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. It's a force beyond our control, a

uncertain futures. We're simply two halves of a whole, drawn together

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

his hands down my ribs, he settles them against my hips and walks me backward, guiding me until I feel the edge of the hospital bed pressing against the

probably telling

tell his wolf is here with us, part of the moment. When I fall back onto the bed,

moments for him to unbutton my jeans and yank them over my hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere

smooth motion drives

me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life to

thighs, and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more.

settles there, right at

with

how I try to shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts on the warmth of me, on the wetness I

Fuck.

scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving what little thought I have straight out of my

gone from a dark throb to

that." His growls, the approval in his words, sends

One isn't enough.

Not even close.

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

that comes out of his throat tells me

The stretch burns and I shove my hips toward his hand eagerly as he thrusts, his rhythm too slow.

insist, as another finger slides

words hot against my ear,