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Chapter 42 Ava: Virgin Heat (ll)
| can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweepunder. I'm so close, so
fucking close—
But then Clayton pulls away, leavinggasping and shaking with need, as he fumbles with his jeans. | whine in
protest, my body arching towards him in a silent plea for more.
"Shh, little one," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you."
His fingers slide back inside me, his thumb circling my clit in a maddening rhythm that hasseeing stars.
And then he bites down on the tender skin where my neck meets my shoulder, his teeth sinking in just enough to
send a jolt of pain-pleasure through me. It's the final push | need, the last little bit of stimulation that sends me
hurtling over the edge.
| cwith a scream, my body shaking and trembling as the orgasm tears through me. It's like nothing I've ever
felt before, like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Clayton's fingers are still moving inside me, drawing out
the pleasure until I'm boneless and spent.
He pulls away slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he licks his lips. The evidence of my arousal glistens on his
fingers, and the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
"Mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine, Ava."
| should protest, should tell him that this doesn't change anything, that he's not my fated mate. But | can't find
the words, can't bring myself to push him away. Because | need more.
And he knows it, because he lifts my hips like | weigh nothing, positioningover his cock as he sucks hard on
my neck again. The brief reprieve of desire is gone already, and | whimper, struggling to move my hips. | can feel
the head of his cock rubbing against my slick entrance.
He's nibbling and licking at my crescent scar, and | have the clarity for just a second to whisper, "Don't claim
——
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe growls, and | can feel the anger in him. He wants to claim me, wants to makehis.
I can't.
"No," | say, my voice a little stronger.
He growls again and bites at my neck, but doesn't claim me. Just licks and sucks on my crescent scar in a way
that sends pulsing desire straight down to my clit.
| explode from that alone, and in a single thrust, he slams his cock inside of me.
Pain.
So. Much. Pain.
But pleasure that drowns it.
"Fuck, Ava," he pants in my ear. "You're a virgin?"
I nod frantically, wanting to move but also needing to escape. It hurts so much, I'm pretty sure his cock is
actually a sword that's splittingapart.
But | want more.
"Hold on," he grunts, before swearing viciously and kissingwith a new type of desperation, his hands flexing
on my hips.
"Shit. | can't—I'm sorry."
| want to ask what he's sorry for, but that question quickly fades away as he slams intowith a punishing
pace, yanking my head back and baring my neck to his mouth.
My back is slammed against the wall, over and over. It should hurt, but the impact is delicious. The pain is still
there, burning and stinging, but that intense pleasure every the hits something deep inside is worth every
bit of it.
| can feel his teeth, but there's something different.
Shit.
Wait.
"No, Clayton, you can't—"
But he bites hard, his fangs piercing my skin, and | scream.
| scream in a pain worse than anything I've ever felt before. It feels like my entire body is tearing apart.
| scream in pleasure that has my entire body exploding beneath him.
For a second, | can feel Clayton in my mind, forceful and demanding. His wolf growls at Selene, demanding that
she submit.
| beg for more.
"Please, please, harder," | whimper, grabbing his hair and shoving him further into my neck.
It's brutal. This isn't the romantic stories I've heard of a claiming between mates. This is something primal and
terrible.
| can hear Selene snarling and fighting their presence in my mind. My mind and body are dominated by Clayton's
brutal pace. | realize that I'm still screaming.
| can feel his knot swelling, locking him inside of me. Clayton's voice in my mind whispers mate, demanding me
to acknowledge. Selene and his wolf are snapping at each other. My mind is overcwith the cacophany as my
body just—
Goes.
And goes.
And goes.
Orgasm. Release. Tighten again. Orgasm again. Release the tension, only to coil right back up.
Clayton's chanting, "Mine, mine, my mate, mine," against my neck, biting again, and again. Pain every time, and
pleasure that sendsto the moon.
| can sense his anger and frustration when | don't accept him, don't call him my mate. Every bite is another
claiming bite, and | know my neck is going to be scarred.
He yanks my head back farther, and | beg for more.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm your mate," he says on a snarl that changes his face entirely.
| say nothing, but I shove his face back into my neck. Every bite is delicious torture, and | never want it to end.
"Harder," | demand, and he does.
It's a punishment that he forces on me, and | grind down on the knot that's swollen right at my entrance, on the
pleasure that sparks with every movement.
"I'm going to breed you, mate," he growls against my neck, and fuck, yes, please do.
Please breed me.
I arch my hips. "Clayton, please—"
He's slamming intoso hard that I'm bruised, and it's not enough. Not until he comes with a roar, and my core
tightens around him to milk every last drop as he bitesagain, so hard that I think for a second he's gone too
far.
But his rough tongue licks at my neck, and | know he's wounded and healedmore times than | can possibly
count. The scars are going to be atrocious.
He takes a moment to breathe, and | relax against him, closing my eyes.
| don't open them when he turns off the water—I'd barely even noticed it—and carriesto the bed, staying
inside of me.
He's gentle as he lays with me, tossing a blanket over me. | kick it off, and he groans, bucking his hips into mine.
"Shit. You need to stop moving before we go for round two."
Then he wraps his arms aroundand pullsclose. "I'm so sorry, Ava."
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