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.

sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me.

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

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

body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don’t find release

I beg, the word torn from my lips

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cry. “I need…”

say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a

need your 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

last.”

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

this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all

But-

I’m trying to maintain rationality,

closer.

chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames.

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

his breath fanning hot across

down on mine, swallowing my

unrice as he kinnon me with

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plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me

the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed

away the

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

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