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.

panting, desperate for

your skin against

do anything else. I'm putty in his hands, a slave

growls as I stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I unbutton my jeans, sliding them

got my underwear off before he enine me around and vanke

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back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent" he mutters,

me back against the hard length

of pleasure through me. "Please what, Luna? Fill you? Stretch you?

nod

through me. My entire body is buzzing now,

slip between my legs

Luna?" He sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding over my

to scream it at him, but the

of s. A finger teases the

be disgusting, but it just makes

the sound vibrating against my back. "Anything for you, Luna. But I

of

empty, aching. My hands fly to my breasts, trying to

"Not

"Get on your knees and beg

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

rumble

Why is that hot? That

his waistband.

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

jaw is clenched-he's

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

as can be, while he's