Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
I want his tongue, not his fingers.
I want his cock, not his tongue.
I want…
Fuck, I can’t handle this.
His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. I can see the war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.
“Ava,” he growls, and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I 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 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 I have not to take you right now.”
A whine escapes me at his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an allconsuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I don’t find release soon.
“Please,” I beg, the word torn from my lips in a desperate, keening cry. “I need…”
I can’t bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from 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 eyesClayton pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with his seed, branding me as his mate from the inside out.
It’s everything my body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, 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 me to let him claim me.
No claiming.
Just sex.
Just relief from all this.
But-
“Guards,” I force out, my voice cracking with strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I 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 cages me in. I 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 I struggle with the urge to lick every drop off his skin.
“Let me take care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s mine.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my whimner of unrice as he kinnon me with a murarica na ha foracious allconsuming 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 jeanclad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the angle for my clit, frustrating me to no end.
But his fingers dive there, twisting, pinching, rubbing in turns until I’m writhing and riding his leg in a way I never knew I could, exploding from that little touch alone.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, biting at my lips. “Fuck.
We needthe bed. We need to get to the bed.”
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 I can never touch quite right.
I think I might be screaming, because I can’t handle the pleasure.
A part of me knows that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But that voice is a mere whisper against the roar of instinct, against the primal cravings that consume me from the inside out.
All I can think about is how badly I need this, how badly I need my alpha to claim me and sate this maddening blaze. Clayton’s tongue strokes against mine in a heated promise, and I shudder against him with a low, keening moan, bucking my hips against his hand as I beg for more.
Mine. He’ll be mine, if only for this moment.
I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me under. I’m so close, so fucking close-
But then Clayton pulls away, leaving me gasping and shaking with need, as he fumbles with his jeans. I 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 has me seeing 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 painpleasure through me. It’s the final push I need, the last little bit of stimulation that sends me hurtling over the edge.
I come with 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.”
I should protest, should tell him that this doesn’t change anything, that he’s not my fated mate. But I can’t find the words, can’t bring myself to push him away. Because I need more.
And he knows it, because he lifts my hips like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his cock as he sucks hard on my neck again. The brief reprieve of desire is gone. already, and I whimper, struggling to move my hips. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my slick entrance.
He’s nibbling and licking at my crescent scar, and I have the clarity for just a second to whisper, “Don’t claim me.”
He growls, and I can feel the anger in him. He wants to claim me, wants to make me his.
I can’t.
“No,” I 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.
I 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 splitting me apart.
But I want more.
“Hold on,” he grunts, before swearing viciously and kissing me with a new type of desperation, his hands flexing on my hips.
“Shit. I can’tI’m sorry.”
quickly fades away as he slams into me with 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 time he hits something deep inside is worth every bit of it.
I can feel his teeth, but there’s something different.
Shit.
Wait.