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, swallowing my

unrice as he

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a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate mewl.

and the hard planes of his body pressed

burning away the last vestiges of

my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my mouth.

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

riding his leg in a way I never knew I could, exploding

alone.

perfect,” he whispers, biting

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to

we don’t move anywhere as his fingers take the place of his leg. They plunge inside without any

into

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

that spot just

think I might be screaming, because I can’t

happen. But that voice is a mere whisper

blaze. Clayton’s tongue

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I beg for more.

be mine, if

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Creator’s Thought

Comment 12

It was a consideration, she says, and leaves it

was a defect. If I’d had Selene–if I’d gone into heat like this in

would lead makes

the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an

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

my eyes at the empty

as young or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat does

inexperienced, and therefore I

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of desire when I go

Selene says out of nowhere.

look around, but I’m alone.

control. What?

through

are unaware.

Shit.

I

to tell the

if you want. You don’t have

Um.

her. I thought you didn’t want me

I don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate

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Make

you’re more clear–minded.”

Oh.

that makes

I want that?

nothing but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with

his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door, ready to intervene if he loses

comfort.

stark contrast to Lucas.

callously after our moment in the garden.

and

And yet…

the meals left at my door. Is it possible that he regrets his actions? That he

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the pain

don’t know what to think

and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that followed,

his rejection.

in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to do. To

veins.

just the heat talking, clouding my judgment

I don’t know.

know what

bound by fate or by the expectations

that I have a choice, it feels impossible

make it.

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a choice, Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there. If you can’t make

searing flames that lick at my

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