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.

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

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

fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need

inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don’t find

beg, the word torn from

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keening cry.

the inside out. But

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.”

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 mate from

right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

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

closer.

he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald

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

murmurs, his breath fanning hot

on mine, swallowing my

as he

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hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into

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, clutching him

as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges

hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my

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