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

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lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him

taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his

as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges

curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he

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,

twisting, pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his

alone.

whispers, biting at

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to

his fingers take the place of his leg.

pain blossoms into the

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside

think I might be screaming, because I can’t handle the

letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against

my alpha to claim me and sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against

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I beg for more.

mine, if only

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Creator’s Thought

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It was a consideration, she says,

I think I’m truly grateful that I was a defect.

life I would lead makes me

thinking about it helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like

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

eyes at the empty

you, child. A heat does not overcome me in that

and inexperienced, and

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slutty ball of desire when

Selene says out of

alone. My

control. What?

going to come through the window. Your

are unaware.

Shit.

do I

to tell the

alpha would help your heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You don’t have

Um.

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

with whoever you choose. I don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate

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you’re more clear–minded.”

Oh.

that makes

I want

provided me

Guards stand outside my door, ready to intervene if he loses control. He’s prioritizing my safety and well–being, even at the

comfort.

contrast to Lucas.

after our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made

and left me

And yet…

The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible that he regrets

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the pain he caused

don’t know what to

the way he made me feel alive and whole. But

of his

in to the temptation, to give in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to do. To

veins.

want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths of my

I don’t know.

know what to do.

bound by fate or by the expectations of others. I can choose my own path, my own destiny.

have a choice, it feels impossible

make it.

Make Your Decision‘

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

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

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