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.

alone, and in a single thrust, he slams his

Pain.

So. Much. Pain.

pleasure that

pants in my ear.

It hurts so much, I'm pretty sure his cock is actually a sword that's splitting

But I want more.

before swearing viciously and kissing me with a new type of desperation, his hands flexing

"Shit. I can't—I'm sorry."

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

impact is delicious. The pain is still there,

teeth,

Shit.

Wait.

"No, Clayton, you can't—"

hard, his fangs piercing my skin, and

felt

scream in pleasure that has my entire

I can feel Clayton in my mind, forceful and demanding. His wolf growls at Selene,

I beg for more.

his hair and shoving him further into

isn't the romantic stories I've heard of a claiming between mates. This is something

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

me to acknowledge. Selene and his wolf are snapping at each other. My mind is overcome with the cacophany as

Goes.

And goes.

And goes.