Tangled

Chapter 8

8 Ava: Gala (IV).

8 Ava: Gala (IV)

[WARNING: Mature Content]

If someone had told me that, mere days after that incident with Todd, I’d be in a similar situation with a stranger and enjoying the fuck out of myself, I would have advised them to check in to a psych ward. That’s not how trauma works.

But apparently it might.

Maybe it’s just because he’s so… Tall. Dark. Handsome. All the cliches you can dream, that’s him. Especially when he makes no secret of his attraction toward me, despite all the harsh words Jessa and Mom had thrown my way while getting ready. Apparently this man doesn’t think I’m too short, or that my hips are too wide. He seems to like them a lot, actually.

So when I feel his tongue against my neck and realize that the sensation is completely different coming from someone like Tall, Dark, and Sexy, that primitive part of me goes absolutely wild.

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That voice inside of me, the one that’s absolutely me, tries to tell me that maybe I should step back and think for a second. That this connection is weird. That I don’t act like this, and I should really respect myself

more.

But the throbbing down below tells that voice to shut the fuck up and move over, that he’s my fated, and then it asks him to slam me against a wall.

I have no idea where that level of bravado came from,

and when my back hits the rough bark of the tree to add more bruises to my body, desire floods everything in a way even romance novels hadn’t prepared me for.

Oh sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Sweet Moon Goddess. This man is magic.

Feeling the hard length of him shoved against the very core of me should have me running for the hills, and it doesn’t. Nope. I arch closer instead, aching and begging for more, peppering kisses along his jaw and rolling my hips toward him. I moan in appreciation when he pushes back, almost inside me if my damn panties could just spontaneously combust and get out of the way, but the moan changes to frustration as his hips pull back.

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Then his fingers are there, yanking my panties to the side as he slides his cock up the wet lips of my pussy, and oh my God.

So warm.

So hard.

fuck

Please.

and my breasts ache to be touched, but

he doesn’t, just slides up and down again, soaking himself in the juices I can feel running everywhere. I’m probably wetter than a slip’n’slide, and in my haze

he slams his hips into

rocking as his hand returns to my hair, yanking my head back in an act

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Instead, I eagerly presented my neck, hoping he

please. Fuck.

directly over my scar and makes my entire body twitch and hum as I rock against

of nowhere, sent so far over the cliff that I cleared it without realizing the

near.

mouth slants over mine, hot and hard as he sucks out my scream, claiming it for himself.

movement as he bites my lip and groans, something warm spreading against my abdomen. I can feel the sharp pain in my lip and know I’m bleeding, and he sucks at it like it’s ambrosia, before resting his

the stars, feeling my heart slow and my limbs grow heavy as the normal

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my brain again.

fated mate, but–he’s also a stranger who

who said he was going to take me

I want him to. I want him to.

Oh, my God.

happened finally hits me like a freight train, and I can feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I just let a complete stranger dry

despite the semen sticky against my abdomen. He does his best to pull it back into place and smooth out the wrinkles. Thankfully, the back fabric hides a lot, and I planned on changing at the hotel anyway. His touch

never felt before.

I find myself tilting my head up to

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as though I hadn’t gotten it out of my system just moments before. Our

air.

His phone.

breath and pulls back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the offending device. I can’t help but feel

interruption.

this,” he says, his voice low and rough.

“Don’t move.”

steps away to answer the call. My mind is

seem to form a coherent

to get the hell out of here. Plus, I need to run–in

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pack. I can’t possibly be mated

to an alpha.

hand in his,

Oh my God.

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