Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Ava: Re-Establishing...

"Lucas!" I call out sharply, shoving against his chest. My heart races, desire coursing through my veins as fear dissipates. He isn't violent. He's just affected by my heat.

And as much as I'd love to have it take over us both, I can't let that happen. I know how it feels to regret decisions made in the moment. I don't want Lucas to feel that way about us.

He blinks, shaking his head as if clearing fog from his mind. Stepping back, he murmurs, "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me."

"It's okay," I say softly. "I think our bond is trying to reassert itself, now that I'm here." It's what makes the most sense in this scenario, anyway.

My bond yearns toward him in my chest, and it's physically painful to not step forward and nuzzle into his chest.

Lucas nods slowly, his brow furrowed. "That makes sense. The way I'm drawn to you is overwhelming." Even as he says that, he lifts his hand to brush his fingers against my cheek. I can't help but lean into his touch, craving the connection we once had. His skin feels like fire against mine.

I want so much more than this.

"Why are you so hot?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

I blink, confused. "Me? You're the one burning up."

Lucas shakes his head. "No, your cheeks are flushed. You feel warm."

As if on cue, a chill runs through my body, making me shiver. Lucas' eyes narrow.

"You have a fever," he says sharply. "Why?"

a bit strained. "Pot, meet kettle. You're not exactly

heat. And it's affecting you, too." I don't remember Clayton being hot like this, though. Is it

then leans forward, his nose skimming along my neck. A soft growl rumbles in his chest, sending shivers down my spine

you usually do?" he asks, his voice husky.

another alpha during my last heat." I rush to add, "But that's not an

up, a possessive snarl

but smile at his reaction, a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond in my chest. Even without his memories, some part of him

if he's surprised by his own vehemence. He takes a step back, running a hand through

says again. "I don't know why I'm acting like

arm gently, watching him shiver beneath my touch. "It's okay. It's the

body, and I have to fight to keep my knees from buckling. He stares down at me, his eyes

you keep smelling like

rising in my cheeks. I'm acutely aware of every point where his body touches mine,

here," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

at my words, his grip on my hips loosening slightly. His eyes search mine, and I can see the conflict raging within

leave?"

walking away from him now, when every fiber of my being is screaming for his touch, is unbearable. But I know I have to give him a choice. He doesn't

you want me to," I say softly, even as my heart aches at

flex against my hips. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I

with need. It's not a request or a

fire spreads through my veins. It's like my body remembers his touch, even if his mind doesn't remember me. Every cell in my body is singing, calling out

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