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.”

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of heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills me with a longing I can’t quite

something I’d hoped to find

his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me take care

me, desperate for more. His tender affections feed it,

when my hips grind down a little on his cock, embedded inside of me. “Clayton.”

You need a break.”

rubbing harder. I can

Because it disagrees. It wants another. A

anothers.

down his neck and breathing in his scent. It smells mate–y,

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a wrong way.

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 and kind. And even if the mating bond didn’t take, we can just

He rejected

why didn’t Clayton’s

Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand more answers, but I

is there. His wolf must be the one that kept brutalizing my neck.

pushed me

“Ava.”

his shoulder, as his hands grow a little more

came inside of you.”

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I was there,

a little and then slamming me 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 of novels early and in

This isn’t enough.

demanding that I breed you,” he says, and every part

as Selene groans in my head.

don’t want pups,

body are united in wanting Clayton to breed

be more in tune with himself than I am. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush his lips against my head. The kiss is

contrast to his wandering hands and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of you and our

to me,