Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 305 Ava: Under His Control (I)

Lucas's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

There's heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.

His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn't answer my question, Luna."

His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"

"Are you sure you aren't doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.

"I'm not—Lucas…" My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.

"What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I'm drenched.

His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. "Do you want me to breed you, Luna?"

My entire body goes up in flames.

Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You're going to pass out from sensory overload at this rate.

You're not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tormenting me with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they're swollen and aching for more.

"No answer?" he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. "What do you want, my sweet little mate?"

"I... I want..."

I can't finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.

Teasing.

Tormenting.

burning up, panting,

I need to feel your skin against mine." His voice is

can't do anything else. I'm putty in his hands, a slave to

my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I

His chest is warm against my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent,"

down my body, gripping my hips and pulling me back against the hard length of

pleasure through

nod frantically.

growls, a deep, primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through me.

between my

mark onto my neck,

want to scream it at him, but the words

open, hooking them outside of his. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene

but it just makes me shake

my back. "Anything for you, Luna. But I want

can barely form words anymore. I'm a mess of need, desperate for release, for him.

to my breasts, trying to relieve some of the pressure

knees and beg your

of my body. When he says "breed", desire pools

his lap, hearing a rumble of satisfaction as he slaps

Why is that hot?

of his waistband. He grabs

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

way his jaw is clenched—he's holding himself

The floor is cold, but