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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heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills me with

I’d hoped to find with

down my spine in a featherlight

can feel my heat creeping back into me, desperate for more. His tender affections feed it, and my starving

a little on his cock,

need

again, rubbing harder. I can feel him growing

take another round? Because it disagrees. It wants another. A

anothers.

way down his neck and breathing in his scent.

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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

He rejected

why didn’t Clayton’s claim

my privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand

a hint of yellow. His wolf is there. His wolf must be

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

“Ava.”

nibble where his neck meets his shoulder, as

inside of you.”

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was there,

rhythm. Just enough to build my desire without giving any real relief

This isn’t enough.

I breed you,” he says, and every

I say, as Selene

don’t want

but my brain and body are united in wanting Clayton to breed me

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

promise, I’ll take care of you and our pups. You

me, just a