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.”
down on mine,
he kinnon me
murarica na ha
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against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with
the hard planes of his body pressed against mine.
away the last vestiges of
hair, yanking my head back as he plunders
buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against
in turns until I’m writhing and riding his
alone.
whispers, biting at
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need to get to
the
blossoms into the greatest
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside that I
think I might be screaming, because I can’t handle the pleasure.
is wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against the roar
I need this, how badly I need my alpha to 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, keening moan, bucking my hips against his
Virgin Heat
I beg for more.
if only
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if you’re interested in Ava and her journey to find herself (it’s there in the plot
Lenaleia
Creator’s Thought
Comment 12
It was a consideration, she says, and leaves it at
defect. If I’d had Selene–if
life I would lead makes me shudder.
the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off
a second. Why aren’t you affected by my heat, if it’s because of the
my eyes
as you, child. A
young and inexperienced, and
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desire when I go through
Selene says
around, but I’m alone. My heat isn’t
control. What?
going to come through the window.
are unaware.
Shit.
do I do?
need to tell
you want. You don’t have to be
Um.
I thought you didn’t want me to
choose. I don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he had. I just think you
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when you’re more clear–minded.”
Oh.
that makes sense.
do I want that?
been nothing but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with care in the form of an entire
brink of insanity, he’s doing everything in his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door, ready to intervene if he loses control. He’s prioritizing my safety and well–being, even at the cost of his own
comfort.
stark contrast to
our moment in the
shattered my heart and left
And yet…
trying to make amends, hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my
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the pain he caused
know what to
made me feel alive and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that followed, of the shame
his rejection.
do what my body’s urging me to do. To mate with a near–stranger. To let
veins.
Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths of my heart?
I don’t know.
know what to do.
by fate or by the expectations of
that I have a
make it.
Ava: Make
to make a choice, Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there. If
the shower stall. The icy water cascades over my body, 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 station of what’s about to
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