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40 Ava: Make Your Decision

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.”

mouth crashes down on mine,

of unrice as he kinnon me with a

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plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate

kiss and the hard planes

as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of

yanking my head back as he plunders my

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, wet denim against my core. The friction

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

alone.

biting

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We need to get to the

we don’t move anywhere as his fingers take the place of his leg.

blossoms into the greatest pleasure.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

about his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside that I can never touch

be screaming, because I can’t handle the pleasure.

this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But that voice is

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

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I beg

be mine, if only for this

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was a consideration, she says, and leaves it

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

would lead makes me

like an instant turn–off even in the face of Lycan

heat,

eyes at the empty

or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat

and inexperienced, and

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a slutty ball of desire when I

careful, Selene says out of nowhere.

look around, but I’m alone. My

control. What?

come through the

are unaware.

Shit.

do I do?

to tell the nurse.

heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You don’t have to be fully

Um.

so I could stare at her. I thought you

don’t think you need to be loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he had. I

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when you’re

Oh.

that makes

do I want that?

provided me with care

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 at the cost of

comfort.

stark contrast to

our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made mé feel like I was

who shattered my heart and

And yet…

trying to make amends, hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible that

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Make

the pain

what to think

me feel alive and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that followed, of the shame and humiliation I endured in the

of his rejection.

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

veins.

is it just the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths

I don’t know.

don’t know what

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

that I have a choice,

make it.

Ava: Make Your

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

frigid tiles of the shower stall. The icy water 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 to warn the