Tangled

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.

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

in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.

fire, little one,” he warns, 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 not to take you right now.”

whine escapes me at his 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

beg, the word torn from

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keening cry. “I

me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light

with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and

last.”

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

body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all this.

But-

strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain

closer.

emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”

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

his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s

down on

unrice as he kinnon me with

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

hard planes of his body pressed against mine.

burning away the last vestiges of my

yanking my head back as he

that makes my hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel