Tangled

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He kisses me again, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that consumes me. I lose myself in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine.”

Ava, Selene warns in my mind, her voice a distant echo. Remember what you need.

I try to focus on her words, but it’s hard when Lucas is kissing me like this, like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.

His hands slide under my shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over my sensitive skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Lucas,” I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “We have to stop.”

He pulls back, his golden eyes blazing with desire. “I know. I’m sorry. I just can’t control myself around you.”

But his hands are still seeking, and I’m still arching into their touch. Rough fingers pull the cup of my bra low, and his thumb flicks over my nipple.

I take a shaky breath, trying to clear my head. “I need

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time, Lucas. Space. I can’t do this right now.“”

But I step closer, trying to yank his shirt out of his

waistband.

I should push him away, remind him of the boundaries I’ve fought so hard to establish, but my traitorous body melts into his embrace, craving his touch like a

parched flower thirsts for rain.

The way my name lingers on his lips, the way he breathes it like reverent prayer against my ears as his fingers continue to tug and twist in a sensual dance against my breast? I’m lost. Drowning beneath.

sensation.

The very core of me throbs with a need so basic, so simple, and so consuming.

voice a breathless plea.

can’t…”

I’m pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens

between us has flared to

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be acknowledged. It’s a force beyond our control,

not Ava and Lucas, two individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We’re simply two halves of a whole, drawn together by a power greater than ourselves.

me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of desire straight to my clit in a way that

against my hips and walks me backward, guiding me until I feel the

any attention. She’s probably telling me to stop, and there’s

his wolf is here with us, part of the moment. When I

takes only moments for him

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yank them over my hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him

smooth motion drives me mad.

most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life to protect me. It’s a heady feeling, one that makes me feel cherished and

before.

hips buck in frustration, seeking more.

jeans and his mouth settles there, right at the core of me,

such force that my knuckles

try to shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts on the warmth of me, on the wetness

feel.

Fate’s

Fuck.

nibbles and licks and loves

surprise, having gone from a dark throb to over the cliff without

baby. Just like that.” His growls, the approval in his words, sends fresh desire through

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

my belly as one of his hands settles between my thighs.

I beg, and that animalistic growl that comes out of his throat tells me that his wolf likes my

submission.

finger. The stretch burns and I

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his hand eagerly as he thrusts, his rhythm too