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,
he kinnon me with a
murarica na ha
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in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a
in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle
burning away the last
his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as
between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I
rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg in a way I
alone.
whispers, biting at my lips.
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need–the bed. We need to get to the
we don’t move anywhere as his fingers take the place of his
pain blossoms into
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
that spot just inside that I can never touch quite
think I might be screaming, because I
that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against the roar of instinct, against the primal cravings that consume
this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against him with a low, keening moan, bucking my
Virgin Heat (1)
as I beg
mine, if only for
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on out! So if you’re interested in Ava and her journey to find herself (it’s there in the plot somewhere between all the smoot smoot), or if you shamelessly are
Lenaleia
Creator’s Thought
Comment 12
she says,
I was a defect. If I’d had
would lead makes me
thinking about it helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face of Lycan reproductive urges.
second. Why aren’t you affected by my heat, if it’s because of the Lycan part
eyes at the empty air.
or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat does not overcome me in that way.
and inexperienced, and
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when I go through heat?
careful, Selene says
alone. My heat
control. What?
to come through the window.
are unaware.
Shit.
I
to tell the
your heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You
Um.
could stare at her. I thought you didn’t want me to mate with Clayton. He’s
loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he
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when you’re more
Oh.
that
I want that?
nothing but kind and respectful. He’s provided me with care in the form
everything in his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door, ready
comfort.
a stark contrast to Lucas.
rejected me so callously after our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made mé
my heart and left me
And yet…
left at my door. Is it
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the pain he caused me?
what to think
feel alive and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that
his
the temptation, to give in to my heat and do what my body’s urging me to
veins.
truly want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths
I don’t know.
what to do.
fate or by the expectations of
that I have a choice, it feels impossible to
make it.
Make Your
Ava. Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost
the searing flames that lick at my insides. I’m already struggling to think, going in circles, and I
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