Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 297 Ava: Marked

There's something different in his kiss, in the way his fingers dig into my skin. Every stroke of my hands has his eyes half-closed, a low groaning rumble spilling from his throat.

The power I hold with my touch leaves me fascinated, even as a heat deep within urges me to lie back and let him claim me.

Exploring the velvet heat of him is thrilling, but he yanks my hands off his cock and flips me over, trapping me beneath the weight of his body.

"Stop," he growls against my ear. "Or this'll be over before it even starts."

My laughter is breathless and quickly turns into a moan as his lips trail kisses down my back. There's a fire building inside me, spreading through my veins like a drug. I'm so sensitive to his touch, the pleasure is almost painful.

I want to claw my skin off. To meld into his body until we're one. I want him to kiss everywhere at once. He doesn't have enough hands for the desire exploding through me, the wetness pooling between my legs.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in hard, probably leaving bruises. I shove my ass back, wanting contact. Wanting him inside.

I can't handle any more teasing.

His whisper is hot and dark against my ear. "You like this, don't you? Knowing how much I want you?"

My throat is dry, and I can barely think straight as the bond between us pulses with need. "Yes," I rasp out. "Please, Lucas."

The side of my neck is on fire, wanting his attention. Wanting his kisses, the warmth of his tongue, his teeth. Desperate to be marked.

A low curse escapes his lips, and then his hand is around my throat, leaving my heart fluttering in my chest. The strength in his fingers is a thrill, as if my life is in his hands.

His knee pries my legs apart as he yanks my hips further back, his cock nudging against my entrance. "Mine," he grits out.

"Yours," I whisper, arching my head back and thrusting my neck further into his grasp. His fingers tighten for a moment, making me shudder beneath his grasp.

"Mine," he growls again, and I whimper as he thrusts into me, filling me with a harsh, primal need that matches my own.

onto my throat, the way his other hand digs into

the pain

I need it.

his in every sense of the word. I want him to dominate me—to take what's his. I can't speak, I can

bodies find a brutal rhythm. His thrusts are hungry and desperate, just like mine. He

of what's to come. "Ava," he grunts,

through the exhilarating joy of the bond that's

snaps. With a low, guttural snarl, his teeth sink

feel his teeth

His name tears from my throat as the world shatters and reforms around us. I'm drowning in sensation, in the bond that's crying

bond, finally

and desire anymore—it's a deep, unbreakable link. Our souls are intertwined, and I can feel him as surely as I feel myself. The emptiness in my head shatters as the warmth of his

sense of something missing finally returning. A voice I don't recognize, but unmistakable

wolf surges forward with a deep growl, and I can feel his golden eyes in my head as Lucas slams into me again, pleasure

rumbles, and I

and further, the primal need taking over as the pieces of our bond settle into place. It's like the

face until he spins me

is just...

heart

whispers I can't quite decipher pouring out of him. I can feel our combined presence still reeling from what just happened, a whole new depth added

and vulnerable, but I don't want him to let go. I need his touch, his

against us both. I can feel his adoration and love, and it sends another burst of warmth through

says, his voice deep and

us, soothing the overstimulation of this new bond, sliding in with a curious

my heart flipping with joy. I see

stiff. "That

"Selene. Yes."