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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.”

immitan within

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

hoped to

fingers trailing down my spine

creeping back into me, desperate for more. His

help it when my hips grind down a little on his

need

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

another round? Because it

anothers.

whisper into his ear, licking my way down his neck and breathing in his

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a wrong way.

a part of me 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

Selene interjects. He rejected you. Your

didn’t Clayton’s claim

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

eyes flare with a hint of yellow. His wolf is there. His wolf must be the one that kept

though. The pain had pushed me into another plane

“Ava.”

where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands

came inside of

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know.” I was

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.

breed you,” he says, and

as Selene

don’t want pups,

are united in

Clayton seems to 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

contrast to his wandering hands and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of you and our pups. You won’t want for anything.”

catch up to me,