Tangled

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.

and fuck me

Please.

keeps biting and suckling everywhere. I know I’m going to have marks all over my neck and shoulders, and my breasts ache to be touched, but

the juices I can feel running everywhere. I’m probably wetter than a slip’n’slide, and in my haze of desire, that doesn’t seem embarrassing

growl as he slams his hips into me, rubbing us together in the most

to my hair, yanking my head back

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have turned me off. Instead, I eagerly presented my neck, hoping he would bite and lick and suck

please.

and makes my entire body twitch and hum as I rock against him harder, the pain doing sinful things

far over the

near.

mouth slants over mine, hot and hard as he sucks out my

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 head against my shoulder

and my limbs grow heavy as the normal part of me takes

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my brain again.

but–he’s

Someone who said he was going to take

I want him to. I want him to.

Oh, my God.

embarrassment. I just let a complete stranger dry hump me against a tree, and

carefully adjusts my dress as best he can, 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

felt before.

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

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system just moments before. Our lips are just

air.

His phone.

under his breath and pulls back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the offending device. I can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the

interruption.

this,” he says,

“Don’t move.”

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

I can’t seem to form a coherent

never happened? My heart is telling me to stay, but my brain is screaming at me to get the hell out of here.

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of the Westwood pack. I can’t possibly be mated

to an alpha.

reeling under this belated recall of his introduction when he returns, his expression unreadable. He takes my hand in his, and all the gentleness has disappeared. His

Oh my God.