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.”
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lips, stroking against mine in a blatant
in the taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his
as the fire rages hotter, burning away
of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my mouth.
hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at
pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg in a way I
alone.
biting
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need–the bed. We need to
don’t move anywhere as his fingers take the place of
into
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
that spot just inside that I can never touch quite right.
screaming, because
voice is a mere whisper against the roar of
and sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and
Virgin
as I beg for more.
if only for this
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she says, and leaves
time, I think I’m truly grateful that I was a defect. If I’d had
life I would lead
helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face of
affected by my heat,
me narrowing my eyes
you, child. A heat does not overcome me in
young and inexperienced,
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slutty ball of desire when I
says out of
look around, but I’m alone. My
control. What?
through the window.
are unaware.
Shit.
do I do?
need to tell the
a claiming, if you want. You don’t have
Um.
was here so I could stare at her. I thought you
don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate who
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you’re more
Oh.
guess that makes
I
provided me with care in the form
with my heat driving us both to the 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
comfort.
a stark contrast to
me so callously after our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made mé
Lucas, who shattered my heart and left me questioning my own worth.
And yet…
The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible that he regrets his actions? That he
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the pain he caused
don’t know what to think anymore.
for the way he made me feel alive and whole. But my mind
his
the temptation, to give in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to do. To mate
veins.
I truly want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment
I don’t know.
don’t know what
by the expectations of others. I
a choice, it feels impossible to
make it.
Make
choice, Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost
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 come through
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