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

can’t…”

my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation

between us has flared to

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

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

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

his hands 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 against the backs of my thighs.

probably telling

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

moments for him to

Fate’s

my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him to land in a

about that smooth motion drives

in the hunger in his golden eyes. He looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life to protect me. It’s

before.

and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more. More

with my jeans and his mouth settles there, right

hair with such force that my knuckles ache.

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

feel.

Ava: Fate’s

Fuck.

his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different

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

baby. Just like that.” His growls, the approval in his

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

way up my belly as one of his hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars

animalistic growl that comes out of

submission.

stretch burns and I shove my

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Fate’s

hand eagerly as he thrusts,