Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 296 Lucas: Her Touch

My world has been nothing but shades of gray since the moment I opened my eyes.

A life I don't recognize.

Unfamiliar faces. Voices. Scents. Relentless pain.

Concerned friends, but can I trust them? Are they allies, or enemies playing a dangerous game?

Crazy stories of a world gone mad, and endless silence where half my soul should reside.

It's as though I've been living in a haze of simmering rage. At the world. At those who proclaim friendship. And this mysterious, alleged mate of mine, who comes in smelling like sex and hope, with wide blue eyes and the golden hair of an angel.

She's too perfect.

I'm drawn to her. Every inch of me clamors to soothe the grim lines around her lips, to take away the burdens weighing down her tiny shoulders. Some part of me insists that she's mine and I need to keep her, to hide her away from everyone's view until she's so wholly mine she can't even breathe without me.

I want to possess her.

My lips brush against the crescent scar on Ava's neck. The constant tension in my muscles eases, replaced by a warmth I can't explain. Her scent envelops me, that mix of honey and vanilla that feels like coming home.

I'm so tired. Tired of second-guessing every word, every touch. Tired of searching for hidden motives behind kind gestures. Tired of feeling like a stranger in my own skin.

But here, with Ava in my arms, the world makes sense again.

Her soft gasp as I trace the scar with my tongue sends a shiver down my spine. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer. I want to memorize every curve, every freckle, every scar.

"Lucas," she whispers, her voice trembling.

I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Those blue eyes, wide and vulnerable, hold a universe of emotions. I want to understand everything about her.

murmur, though I'm not sure if I'm reassuring her

so fragile in my arms. Yet

woke up. Everything's been muted, distant. But Ava...

time since opening my eyes to this unfamiliar life, I feel anchored. Grounded. The constant buzz of suspicion in the back of my mind quiets, replaced by a certainty I can't

is right. She

burn,

it now, deep in my

belongs. Her warmth seeps

starving man at a feast, I'm desperate to gorge

from her face. My thumb brushes her cheek, reveling

as I lower her onto the bed. Her eyes are as

Willing.

Waiting.

with desire.

me not to just take what I need from her. What my body

my arm as I lean down. Her lips are so damn sweet. So soft. The moment they

a lifetime just kissing her. Exploring every contour of her mouth.

own, they wander, mapping her curves. Exploring what's mine to claim. Ava arches into me, a soft moan caught between our lips. The sound goes straight to my cock. I ache for

For the moment when we're so tangled up that I don't know where

I'm meant to be. Here, in this bed,

the world falls

I burn to feel her under me. To watch her expression as I

my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my back. Everything in me tightens at

am I naked when you still have your clothes on?" Her whisper against my lips has

thought you needed to regain your energy." But I'm no fool; it takes two seconds to yank my shirt over my

heated, has that primal part of me racing to the forefront. A low growl rumbles in my

"I'm energized."

fingers dig into my shoulders, her lips opening under mine as I plunder her mouth. This kiss isn't soft or gentle—it's a claiming.

Mine.