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.

my neck and shoulders, and my breasts ache to be touched, but everything’s kind of busy on my lower half as

again, soaking himself in the juices I can feel running everywhere. I’m probably wetter than a

his hips into

yanking my head back

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I eagerly presented my neck, hoping he

me, please. Fuck.

and hum as I rock against him harder, the pain doing sinful

fall apart out of nowhere, sent so far over the cliff that I cleared it without realizing the end was

near.

as he sucks out my

frantic, before his entire body tenses and shudders. The kiss ends in an abrupt 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

and my

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my brain again.

mate, but–he’s also a

who said

him to. I want

Oh, my God.

complete stranger dry hump me against a tree, and I liked it. No, I loved it. What the hell is wrong with me?

his best to pull it back

never felt

myself tilting my head up to meet

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it out of my system just moments before. Our lips are just about to touch when a shrill

air.

His phone.

into his pocket to retrieve the offending device. I can’t

interruption.

take this,” he says, his

“Don’t move.”

in silence, watching as he steps away to answer the call. My mind is still reeling from

can’t seem to form a coherent

do now? Do I wait for him to come back? Do I run away and pretend this never happened? My heart is telling me to stay, but my brain is screaming at me to get the hell out of here. Plus, I

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I can’t possibly

to an alpha.

my hand in his,

Oh my God.

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