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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 clenching tight as I struggle to stay standing.

the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a

shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything I have not to take you right

body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze

word torn

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cry. “I

consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand,

has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you,

last.”

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

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

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all this.

But-

strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my

closer.

closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald

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

you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s mine.”

crashes down on mine,

as he kinnon me

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my lips, stroking against mine in a

the hard planes of his body pressed

rages hotter, burning away

into my hair, yanking my head

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 and I can’t