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.

whisper, my voice a breathless plea. “We

can’t…”

even as the words leave my lips, I’m pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his

between us has flared to life, a

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force beyond our control, a need that overrides all reason

and Lucas, two individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We’re simply two halves of a whole, drawn together

out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of desire straight to

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

pay any attention. She’s probably telling me

wolf is here with us, part of the moment. When I fall back onto the bed, he kneels

takes only moments for him to unbutton my jeans

Fate’s

hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him to land in a haphazard pile on

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

before.

inner thighs, and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more. More friction, more heat,

have disappeared with my jeans and his mouth settles there, right at the core of me, in the most

hair with such

to shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around

feel.

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Fuck.

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

gone from a dark throb to

the approval in his words,

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars

of his throat tells me that his wolf

submission.

and I

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