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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43 Ava: Virgin Heal (ll)

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.”

within mo at his

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Ava: Virgin Heat

the haze of heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills me with a longing I can’t quite put into words.

to

my love,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress.

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

it when my hips grind down a little on his cock, embedded inside

You need a break.”

again, rubbing harder. I can feel him growing inside of

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

anothers.

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

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a wrong way.

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 try again.

interjects. He rejected you. Your mate bond

Clayton’s claim take?

again. I think she’s giving me my privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand more answers, but I have other

with a hint of yellow. His wolf is

felt good, though. The pain had pushed me into another plane of pleasure.

“Ava.”

neck meets his shoulder, as his hands grow

came inside of

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I was there,

me back down, over and over, in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Just enough to build my desire without giving any real

This isn’t enough.

demanding that I breed you,” he says,

as Selene groans in

want

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

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

“I promise, I’ll

up to me, just a little. “There’s no