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

to

now, my love,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my spine in a featherlight caress. “Let me take care of

desperate for more. His tender

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

You need a break.”

I say again, rubbing harder. I can

couldn’t take another round? Because it disagrees. It

anothers.

way down his

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a wrong way.

me doesn’t care. Isn’t okay to have this one as my mate? He’s gentle and kind. And even

rejected you. Your mate bond is

Clayton’s

she’s giving me my privacy. Normally, I’d be frustrated and demand more answers, but I

with a hint of yellow. His wolf is there. His wolf must be the

good, though. The pain had pushed

“Ava.”

his shoulder, as his hands grow a little

came inside

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was there, after

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

This isn’t enough.

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

as Selene

want pups,

are united in wanting Clayton to breed me

Clayton seems to be more in tune with himself than I am. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush

rolling hips. “I promise, I’ll take care

starting to catch up to me, just a