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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.

growls, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I

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

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

words, my 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

the word torn from

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keening cry. “I need…”

the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering

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

last.”

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

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

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from

But-

guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand,

closer.

low, rumbling snarl builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just

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

breath fanning hot across my

crashes down on mine, swallowing

as he kinnon me with

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my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into

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

rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my control.

hair, yanking my head back as

grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I