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.

low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its

low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. "I can

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

my lips in a

bring 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

tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. "You need to be claimed, don't you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of yours is

with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together

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

No claiming.

Just sex.

from

But—

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

his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. "No guards, little one," he counters, his tone laced with steel. "Just you...

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

care of you, Ava," he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. "Let me claim

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

against mine. My fingers tangle

of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my