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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.”

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true intimacy with Clayton, without the haze of heat and desperation clouding

to find with Lucas.

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 feed

hips grind down a little on his cock, embedded inside of

need a

rubbing harder. I can

take another round? Because it disagrees.

anothers.

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

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a wrong way.

doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this

interjects. He rejected you. Your mate bond is

why didn’t Clayton’s

frustrated

flare with a hint of yellow. His wolf is there.

though. The pain had pushed me into another plane of

“Ava.”

nibble where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands grow a

inside of you.”

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know.” I was there,

my ass, 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

This isn’t enough.

that I breed you,” he says, and every part

say, as Selene groans in

don’t want pups,

are united in wanting Clayton to breed me

am. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush his lips against my head. The kiss is

and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of you and our pups. You won’t want

wait-” the reality is starting to catch up to me, just a little. “There’s no guarantee I’m pregnant. Right?”