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.

to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No claiming.

Just sex.

relief from

But—

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

Clayton's chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald

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

Ava," he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my

as he kisses me with a ferocious, all-consuming hunger. His tongue plunges

heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, clutching him closer as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last

curls into my hair, yanking