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?"

it comes out a bit strained. "Pot, meet kettle.

might be going into heat. And it's affecting you, too." I don't remember Clayton being hot like this, though. Is it because of our

forward, his nose skimming along my neck. A soft growl rumbles in his

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

"I, uh... I slept with another alpha during my last

his head snaps up, a possessive snarl

of triumph dancing through the bond in my chest. Even without his memories, some part

across his face, as if he's surprised by his own vehemence. He takes a

again. "I don't

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

my body, and I

to have to leave if you keep smelling

feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I'm acutely aware of every point where his body touches mine, and it takes all my willpower not to

me here," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "She threw me into

on my hips loosening slightly. His eyes search mine, and I can see

to leave?" he

touch, is unbearable. But I know I have to give him a choice. He doesn't remember me, doesn't remember

you want me to," I say softly, even as

my hips. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I have to bite my

his voice rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's a statement of fact, delivered with all

It's like my body remembers his touch, even

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