Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 8 Ava: Gala (IV)

[WARNING: Mature Content]

If someone had toldthat, mere days after that incident with Todd, I'd be in a similar situation with a stranger

and enjoying the fuck out of myself, | would have advised them to check in to a psych ward. That's not how

trauma works.

But apparently it might.

Maybe it's just because he's so... Tall. Dark. Handsome. All the cliches you can dream, that's him. Especially

when he makes no secret of his attraction toward me, despite all the harsh words Jessa and Mom had thrown my

way while getting ready. Apparently this man doesn't think I'm too short, or that my hips are too wide.

He seems to like them a lot, actually.

So when | feel his tongue against my neck and realize that the sensation is completely different coming from

someone like Tall, Dark, and Sexy, that primitive part ofgoes absolutely wild.

That voice inside of me, the one that's absolutely me, tries to tellthat maybe | should step back and think for

a second. That this connection is weird. That | don't act like this, and I should really respect myself more.

But the throbbing down below tells that voice to shut the fuck up and move over, that he's my fated, and then it

asks him to slamagainst a wall.

I have no idea where that level of bravado cfrom, and when my back hits the rough bark of the tree to add

more bruises to my body, desire floods everything in a way even romance hadn't preparedfor.

Oh sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Sweet Moon Goddess. This man is magic.

Feeling the hard length of him shoved against the very core ofshould haverunning for the hills, and it

doesn't. Nope. | arch closer instead, aching and begging for more, peppering kisses along his jaw and rolling my

hips toward him.

I moan in appreciation when he pushes back, almost insideif my damn panties could just spontaneously

combust and get out of the way, but the moan changes to frustration as his hips pull back.

Then his fingers are there, yanking my panties to the side as he slides his cock up the wet lips of my pussy, and

oh my God.

So warm.

So hard.

Velvet and fuckharder.

Please.

And the man keeps biting and suckling everywhere. | know I'm going to have marks all over my neck and

shoulders, and my breasts ache to be touched, but everything's kind of busy on my lower half as | pray and

plead for him to go all the way in.

But he doesn't, just slides up and down again, soaking himself in the juices | can feel running everywhere. I'm

probably wetter than a slip'n'slide, and in my haze of desire, that doesn't seem embarrassing at all.

"Please," | whine, loving the rumble of his growl as he slams his hips into me, rubbing us together in the most

delicious tease.

He keeps rocking as his hand returns to my hair, yanking my head back in an act of submission that should have

turnedoff. Instead, | eagerly presented my neck, hoping he would bite and lick and suck again. Harder.

Hurt me, please. Fuck.

This bite is directly over my scar and makes my entire body twitch and hum as | rock against him harder, the

pain doing sinful things to the place where we are so close to being connected.

And then | fall apart out of nowhere, sent so far over the cliff that | cleared it without realizing the end was near.

His mouth slants over mine, hot and hard as he sucks out my scream, claiming it for himself.

His hips rock against me, hard and frantic, before his entire body tenses and shudders. The kiss ends in an

abrupt movement as he bites my lip and groans, something warm spreading against my abdomen. | can feel the

sharp pain in my lip and know I'm bleeding, and he sucks at it like it's ambrosia, before resting his head against

my shoulder in the afterglow.

I blink up at the stars, feeling my heart slow and my limbs grow heavy as the normal part oftakes over my

brain again.

He's my fated mate, but—he's also a stranger who admitted to stalkingout here. Someone who said he was

going to takeaway.

And | want him to. | want him to.

Oh, my God.

The reality of what happened finally hitslike a freight train, and I can feel my cheeks flushing with

embarrassment. | just let a complete stranger dry humpagainst a tree, and | liked it. No, | loved it. What the

hell is wrong with me? Fated or not, that's...

I'm still trying to catch my breath when | feel his hands onagain, but this time, they're gentle. He carefully

adjusts my dress as best he can, despite the semen sticky against my abdomen. He does his best to pull it back

into place and smooth out the wrinkles. Thankfully, the back fabric hides a lot, and | planned on changing at the

hotel anyway.

His touch is so tender, so loving, that it makes my heart ache in a way I've never felt before.

He leans in to kissagain, and | find myself tilting my head up to meet him halfway, desire tingling down my

spine once again, as though I hadn't gotten it out of my system just moments before. Our lips are just about to

touch when a shrill ringing cuts through the air.

His phone.

Lucas curses under his breath and pulls back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the offending device. | can't

help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the interruption.

"I have to take this," he says, his voice low and rough. "Don't move."

I nod in silence, watching as he steps away to answer the call. My mind is still reeling from what just happened,

and | can't seem to form a coherent thought.

What do | do now? Do | wait for him to cback? Do | run away and pretend this never happened? My heart is

tellingto stay, but my brain is screaming atto get the hell out of here. Plus, | need to run—in general.

He'd mentionedcoming with him before we had, er, connected in the way we did.

But he doesn't even know who | am, and oh my God, he's the alpha of the Westwood pack. | can't possibly be

mated to an alpha.

I'm still reeling under this belated recall of his introduction when he returns, his expression unreadable. He takes

my hand in his, and all the gentleness has disappeared. His eyes are hard and cold, and dread numbs my face.

Oh my God.

This is no magical connection after all. This is a hump and run. Son of a bitch.

"Ava Grey?" he asks, a muscle in his jaw flexing, and his voice isn't warm or rough or sexy anymore. It's harsh

and cruel and oh my word, | think my heart might actually be breaking.

"Yeah?" | feel two inches tall.

Lucas swears in ways I'd never heard before, and shysterical part of my brain latches onto that detail,

clinically impressed by the variation and creativity.

Then his eyes meet mine, and that sexy man from moments ago is gone. Gone.

He's staring atwith something I'm far too familiar with.

Hatred.

| don't wait for the rejection; | yank my hand out of his and run, and he doesn't follow.

* kK

| burst through the hotel room door, slamming it behind me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and | can't seem

to catch my breath. | lean against the door for a moment, trying to compose myself, but it's no use. I'm broken.

Somewhere inside ofis a gaping hole, and it burns with the fire of his rejection. My mate's rejection.

Get it together, Ava. You don't have tfor this.

| push off the door and grab my bag, rifling through it until | find my change of clothes. | strip off the dress and

throw it into a corner, reminding myself to throw it in the trash on the way out. | don't need my parents finding

the evidence of my indiscretion after I leave. Then again, it would be a great red herring in their search for me,

wouldn't it?

| step into the shower, turning the water as hot as | can stand it, giving myself a five-minute luxury to cleanse

myself of everything. | let the water cascade over me, hoping it will wash away the shand humiliation | feel.

But no matter how hard | scrub, | can't seem to get clean. | can still feel his hands on me, his lips on my skin.

| can still hear his voice in my ear, tellinghow good | feel.

Stop it. Stop thinking about him.

The shower ends with my body clean and my soul filthy. | take little care in drying myself before throwing on my

clothes, feeling my first bit of true relief now that | feel more like myself. There's no point in looking in the mirror.

I don't want to see the mess I've become.

| grab my bag and head out the door. | need to get as far away from here as possible. The rideshareis

already open on my phone from my escape from the gala. Now, | put in another request and dash to the lobby,

unsurprised to find my ride already here. They must have been waiting at the hotel in case any guests needed

them. Well, hurrah, I'm here.

| don't have tto put any fancy plans in place, and my mind isn't capable of thinking through any intricate

tricks. As we pull away from the hotel, | lean my head against the window and let the tears fall silently. | don't

know where I'm going or what I'm going to do when | get there. All | know is that | need to disappear.