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.”

mouth crashes down on mine,

as he kinnon

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in a blatant possession that has me arching

his kiss and the hard planes of his

rages hotter, burning away the last

curls into my hair, yanking my head back as

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

fingers dive there, twisting, pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg in a way I

alone.

perfect,” he whispers, biting

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We need to get to the bed.”

move anywhere as his fingers take the place of his leg. They plunge inside without

blossoms into the greatest

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

about his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside that I can

I might be screaming, because

be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against the roar of instinct, against the primal

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

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mine, if only for

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consideration, she says, and leaves it

truly grateful that I was a defect. If

life I would lead makes

heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face

Why aren’t you affected by my heat, if it’s because of the Lycan part

my eyes at the empty

inexperienced as you, child. A heat

inexperienced,

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Make

slutty ball of desire when I go through heat? Not

says out of nowhere.

but I’m alone. My heat

control. What?

to come through the window. Your

are unaware.

Shit.

I

need to tell the nurse.

with an alpha would help your heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You don’t have to be fully mated just because you

Um.

I wish Selene was here so I could stare at her. I thought you didn’t want me

loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he

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you’re

Oh.

that

I want that?

respectful. He’s provided me with care in the form of an entire

insanity, he’s doing everything in his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door, ready to intervene if

comfort.

a stark contrast

the garden. Lucas, who made mé feel like I

shattered my heart and left me

And yet…

The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my

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for the pain he caused

what

feel alive and whole. But my mind

his rejection.

do what my body’s urging me to do. To mate with a near–stranger. To let Clayton soothe

veins.

just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring

I don’t know.

don’t know what to do.

expectations of others. I can choose

I have a choice, it feels impossible

make it.

Make Your Decision‘

Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there.

does nothing to quell the searing flames that lick at my insides. I’m already struggling to think, going in circles,

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