Tangled

Chapter 40

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

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. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle to stay

darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator

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

arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I

word torn from my lips in a

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cry. “I

out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light

need. “You need to be claimed, don’t

last.”

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

right, that Clayton isn’t my fated

No claiming.

3/7

Virgin Heat

Just sex.

from all

But-

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

closer.

he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with

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 struggle with the urge to lick every drop off his

Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim

down on

as he

murarica na ha

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

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

rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges

hands curls into my hair, yanking my

mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The

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