Tangled

Chapter 40

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.

wave of

rumble builds in his chest.

gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my

words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to

beg, the word torn

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keening cry. “I need…”

out. But Clayton seems

my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be

last.”

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

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

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

“We need… the guards.” I’m trying

closer.

he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced

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

murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips.

down on mine, swallowing my

as he kinnon me

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mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with

hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers

fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my control.

into my hair, yanking

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

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