Tangled

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There's something different in his kiss, in the way his fingers dig into my skin. Every stroke of

hands has his eyes half-closed, a low groaning rumble spilling from his throat.

The power I hold with my touch leaves me fascinated, even as a heat deep within urges me to lie back and let him claim me.

Exploring the velvet heat of him is thrilling, but he yanks my hands off his cock and flips me over, trapping me beneath the weight of his body.

"Stop," he growls against my ear. "Or this'll be over before it even starts."

My laughter is breathless and quickly turns into a moan as his lips trall kisses down my back. There's a fire building inside me, spreading through my veins like a drug. I'm so sensitive to his touch, the pleasure is almost painful. I want to claw my skin off. To meld into his body until we're one. I want him to kiss everywhere. at once. He doesn't have enough hands for the desire exploding through me, the wetness pooling between my legs.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in hard, probably leaving bruises. I shove my ass back, wanting contact. Wanting him inside.

I can't handle any more teasing.

His whisper is hot and dark against my ear. "You like this, don't you? Knowing how much I want you?"

My throat is dry, and I can barely think straight as the bond between us pulses with need. "Yes," 1 rasp out. "Please, Lucas."

The side of my neck is on fire, wanting his attention. Wanting his kisses, the warmth of his tongue, his teeth. Desperate to be marked.

A low curse escapes his lips, and then his hand is around my throat, leaving my heart fluttering in my chest. The strength in his fingers is a thrill, as if my life is in his hands.

His knee pries my legs apart as he yanks my hips further back, his cock nudging against my entrance. "Mine," he grits out.

"Yours," I whisper, arching my head back and thrusting my neck further into his grasp. His fingers tighten for a moment, making me shudder beneath his grasp.

"Mine," he growls again, and I whimper as he thrusts into me, filling me with a harsh, primal need that matches my own.

raging beneath my skin. The way he holds onto my throat, the way into the tender skin of my

his other hand d

his mark. His

pain and

I need it.

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dominate me-to take what's his. I can't speak, I can barely breathe as

against my neck as our bodies find a brutal rhythm. His thrusts are hungry and desperate, just like mine. He fills me, stretches me, sears every inch

neck again, a promise of what's to come. "Ava," he grunts, his voice raw, and I know he's struggling to hold back.

in my ears, through the exhilarating joy of the bond that's screaming for him to mark me. "Please, Lucas. Please.

With a low, guttural snarl, his

teeth dragging across my flesh, the searing fire of his mark,

off the bed, my body trembling, every nerve screaming, and it feels like I'm flying apart. His name tears from my throat as the world shatters and reforms around

a deep, unbreakable

as I feel myself. The emptiness in my head shatters as the

The faint sense of something missing finally returning. A

can feel his golden eyes in my head as Lucas slams into me again,

rumbles, and I

pushes me further and further, the primal need taking over as the pieces. of our bond settle into place.

until he spins me around, wrapping holding me tight as

sob into his chest.

is just... too

heart

our combined presence still reeling from what just happened, a whole new depth added to our bond. as

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in my mind, nuzzling against us both. I can feel his adoration. and love, and

his wolf says, his voice deep

us, soothing the overstimulation of this new bond, sliding in with a

"That voice-is that

"Selene. Yes."