Tangled

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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.

on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire

jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward,

warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your

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

torn from my lips in

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cry. “I

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

fresh need. “You need to

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 me as his

isn’t right, that Clayton

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

closer.

closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little

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 in the steamy air. He’s soaked from the water, and I

murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my

mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my

of unrice as he kinnon

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past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate

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

rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges

of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back

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