Tangled

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115 Ava: Fate’s Urging

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.

whisper, my voice

can’t…”

words leave my lips, I’m pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens me. He meets me halfway, his kiss searing and

between us has flared to life, a pulsing, living

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beyond our control, a need that

this moment, we’re not Ava and Lucas, two individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We’re simply two halves

both breasts in a way that drags a moan out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of desire straight to my

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

saying something, but I don’t pay any attention. She’s probably telling me to stop, and

flash and glow, I can tell his wolf is here with us, part of the

moments for him

Fate’s

legs, tossing them somewhere behind him to land in a

about that smooth motion drives me

world, like he would lay down

before.

my hips buck

jeans and his mouth settles there,

beg, gripping his hair with such force

shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts

feel.

Ava: Fate’s

Fuck.

against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving what little

catches me by surprise, having gone from a dark throb to over the cliff without warning, and I gasp and buck beneath his

His growls, the approval in his

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars behind my eyelids as I moan

beg, and that animalistic growl that comes out of his throat tells

submission.

and I

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as he thrusts,