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

something I’d hoped to

murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me

creeping back into me, desperate for more. His

my hips grind down a little on his cock, embedded inside of me. “Clayton.”

Ava. You need a

again, rubbing harder. I can feel

Because it disagrees. It wants another. A

anothers.

his neck and breathing in his

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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

Selene interjects. He rejected you.

didn’t Clayton’s

privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand

hint of yellow. His wolf is there. His wolf must be the one that kept brutalizing my

though. The pain had pushed me into another plane of

“Ava.”

where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands

inside

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I was there, after all.

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This isn’t enough.

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

say, as Selene groans

don’t want pups,

united

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

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

to catch up to me,