Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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Chapter 41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

| brace myself against the slick tiles, my chest heaving with harsh, ragged breaths as Clayton's eyes blaze into

mine. The heat between us is a living, breathing thing, a palpable force that crackles in the air like an electric

current.

"Clayton," | manage, my voice a breathless rasp. "We need to... call the guards."

My words would probably have a little more punch if | wasn't still working my fingers between my thighs. His

eyes fall from my face to my hands, and he steps forward.

A thrill rushes through me, and | spread my legs a little farther. "The guards," | prompt, even as | bring myself to

yet another orgasm, panting as my face flushes with its heat.

| want his fingers, not mine.

| want his tongue, not his fingers.

I want his cock, not his tongue.

| want...

Fuck, | can't handle this.

His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. | can see the

war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.

"Ava," he growls, and the sound of my non his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. |

whimper, my thighs clenching tight as I struggle to stay standing.

Clayton's eyes zero in on the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a

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step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.

"You're playing with fire, little one," he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my

spine. "I can smell your need from here. It's taking everything | have not to take you right now."

A whine escapesat his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an

all-consuming blaze that threatens to reduceto ashes if | don't find release soon.

"Please," | beg, the word torn from my lips in a desperate, keening cry. "I need..."

| can't bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumesfrom the inside out. But Clayton seems to

understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he takes another step forward.

"You need your alpha," he finishes, his tone a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. "You

need to be claimed, don't you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of yours is sated at last."

A broken moan spills from my lips as images explode behind my eyes—Clayton pinningdown, spearing into

he floodswith his seed, brandingas his mate from the inside out.

It's everything my body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But ssmall, rational part of me

knows that it isn't right, that Clayton isn't my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming for

No claiming.

Just sex.

Just relief from all this.

But—

"Guards," | force out, my voice cracking with strain. "We need... the guards." I'm trying to maintain rationality,

and yet | hold out my hand, beckoning him closer.

A low, rumbling snarl builds in Clayton's chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. "No

guards, little one," he counters, his tone laced with steel. "Just you... and me."

He closes the distance between us in two long strides, his hands slamming against the tile on either side of my

head as he cagesin. | can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his

arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He's soaked from the water, and | struggle with the urge to lick

every drop off his skin.

"Lettake care of you, Ava," he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. "Letclaim what's mine."

His mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my whimper of surprise as he kisseswith a ferocious, all-

consuming hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me

arching into him with a desperate mewl.

I'm drowning in the taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against

mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, clutching him closer as the fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of

my control.

One of his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my mouth.

The other slides down, pressing against my lower abdomen in a way that makes my hips buck. He slides one

jean-clad leg between mine, and | grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my

core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and | can't quite get the angle for my clit, frustratingto no end.

But his fingers dive there, twisting, pinching, rubbing in turns until I'm writhing and riding his leg in a way | never

knew | could, exploding from that little touch alone.

"You're perfect," he whispers, biting at my lips. "Fuck. We need—the bed. We need to get to the bed."

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But we don't move anywhere as his fingers take the place of his leg. They plunge inside without any foreplay,

and pain blossoms into the greatest pleasure.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, my God.

There's nothing gentle about his movements as his fingers curl, abusing that spot just inside that | can never

touch quite right.

| think | might be screaming, because | can't handle the pleasure.

A part ofknows that this is wrong, that | shouldn't be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper

against the roar of instinct, against the primal cravings that consme from the inside out.

All | can think about is how badly | need this, how badly | need my alpha to claimand sate this maddening

blaze. Clayton's tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and | shudder against him with a low, keening

moan, bucking my hips against his hand as | beg for more.

Mine. He'll be mine, if only for this moment.

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