Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 41 Ava: Virgin Heat (I)

I brace myself against the slick tiles, my chest heaving with harsh, ragged breaths as Clayton's eyes blaze into mine. The heat between us is a living, breathing thing, a palpable force that crackles in the air like an electric current.

"Clayton," I manage, my voice a breathless rasp. "We need to... call the guards."

My words would probably have a little more punch if I wasn't still working my fingers between my thighs. His eyes fall from my face to my hands, and he steps forward.

A thrill rushes through me, and I spread my legs a little farther. "The guards," I prompt, even as I bring myself to yet another orgasm, panting as my face flushes with its heat.

I want his fingers, not mine.

I want his tongue, not his fingers.

I want his cock, not his tongue.

I want…

Fuck, I can't handle this.

His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. I can see the war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.

"Ava," he growls, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle to stay standing.

builds in his

voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. "I can smell your need from here. It's

arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all-consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to

beg, the word torn from my lips in

can't bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his

"You need to be claimed, don't you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of yours

me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His

me knows that it isn't right, that Clayton isn't my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are

No claiming.

Just sex.

relief from all

But—

guards." I'm trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand, beckoning

closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. "No guards, little one," he counters,

against the tile on either side of my head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the

of you, Ava," he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips.

tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate

his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, clutching him closer as

yanking my head back as he plunders