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

he kinnon me with

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past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession

in the taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body

burning away the last vestiges of

my hair, yanking my head

down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the angle for my clit, frustrating me to

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

alone.

he whispers, biting at my lips. “Fuck.

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bed. We need to get to the bed.”

as his fingers take the place of his leg.

into the greatest pleasure.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

his fingers curl, abusing that spot just

might be screaming, because I can’t handle

that voice is a mere whisper against the roar

maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against

Virgin Heat

as I beg for

mine, if only for this moment.

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Lenaleia

Creator’s Thought

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sighs. It was a consideration, she

think I’m truly grateful that I was a defect. If I’d had Selene–if I’d gone into heat like this in the

I would lead makes

too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face of Lycan

you affected by my heat, if it’s because of the Lycan

narrowing my eyes at the

child. A heat does not overcome

inexperienced, and therefore

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when I go

Selene says out of nowhere.

alone.

control. What?

come through the

are unaware.

Shit.

do I

need to tell

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.

could stare at her. I thought you didn’t

need to be loyal to a fate

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you’re more

Oh.

that makes sense.

I want that?

but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with

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

comfort.

stark contrast to Lucas.

who rejected me so callously after our moment in the garden. Lucas,

and left me questioning my own worth.

And yet…

make amends, hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my

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for the pain he

don’t know what

feel alive and whole. But

his

to give in to the temptation, to give in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to do. To mate with a near–stranger. To

veins.

Or is it just the heat

I don’t know.

don’t know what to do.

bound by fate or by the expectations

I have a choice, it feels impossible to

make it.

Make

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

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 come

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