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. You're not

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

A soft growl rumbles in his chest, sending shivers down my spine

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

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

eyes flash gold as his head snaps up, a possessive snarl escaping him. "Damn

smile at his reaction, a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond

his own vehemence. He takes

"I don't know why

watching him shiver beneath my touch.

through my body, and I have to fight to keep

leave if you keep smelling

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

my voice barely above a whisper. "She threw me into

I can see the conflict raging within him. He's fighting against his instincts, against the pull

you want to leave?" he asks, his

my head, unable to lie to him. The thought of walking away from him now, when every fiber of my being is screaming for his touch, is unbearable. But I know I have to

me to," I say softly, even as

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

you to leave," he says, his voice rough with need. It's not a request

closing my eyes as a familiar 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

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