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. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and

warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. "I can

his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all-consuming

my lips in a

inside out. But

a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. "You need to be claimed, don't you, little

and over as he takes me with brutal,

my body craves, everything this 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

No claiming.

Just sex.

from all

But—

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

twin

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 water, and I struggle with the urge to lick every drop off his

murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my

tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession

the 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 as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my

my hair, yanking