay, but my brain is screaming at me to get the hell out of here. Plus, I need to run—in general. He'd mentioned me coming with him before we had, er, connected in the way

he's the alpha of the Westwood pack. I can't possibly be

unreadable. He takes my hand in his, and all the gentleness has disappeared. His

Oh my God.

all. This is a hump and run. Son

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