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.”
crashes down on mine, swallowing
as he kinnon me with
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lips, stroking against mine in a blatant
him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of
hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my
yanking 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 is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the angle for
writhing and riding his leg in a way I never knew
alone.
he whispers, biting at
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bed. We need to get to the
move anywhere as his fingers take the place of
into the greatest pleasure.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Oh, my God.
his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside that I can
I might be screaming, because I can’t
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 me from
how badly I need this, how badly I need my alpha to claim me and sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated
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I beg for more.
mine, if
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a consideration, she says, and
a defect. If I’d had Selene–if I’d gone into heat like this in
lead makes me shudder.
thinking about it helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn–off even in the face
by my heat,
has me narrowing my eyes
am not as young or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat does not overcome me in that
and inexperienced,
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a slutty ball of desire when I go through heat? Not fair.
careful, Selene says out of nowhere.
alone.
control. What?
going to come through the window. Your guards
are unaware.
Shit.
I do?
to tell the
You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You don’t have to be fully
Um.
was here so I could stare at her. I thought you didn’t want me
you need to be loyal to a fate who didn’t recognize what he had. I just
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you’re more clear–minded.”
Oh.
guess that
I want that?
respectful. He’s provided me with care in the form of
in his power to protect me. Guards stand outside my door, ready to intervene if
comfort.
a stark contrast
our moment in the garden.
Lucas, who shattered my heart and left me questioning
And yet…
hasn’t he? The notes, the apologies, the meals left at my door. Is it possible that
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pain he
know what to think
Lucas, for the connection we shared, for the way he made me feel alive and whole.
of his rejection.
what my body’s urging me to do. To mate with a near–stranger. To let Clayton
veins.
the heat talking, clouding my judgment and obscuring the deeper truths of
I don’t know.
know what
or by the expectations of
a choice, it
make it.
Ava: Make
choose Clayton. Hurry. He’s almost there. If you can’t make a decision, your heat
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
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