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.

burning up, panting, desperate

your clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin against mine." His voice is ragged,

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

I stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I unbutton

my underwear off before he

Ava. Under His Control

he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

against the

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

yes I nod frantically. "All of

deep, primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through me.

between my

onto my

I want to scream it at him, but the words won't

my legs further open, hooking them outside of s. A finger teases the opening

but it

for you, Luna. But I

anymore. I'm a mess of

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

"Not

enough," he growls. "Get on your knees and beg your Alpha

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

slide off his lap, hearing a rumble of satisfaction

is that hot? That shouldn't be

out of his waistband. He grabs my wrist, and I

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

is clenched-he's holding himself

to my knees. The floor

can be, while he's