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 chest. He

low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. "I can smell your need from here. It's taking everything I have not

words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all-consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I

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

to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to

your alpha," he finishes, his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. "You need to

and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together

that it isn't right, that

No claiming.

Just sex.

relief from

But—

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

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

as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can

Ava," he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

with a ferocious, all-consuming hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a

his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, clutching him closer as the fire rages hotter, burning away

my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders