Tangled

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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.

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

in his chest. He takes a step forward,

voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything

him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to

torn from my lips in a

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keening cry.

can’t bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as

alpha,” he finishes, 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

last.”

moan 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

me knows that it isn’t right, that

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all

But-

force out, my voice cracking with strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality,

closer.

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

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 of his arousal mingling with mine

breath

crashes down on mine, swallowing my

of unrice as he kinnon me

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tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant

taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair,

away the last vestiges

curls into my hair, yanking my head back

groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the