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.

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

builds in his chest.

purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I

is a living inferno now,

the word torn from my lips in a

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cry. “I need…”

say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But

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

last.”

over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together

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

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from

But-

need… the guards.” I’m

closer.

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

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

care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath

down on

of unrice as he

murarica na ha

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plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a

hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle

away the

my hair, yanking my head back as

immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The

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