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.

my voice a breathless

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 with a desperation that frightens me. He meets me halfway, his kiss searing and possessive, claiming me

between us has flared to life, a

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beyond our control, a need that overrides all

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

a moan out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of

my ribs, he settles them against my hips and walks me backward, guiding me until I feel the edge of the hospital bed pressing against

but I don’t pay any attention. She’s probably telling

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

moments for him to unbutton

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them somewhere

smooth motion

I’m the 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 desired in a way I’ve never

before.

and my hips buck

there, right at

his hair with such force that my knuckles ache. “More.”

down, both wrapped

feel.

Fate’s

Fuck.

crazy as his tongue shoves inside, as his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving what little thought I have straight out of

throb to over the cliff without

approval in his words, sends fresh desire

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

he shifts position, kissing his way up my belly as one of his hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars behind my eyelids as I moan and

growl that comes out of his throat tells me that his wolf likes

submission.

The stretch burns and I shove my

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eagerly as he thrusts, his rhythm