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.

in on the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step

one," he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. "I can smell your need from here. It's taking everything I have not to take you right

escapes me at his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living

my lips in a desperate,

myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he takes

need. "You need to be claimed, don't you, little one? Filled and

takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with his seed, branding me as his mate from the inside

maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn't right, that Clayton isn't my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming for me to

No claiming.

Just sex.

from

But—

voice cracking with strain. "We need... the guards." I'm trying to maintain

in Clayton's chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. "No guards, little one," he counters, his tone

can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He's soaked from the water, and I struggle with

his breath fanning hot across my lips. "Let me claim

as he kisses me with a ferocious, all-consuming hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant

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

hair, yanking my head back as he plunders