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 for

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

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

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

off before he enine me around and vanke

Ava. Under His Control

is warm against my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent" he mutters, his voice hoarse. "It's driving

against the hard length of him. "Please," I breathe, not even sure what I'm begging

teeth scrape my shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through me. "Please what, Luna? Fill you? Stretch you? Make you

nod frantically.

It reverberates through his chest, through me.

between my

sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding over my

him, but the words won't come out,

you want." He slides my legs further open, hooking them outside of s. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene sounds as

but it just makes

for you, Luna. But I want to hear

I can barely form words anymore. I'm a mess of need,

leaving me empty, aching. My hands fly to my breasts, trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside

"Not

"Get on your knees and beg your

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

hearing a rumble of satisfaction as he

that hot? That shouldn't

out of his waistband. He

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

his jaw is clenched-he's holding

I sink to my knees. The floor is cold, but my

he's watching my every move-naked as can be, while he's still