Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 361 Ava: Frenzied Hello

Two seconds after I make it through the door, a dark figure pounces on me.

For a split second, panic jacks up my heart rate. Then campfire smoke and amber fill the space around me, and I realize it's Lucas.

A squeal escapes my lips as he shoves me against the door, his mouth crashing onto mine. The cold from outside vanishes in an instant, replaced by a searing heat that threatens to consume me whole. His lips move with a desperate urgency, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts.

For a moment, I lose myself in the passion of our reunion. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if I could meld us into one being. But reality intrudes as I feel the snow melting between us, dampening his skin.

"Lucas," I mutter against his lips, trying to push him away. "I'm covered in snow."

He doesn't budge an inch. "Don't care," he growls, capturing my mouth again.

His hands cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he deepens the kiss. The heat radiating from his palms feels like a furnace against my chilled skin. It's almost too much, too intense. I wonder briefly if I'm that cold from being outside, or if he's running hotter than usual.

With a herculean effort, I manage to slip out of his grasp. My breath comes in short pants as I move to take off my jacket and boots. Lucas prowls behind me, his presence almost palpable. There's something different about him, an edge of agitation that isn't normal. His movements are more predatory, reminding me of a wolf at hunt.

into my voice as I turn to

my spine that has nothing to do with the lingering cold. He doesn't answer immediately, just continues

again,

a step closer, and I instinctively back up until I hit the wall. His scent envelops me, stronger and more potent than usual. It's intoxicating, making my

his voice a low

in his hands. Something isn't right. "I

against my skin as he inhales deeply. "You smell so good," he murmurs, nuzzling the spot where my neck meets my

gasp escapes me as his teeth graze my skin. Heat pools in my belly, desire

slightly, his eyes meeting mine. There's a wildness there that both thrills and terrifies me. "Nothing happened," he says, but there's a tension in his jaw that tells me he's not being

my thoughts. His hands slide down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I melt into him, my body responding to his touch even as my

kisses along my jaw and down my neck. A soft moan escapes me as he nips

his hair,

his tongue sweeping into

skimming across my bare skin. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me, and I can't help but respond, my own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. He's only wearing a pair of jeans, leaving nothing

Eyes of molten gold are filled