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.

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

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

body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all-consuming blaze that

I beg, the word torn from my lips in a desperate, keening cry.

craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with

need your alpha," he finishes, his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. "You need to be claimed, don't you, little one? Filled and

explode behind my eyes—Clayton pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods

small, rational part of me knows that it isn't right, that Clayton isn't my fated mate, no matter how

No claiming.

Just sex.

relief from

But—

out, my voice cracking with strain. "We need... the guards." I'm trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my

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

us in two long strides, his hands slamming 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 steamy air. He's soaked from the

he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

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

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

into my hair, yanking my head back as he