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 plea.

can’t…”

mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens me.

us has flared to life, a pulsing,

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beyond our control, a need that

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

me. His answering growl sends

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

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

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

for him to unbutton my

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over my hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere

smooth motion drives me

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

before.

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

there, right at the core of me, in

with such force that my knuckles ache.

how I 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

feel.

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Fuck.

and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving what little thought I have straight out of my brain.

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

like that.” His growls, the approval in his words, sends fresh

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

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

submission.

stretch burns and

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his hand eagerly as he