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42 Ava: Virgin Heat (II) 

42 Ava: Virgin Heat (II) 

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 pain–pleasure 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, 

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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. 

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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’t–I’m sorry.” 

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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. 

“No, Clayton, you can’t-” 

But he bites hard, his fangs piercing my skin, and I 

scream. 

I scream in a pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt before. It feels like my entire body is tearing apart. 

I scream in pleasure that has my entire body exploding 

beneath him. 

For a second, I can feel Clayton in my mind, forceful and demanding. His wolf growls at Selene, demanding that she submit. 

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I beg for more. 

“Please, please, harder,” I 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. 

I can hear Selene snarling and fighting their presence in my mind. My mind and body are dominated by Clayton’s brutal pace. I realize that I’m still screaming. 

I 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 overcome with 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 

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time, and pleasure that sends me to the moon. 

I can sense his anger and frustration when I don’t accept him, don’t call him my mate. Every bite is 

another claiming bite, and I know my neck is going to 

be scarred. 

He yanks my head back farther, and I beg for more. 

“I’m your mate,” he says on a snarl that changes his face entirely. 

I say nothing, but I shove his face back into my neck. Every bite is delicious torture, and I never want it to 

end. 

“Harder,” I demand, and he does. 

It’s a punishment that he forces on me, and I 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 into me so hard that I’m bruised, and 

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it’s not enough. Not until he comes with a roar, and 

my core tightens around him to milk every last drop as he bites me again, so hard that I think for a second he’s gone too far. 

But his rough tongue licks at my neck, and I know he’s wounded and healed me more times than I can 

possibly count. The scars are going to be atrocious. 

He takes a moment to breathe, and I relax against him, closing my eyes. 

I don’t open them when he turns off the water–I’d 

barely even noticed it–and carries me to the bed, staying inside of me. 

He’s gentle as he lays with me, tossing a blanket over me. I 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 around me and pulls me close. 

“I’m so sorry, Ava.” 

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