Tangled
Chapter 39
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Selene’s words echo in my mind for a long time.
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I brace myself against the slick tiles, my chest heaving with harsh, ragged breaths as Clayton’s eyes blaze into mine. The heat between us is a living, breathing thing, a palpable force that crackles in the air like an electric
current.
“Clayton,” I manage, my voice a breathless rasp. “We need to… call the guards.”
My words would probably have a little more punch if I wasn’t still working my fingers between my thighs. His eyes fall from my face to my hands, and he steps
forward.
A thrill rushes through me, and I spread my legs a little farther. “The guards,” I prompt, even as I bring myself to yet another orgasm, panting as my face flushes with
its heat.
I want his fingers, not mine.
I want his tongue, not his fingers.
I want his cock, not his tongue.
I want…
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Fuck, I can’t handle this.
His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. I can see the war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.
“Ava,” he growls, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle to stay standing.
Clayton’s eyes zero in on the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.
“You’re playing with fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything I have not to take you right now.”
A whine escapes me at his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don’t find release soon.
“Please,” I beg, the word torn from my lips in a
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desperate, keening cry. “I need…”
I can’t bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he takes another step forward.
“You need your alpha,” he finishes, his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of yours is sated at
last.”
A broken moan spills from my lips as images explode behind my eyes–Clayton pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with his seed, branding me as his mate from the inside out.
It’s everything my body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming for me to let him claim me.
No claiming.
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Just sex.
Just relief from all this.
But-
“Guards,” I force out, my voice cracking with strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand, beckoning him
closer.
A low, rumbling snarl builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”
He closes the distance between us in two long strides, his hands slamming against the tile on either side of my head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked from the water, and I struggle with the urge to lick every drop off his skin.
“Let me take care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s mine.”
crashes down on mine, swallowing my
unrice as he kinnon me with a
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a blatant possession that has me arching into
drowning in the taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body
the fire rages hotter, burning away the
yanking my head back as he plunders
my lower abdomen in a way that makes my hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I
pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg in a way
alone.
perfect,” he whispers, biting
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to
his fingers take the place of his leg. They
and pain blossoms into
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
about his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside
think I might be screaming, because
me knows that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against the
claim me and sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against him with a low,
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I beg for more.
He’ll be mine, if only for this
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here on out! So if you’re interested in Ava and her journey to find herself (it’s there in the plot somewhere between all
Lenaleia
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she says, and
that I was a defect. If
lead
thinking about it helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like
by my heat, if it’s because of the Lycan part of
me narrowing my eyes at the
child. A heat does not overcome me in that way.
and inexperienced, and therefore
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slutty ball of desire when I
says out
I’m alone. My
control. What?
through the window. Your guards
are unaware.
Shit.
I
need to tell the nurse.
a claiming, if you want. You don’t have to be fully mated just because you mate once or
Um.
Selene was here so I could stare at her. I thought you didn’t
I don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate who didn’t
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you’re
Oh.
that makes sense.
I want
has been nothing but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with care in
us both to the brink of insanity, he’s doing everything in his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door,
comfort.
a stark contrast to
our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made mé
shattered my heart and left
And yet…
amends, hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible
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pain he caused me?
don’t know what
Lucas, for the connection we shared, for the way he made me feel alive and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that followed, of
his
to give in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to do. To mate with a near–stranger. To let Clayton soothe the desperate, aching need
veins.
truly want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding
I don’t know.
don’t know what to
the expectations of others. I can choose my own path,
that I have a choice, it feels impossible
make it.
Ava: Make Your Decision‘
or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there. If you can’t make a decision, your
but it does nothing to quell the searing flames that lick at my insides. I’m already struggling to think, going in circles, and I can’t leave the water to warn the nursing
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