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.

14:57

1/7

43 Ava: Virgin Heal (ll)

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.”

within mo at

14:57 –

2/7

Virgin

and desperation clouding our senses,

to find with

trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me take care of

into me, desperate for more.

it when my hips grind down a

Ava. You need a

again, rubbing harder. I can feel him

take another round? Because it disagrees.

anothers.

his ear, licking my way down his neck and breathing in his scent. It smells

14:57

Ava: Virgin Hoat (ill)

a wrong way.

and 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

He rejected you. Your mate bond is void.

didn’t Clayton’s claim take?

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

wolf is there. His wolf must

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

“Ava.”

shoulder, as his hands

inside

14:57

Virgin

was

back down, over and over, in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Just enough to build my desire

This isn’t enough.

says, and every part

as Selene groans in

want

are united in wanting Clayton to breed me

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

and gently rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care of you

up to me, just a