Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 362 Ava: His Pace

Lucas shifts, crawling up my body until his mouth hovers over mine. His breath fans across my lips, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me what you need, mate," he whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. "Tell me what you want me to do."

I want him to devour me. To make me forget everything but the feel of him against me, inside me.

"Say it," he insists, lips brushing against mine. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I whisper, hands skimming down his sides. "I want you."

His cock is hard against my thigh, thick and hot. I wrap my hand around it, stroking him slowly as he kisses me. It's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"You have me," he growls, nipping at my jaw. "Always."

His mouth finds mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. My hand moves between us, guiding him to my entrance. Hot. Warm. Everything I need, as anticipation has my thighs shaking.

One thrust and he's inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. The stretch is divine, and I throw my head back with a moan, lifting my hips to urge him deeper.

A quick roll of his hips obliges, but then he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. It's a slow, torturous pace, and he doesn't waver, even as I scrabble to grip his hips and drag him forward. Each movement drags a whimper from me, my body arching to meet his. I want faster, harder, but he holds me down, his hands firm on my hips.

He knows what I need but takes what he wants. Slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure until it builds to an unbearable pitch. I can feel it coiling in my belly, a tight knot of sensation that threatens to snap me in two.

"Lucas, please," I beg, hands clawing at his back. My fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, to pull him in deeper.

whispers against my lips, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. "I've got you, little mate. Let

burst of color and light, pleasure shooting through

until it tapers off into aftershocks. I'm boneless, floating in a haze of pleasure,

bounce as he pushes up into me, his hands gripping my hips. I move with him, riding

little insecure up here, having him watch

my weight, worried that I might be crushing him, even if it's ridiculous. The man's stronger than an

tighter against him. "No, little mate.

my brain falters. The drag and pull of his cock inside me has

Oh, that's... Yeah.

That's what I need.

grabbing my hips to help guide me, showing me the rhythm he

a little shiver over my

My moan fills the room, my body clenching around him as he thrusts up into me. The pace is leisurely, almost lazy, but every movement drags another

even if the pack can hear it all outside our

cock inside me turns my thighs to liquid fire. They shake from the effort. It's harder than

it," he says again, voice rougher now, more strained. "You're doing so good, little mate. Come on. Faster. Ride

forward, bracing my hands on his shoulders, and move faster, finding a rhythm we both need.

filling my ears. No words are needed as his hands fall away from my hips, skimming up my sides to cup my breasts instead. His thumbs brush

"Oh—"

rolls his hips, lifting to meet me, and the world tilts on its axis. Everything narrows down to the feel of him inside