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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and desperation clouding our senses, fills me with

hoped to find

he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me

can feel my heat creeping back into me, desperate for more. His tender

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

need a break.”

I can feel him growing inside of me.

round? Because it disagrees. It

anothers.

my way down his neck and breathing in his

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a wrong way.

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

not cheating, Selene interjects. He rejected you. Your mate bond is

why didn’t Clayton’s

frustrated

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

though. The pain had pushed me into another plane of

“Ava.”

where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands

came inside of you.”

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was there,

lifting me 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.

that I breed you,” he says,

Selene

don’t want pups, Ava.

are united in wanting Clayton to breed

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

hands and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of

reality is starting to catch up to me, just a little. “There’s no