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.

name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs

smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate,

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

body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an

beg, the word torn from my

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keening cry. “I

say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his

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

last.”

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

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

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all

But-

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

closer.

twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just

me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can

Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips.

crashes down on mine, swallowing my

unrice as he kinnon me

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

blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his

fire rages hotter, burning away

hair, yanking my head back as he

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.