Tangled

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305 Ava: Under His Control (1)

Lucas's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

There's heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.

His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn't answer my question, Luna."

His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"

"Are you sure you aren't doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.

"I'm not-Lucas..." My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.

"What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I'm drenched.

His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. "Do you want me to breed you, Luna?"

My entire body goes up in flames.

Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You're going to pass out from sensory overload at

this rate.

You're not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tormenting me with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they're llen and aching for more. "No answer?" he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. "What do you want, my sweet little mate?* "I... I want...

I can't finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.

Teasing.

Tormenting.

up, panting,

clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin against mine."

I can't do anything else. I'm putty in his hands,

the floor. My hands shake

got my underwear off before he

Ava. Under His Control

back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

and pulling me back against the hard length of him.

teeth scrape my shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through

I nod frantically. "All of

through me. My entire body is

fingers slip between my legs

mark onto my

scream it at him, but the words won't come

outside of s. A finger teases the opening of

disgusting, but it just makes me

"Anything for

I'm a mess of

slide away, leaving me empty, aching. My hands fly to my breasts,

"Not

"Get on your knees and beg your Alpha to breed

a match to the tinderbox of my body. When he says "breed", desire pools between my legs, soaking the

hearing a rumble of satisfaction as he slaps my

that hot? That shouldn't be

waistband. He

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

is

to my knees. The floor is cold, but my skin is

as can be, while