Tangled

43 Ava: Virgin Heat (III)

I don’t want to think. I nuzzle my nose into Clayton’s neck and breathe him in, hearing Selene growling in the back of my head. “For what?”

“For all of it. But for claiming you when you told me no.” I can feel his hands brushing against my neck, and pleasure and pain course through me. I can still feel him in my head, but the presence is fading. He sounds puzzled. “It didn’t take, though. Why didn’t it take?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.” But I can guess it has something to do with me.

Clayton continues to caress my neck. “This looks terrible. Like a wolf tore your neck apart. It looks like I tried to kill you.”

“Mmm.” I’m tired, and trying to ignore the little flares of heat in my abdomen that are trying to come back.

My body can’t take another round of this. But I want

one.

“You were a virgin,” Clayton continues. He’s very talkative after sex, I guess.

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He sounds grim. I finally open one eye to look at him, and he looks furious. “I’m sorry?”

“No, I’m sorry. Your first time should have never been like that.”

His fingers trail through the tangled strands, gently working out the knots. I can’t help but lean into his touch, savoring the tenderness, the gentle affection.

“I’m so sorry, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my temple. “I never wanted to hurt you like this. I tried so hard to stay away and keep you safe.”

A pang of guilt twists in my chest at the remorse in his voice. I already know he never meant to hurt me. He did everything he could.

“It’s okay,” I whisper through the roughness in my throat. “I understand.”

Clayton shakes his head, his fingers continuing their soothing motions. “No, it’s not okay. Your first time should have been special, not a frenzied mess driven by instinct and heat.” He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “I promise, when this is all over, I’ll make it up to you.”

immitan within mo at his

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haze of heat and desperation clouding our

something I’d hoped to find with

now, my love,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me take care of

desperate for more. His tender affections feed it, and my starving soul.

when my hips grind down a

Ava. You need a

rubbing harder. I can feel him

couldn’t take another round? Because it disagrees. It wants

anothers.

whisper into his ear, licking my way down his neck and breathing in

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a wrong way.

and a part of me wants to pull myself away in horror. I’ve cheated on my fated mate. Another part of me doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this one as my mate? He’s gentle

rejected you. Your mate bond is void.

Clayton’s

my privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand more answers, but I have other concerns on on my mind.

His wolf is there. His wolf must be the one

pain had pushed me into another plane of

“Ava.”

nibble where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands grow

came inside of

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was there,

back down, over and over, in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Just enough to build my desire without giving any real relief from it. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

This isn’t enough.

wolf is demanding that I breed you,” he says, and

as Selene groans in my

don’t want pups, Ava.

but my brain and body are united

tune with himself than I am. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush

wandering hands and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of you and our pups. You won’t want for anything.”

the reality is starting to catch up to me,