Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 42 Ava: Virgin Heat (II)

I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me under. I'm so close, so fucking close—

But then Clayton pulls away, leaving me gasping and shaking with need, as he fumbles with his jeans. I whine in protest, my body arching towards him in a silent plea for more.

"Shh, little one," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you."

His fingers slide back inside me, his thumb circling my clit in a maddening rhythm that has me seeing stars.

And then he bites down on the tender skin where my neck meets my shoulder, his teeth sinking in just enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure through me. It's the final push I need, the last little bit of stimulation that sends me hurtling over the edge.

I come with a scream, my body shaking and trembling as the orgasm tears through me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Clayton's fingers are still moving inside me, drawing out the pleasure until I'm boneless and spent.

He pulls away slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he licks his lips. The evidence of my arousal glistens on his fingers, and the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine, Ava."

I should protest, should tell him that this doesn't change anything, that he's not my fated mate. But I can't find the words, can't bring myself to push him away. Because I need more.

And he knows it, because he lifts my hips like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his cock as he sucks hard on my neck again. The brief reprieve of desire is gone already, and I whimper, struggling to move my hips. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my slick entrance.

He's nibbling and licking at my crescent scar, and I have the clarity for just a second to whisper, "Don't claim me."

He growls, and I can feel the anger in him. He wants to claim me, wants to make me his.

I can't.

"No," I say, my voice a little stronger.

He growls again and bites at my neck, but doesn't claim me. Just licks and sucks on my crescent scar in a way that sends pulsing desire straight down to my clit.

from that alone, and in a single thrust, he slams

Pain.

So. Much. Pain.

that

he pants in my ear. "You're a

nod frantically, wanting to move but also needing to escape. It hurts so much, I'm pretty sure his cock is actually

But I want more.

before swearing viciously and kissing me with

"Shit. I can't—I'm sorry."

that question quickly fades away as he slams into me with a punishing

pain is still there, burning and stinging, but that intense pleasure every time he hits something deep inside is worth every bit of

his teeth, but there's

Shit.

Wait.

"No, Clayton, you can't—"

his fangs piercing

than anything I've ever felt before. It feels like my

that has my entire body exploding beneath

feel Clayton in my mind, forceful and demanding. His

I beg for more.

please, harder," I whimper, grabbing his hair and shoving him further into my

romantic stories I've heard of a claiming

snarling and fighting their presence in my mind. My mind and

voice in my mind whispers mate, demanding me to acknowledge. Selene and his wolf are snapping at

Goes.

And goes.

And goes.