Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 467: Lisa: It’s All About Kellan

LISA

I lean down, ready to whisper something snarky, but Kellan’s hand finally releases the bed rail. It shoots up, tangling in my hair at the nape of my neck, and yanks me the rest of the way down. His mouth crashes against mine—hot, demanding, hungry. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and desperation.

My gasp disappears into his mouth. His teeth catch my lower lip, just this side of too rough, and a bolt of heat rips straight through me. My nipples ache, tight and throbbing against the fabric of my bra, and my skin buzzes like it’s desperate to be touched.

When he lets me go, we’re both panting. His eyes burn gold—wolf eyes—and his hungry, territorial look sends a fresh rush of heat between my legs.

I shift down his body, ready to finish what I started, but his fingers wrap around my arm—surprisingly gentle.

"Not like that," he says roughly.

I blink up at him.

"I want to come inside you." His gaze never wavers as one hand slides up my thigh, slow and claiming. "Not your mouth this time, baby. I want your pussy. I want to fill you."

The words hit me low and hard. My whole body clenches with want. Kellan isn’t normally so... dirty.

He’s more suggestive and primally there, with his brooding, sexy presence. Not like this.

I like it.

"You sure?" I ask, glancing at his injuries.

"Never been more sure of anything."

Normally, I’d roll my eyes at that. But desperate Kellan? Turns out he’s my type.

I climb over him carefully, straddling his hips. The thin hospital gown’s bunched around his waist, leaving him fully exposed. I’m still in my underwear, and when I lower onto him, my soaked panties pressed against the length of him, he groans in frustration.

"Off," he growls, and I chuckle.

I wiggle out of them without leaving my position. His cock drags against my folds as I settle again, and we both inhale sharply.

the

either side of his shoulders, careful not to press into the bandages. The blunt

stretches me open, inch by

breath stutters. His groan

and restraint. I can feel every throb of him, every twitch of my own body adjusting around his

aching, but I don’t chase my own pleasure yet. I focus on him—on the way his jaw tightens, on the ragged edge of his breath, on the golden

"Holy fuck," I whisper.

breaks through gritted teeth. "So

And then, "Ride me."

words hit like a command and a plea all

of my hips to start. The friction makes my whole body hum. His breath catches. He

rhythm, grinding slow, deep. Each drag sends sparks licking up my

he whispers.

sends a pulse through

motion drags him along nerves that make

everyone to smell you on me," he grits

damn. Dirty talk Kellan

his wrists, pinning them to the bed just

He lets me.

That’s hot, too.

you," I whisper against his mouth,

walls echo with our breath. His head falls back, throat exposed, his whole body trembling with

"You’re evil," he gasps.

"You love it."

He does.

relief. I focus on his reactions: the way his breath falters, the way his hips twitch despite himself, the sound

His eyes flutter shut.

his tongue.

and reverent—is my

"Yes," I breathe.

Something snaps in him.