Tangled

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (I)

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.

the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I

his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.

racing down my spine. “I can

inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don’t

the word torn from my

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cry. “I

voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to

alpha,” he finishes, his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed,

last.”

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

me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming

No claiming.

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Virgin

Just sex.

from all

But-

the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out

closer.

builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters,

cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent

murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me

on

unrice as he kinnon me with a

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lips, stroking against mine in a blatant

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

rages hotter, burning away

my hair, yanking

slides down, pressing 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 is maddeningly delicious