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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of experiencing true intimacy with Clayton, without the haze of heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills me with a longing I can’t quite put into words.

to find with

he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in

my heat creeping back into me, desperate for

down a little on

Ava. You need a

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

round? Because it disagrees. It

anothers.

his neck and breathing in his scent. It smells mate–y,

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a wrong way.

my fated mate. Another part of me doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this one as my

interjects. He rejected you. Your mate bond is void.

didn’t Clayton’s

me my privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand more answers, but I have other concerns on on my

wolf is there. His wolf must be the one that kept

good, though. The pain had pushed me into

“Ava.”

neck meets his shoulder,

came inside of

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was there,

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

This isn’t enough.

he says, and every part

I say, as Selene groans in my head.

don’t want pups,

united in

tune with himself than I am. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward to

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

wait-” the reality is starting to catch up to me, just a