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 heat and desperation clouding our senses, fills

hoped to find

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

desperate for more. His tender affections feed it,

hips grind down a little on his cock, embedded

need

say again, rubbing harder. I can feel him

another round? Because

anothers.

down his neck and

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a wrong way.

Another part of me doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this one as my mate? He’s gentle and kind. And even if the mating bond didn’t take,

rejected you.

Clayton’s

be frustrated and

can see Clayton’s eyes flare with a hint of yellow. His wolf is there. His wolf must be the

The pain had pushed me into

“Ava.”

nibble where his neck meets his shoulder, as his hands grow a little more insistent.

came inside

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was there, after all.

enough to build my desire without giving

This isn’t enough.

I breed you,” he says, and every part of me shivers

Selene groans

want pups,

but my brain and body are united in wanting Clayton to breed me right now.

in tune with himself 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 and our pups. You won’t

to catch up to me, just