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.

to

running everywhere. I’m probably wetter than a slip’n’slide, and in my

rumble of his growl as he slams his hips into me, rubbing us together in the most delicious tease.

hair, yanking my head back in an act of submission that

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my neck, hoping he would

please.

and hum as I rock against him harder, the pain doing sinful things to the place where we are so close to being

far over the cliff that I cleared it without realizing the

near.

hot and hard as he

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

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

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my brain again.

but–he’s also a stranger

Someone who said he was

him to. I want him

Oh, my God.

my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I just let a complete stranger dry hump me against a tree, and I liked it. No, I loved

pull it back into place and smooth out the wrinkles.

never felt before.

again, and I find myself tilting my head up to meet him halfway, desire tingling down

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once again, as though I hadn’t gotten it out of my system just moments before. Our lips are

air.

His phone.

pocket to retrieve the offending device. I can’t help

interruption.

he says, his

“Don’t move.”

away to answer the call. My mind is still

to form a coherent thought.

is screaming at me to get the hell out of here. Plus, I

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of the Westwood pack. I can’t possibly be

to an alpha.

my hand in his, and all

Oh my God.

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