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.

in a single thrust, he slams

Pain.

So. Much. Pain.

pleasure that

he pants in my ear. "You're a

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

But I want more.

swearing viciously and kissing me with

"Shit. I can't—I'm sorry."

what he's sorry for, but that question quickly fades away as he slams into me with a punishing

hurt, but the impact is delicious. The pain is still there, burning and stinging, but that intense pleasure every time he

can feel his teeth, but there's something

Shit.

Wait.

"No, Clayton, you can't—"

fangs piercing my skin,

in a pain worse than anything I've ever felt before. It feels like

scream in pleasure that has my entire body

my mind, forceful and

I beg for more.

I whimper, grabbing his hair and shoving him further into

the romantic stories I've heard of a claiming between mates.

in my mind. My mind and body are dominated by Clayton's brutal pace. I realize that I'm still

voice in my mind whispers mate, demanding me to acknowledge.

Goes.

And goes.

And goes.