Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 115 Ava: Fate's Urging

Ava, Selene warns in my mind, her voice a distant echo. Remember what you need.

I try to focus on her words, but it's hard when Lucas is kissing me like this, like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.

His hands slide under my shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over my sensitive skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Lucas," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "We have to stop."

He pulls back, his golden eyes blazing with desire. "I know. I'm sorry. I just can't control myself around you."

But his hands are still seeking, and I'm still arching into their touch. Rough fingers pull the cup of my bra low, and his thumb flicks over my nipple.

I take a shaky breath, trying to clear my head. "I need time, Lucas. Space. I can't do this right now."

But I step closer, trying to yank his shirt out of his waistband.

I should push him away, remind him of the boundaries I've fought so hard to establish, but my traitorous body melts into his embrace, craving his touch like a parched flower thirsts for rain.

The way my name lingers on his lips, the way he breathes it like reverent prayer against my ears as his fingers continue to tug and twist in a sensual dance against my breast? I'm lost. Drowning beneath sensation.

The very core of me throbs with a need so basic, so simple, and so consuming.

"Lucas," I whisper, my voice a breathless plea. "We can't..."

But even as the words leave my lips, I'm pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens me. He meets me halfway, his kiss searing and possessive, claiming me as his own.

bond between us has flared to life, a pulsing, living thing that demands to be acknowledged.

and Lucas, two individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We're simply two halves of a

way that drags a moan out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of desire straight to my clit in a way that

backward, guiding me until I feel the

pay any attention. She's probably

eyes flash and glow, I can tell his wolf is here with us, part of the moment. When I fall

unbutton my jeans and yank them over my hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him to land in a

smooth motion drives

hunger in his golden eyes. He looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life to protect me. It's a heady feeling, one

and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more. More friction,

have disappeared with my jeans and his mouth settles there, right at the core

his hair with such force that my knuckles

I try to shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts

Fuck.

shoves inside, as his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving

first orgasm catches me by surprise, having gone from a dark throb to over

growls, the approval in his

One isn't enough.

Not even close.

he shifts position, kissing his way up my belly as one of his hands settles between

of his throat

shove my hips toward his hand eagerly as he thrusts, his rhythm

I insist, as another finger slides

love?" he asks, his words hot against my