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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with Clayton, without the haze of heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills me

something I’d hoped to find

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

creeping back into me, desperate for more. His tender affections

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

You need a break.”

I say again, rubbing harder. I can feel

say my body couldn’t take another round? Because it

anothers.

into his ear, licking my way down his neck and breathing in his scent. It smells mate–y,

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a wrong way.

myself away in horror. I’ve cheated on my fated mate. Another part of me doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this

Selene interjects. He rejected you. Your mate bond

why didn’t Clayton’s claim

frustrated and demand more answers, but I have other concerns

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

had pushed me into another plane of

“Ava.”

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

inside

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I was there, after all.

in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Just enough to build my desire without

This isn’t enough.

you,” he says,

I say, as Selene

want pups, Ava.

my brain and body are united in wanting Clayton to breed me right now.

Clayton seems to be more in tune with himself than I am. “I’m so sorry,” he

hips. “I promise,

catch up to me, just a