Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 381

Chapter 381 Lucas: Marking

LUCAS

I need to temper my desire, because there's an aggression behind it born of frustration and anger, mixed with relief that she's alive.

But Ava, my sweet mate, meets my passion at every step.

My fingers trail over Ava's skin, savoring each shiver, each gasp. Her pulse races beneath my touch, and the sweet scent of her arousal fills my senses. Aurum's already lost to it, demanding me to claim, to mark, to possess—but I force that primal urge down. Ava deserves better than a rutting beast.

Even if the bond in my chest tells me to leave every inch of her marked for my pleasure.

"Lucas." Her voice breaks on my name as I peel away her shirt.

A growl rumbles through my chest at the sight of her bare skin. The marks I left days earlier have already faded, and something dark and possessive inside me needs to replace them. "Mine."

Her fingers tangle in my hair as I trail kisses down her neck. The taste of her skin, honey-sweet and addictive, makes my head spin. Each breath draws more of her scent into my lungs until I'm drunk on it.

"Please." She arches against me as I unclasp her bra.

The fabric falls away, and another growl tears from my throat at the sight of her perfect breasts. My hands span her ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of those tempting curves. Her skin is so soft, so delicate compared to my callused palms.

I back her toward the bed. Her pants join the growing

I get so lucky? This fierce, stunning

my control, desperate to claim what's ours. But I won't rush this. Won't let the beast's urgency override my need to worship every

Her voice carries a note of command that makes both

wicked grin curves my lips as I slowly drag the cotton down

fingers trail up her inner thigh, savoring each tremor of anticipation. Her breath catches as I press a kiss to her hip bone. The sweet scent of her need fills my lungs, making my head spin. But I pull back before giving her what she

Her voice carries a

witch." I trace patterns on her skin, deliberately avoiding where

hair, tugging sharply. "You're

I press another kiss to her stomach, letting my stubble scrape against her sensitive skin. Her whole body arches at the sensation. "I just want to appreciate every inch of you." And bite every inch while

cut off in a gasp as I nip

I move up her body, letting my weight pin her to the mattress. The heat of her bare

dig into my shoulders. "You know

that has her writhing beneath me. When I pull back, her eyes are dark with need.

impossible." She tries to pull me back down,

and dip of her body.

I won't give in. Not yet. The wolf wants to claim, to possess, to mark—but the man wants to drive her mad

races beneath my lips. The

She arches against me as

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