Tangled
Chapter 39
40 Ava: Make Your Decision
Selene’s words echo in my mind for a long time.
41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)
41 Ava: Virgin Heat (I)
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.”
mouth crashes down on
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my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant
the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed
burning away
yanking my head back as he
other slides down, pressing against 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
twisting, pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg
alone.
perfect,” he whispers, biting at my
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need to get to the bed.”
his fingers take the place of his
pain blossoms into the greatest pleasure.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
his fingers curl, abusing that spot just
screaming, because I can’t handle the pleasure.
happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against
sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against him with a low, keening moan, bucking
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beg
He’ll be mine, if
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Creator’s Thought
Comment 12
sighs. It was a consideration, she
defect. If
I would lead makes me
helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face
second. Why aren’t you affected by my heat, if it’s because of the Lycan part of
me narrowing my eyes at the
young or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat does not overcome me in that way.
I’m young and inexperienced, and therefore I
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when I
says out of
look around, but I’m alone. My heat isn’t out
control. What?
to come through the window. Your guards
are unaware.
Shit.
I do?
need to tell
an alpha would help your heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you
Um.
wish Selene was here so I could stare at her. I thought you
don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he had.
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when you’re
Oh.
that makes
do I want that?
nothing but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with care in the form of an entire
stand outside my door, ready to intervene if he loses control. He’s prioritizing my safety and well–being, even at the
comfort.
a stark contrast to Lucas.
me so callously after our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made mé feel like I was
my heart and left me questioning my own worth.
And yet…
to make amends, hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible that he regrets his actions?
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pain he caused me?
don’t know what
for 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 the
of his rejection.
heat and do what my body’s urging me to do.
veins.
want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths
I don’t know.
what
be bound by fate or by the expectations of others. I can choose my own path,
that I have a
make it.
Ava: Make
need to make a choice, Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there. If you can’t make a
searing flames that lick at my insides. I’m already struggling to think, going in circles, and I can’t leave the water
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