32. Ava

My skin tingles with heat,gradually consuming me. As consciousness seeps back in, I pinpoint the source—a firm, assertive hand grips my hip, gently pulling me backward.

This burst of warmth isn't about my body temperature, it's all about the man nestled behind me. The unmistakable pressure of his arousal against my back sends a jolt through me, and it's nothing short of impressive.

I'm no old maid, no matter what Mia or Eloise say. I've had my share of adventures, but Tyler's closeness ignites something fierce within me—a wild, intoxicating desire that I've never experienced before. This heat, I suspect, is magnified by the wolf inside me, who's clearly over the moon about our mate's proximity.

It hits me then—the transformation within. My wolf is taking the reins, her primal instincts overshadowing all rational thought. She's about action, not planning. If she had her way, we'd be claiming Tyler right here, right now, completing our bond with an urgency that's raw and devastating.

Tyler shifts subtly against me, his steady breathing suggesting he's just as driven by instinct. I know I should put a stop to this, but wrapped in my sleepy state, I'm all sensation and surrender.

We're enveloped by the soft mattress, the heavy blanket adding a comforting pressure. I press back against him, and Tyler inhales sharply. Right then, inhibitions are tossed aside, and only instinct remains.

"Ava," he cautions, his voice laced with a growl, but it only spikes my boldness.

A fire rages within, demanding satisfaction. I hesitate at first, but then Tyler teases himself against me again in a slow, electrifying grind, and my ability to speak coherently vanishes.

"Tyler…" My plea hangs in the air, unanswered.

Cursing softly, Tyler molds his body closer to mine and then speaks. "Is my mate feeling needy?" His voice, a guttural growl, roots me to the spot. Never in a million years did I expect Tyler to talk dirty, but here we are, and it's lighting me up from the inside out. "You are, aren't you?" he teases, nipping my ear.

"It's your fault," I reply, breathing heavily. "Your little friend down there started this."

He responds by rolling his hips against me, drawing a hiss from me. "I'm a man, Ava. It's normal to wake up…erect, and I'm a wolf lying beside my beautiful mate," he explains, moving again. "Besides, I was dreaming of you."

"About what?" I ask, my voice breathy as he maintains that slow, torturous rhythm.

His tongue traces a path down my neck as his hand wanders beneath my shirt to lazily draw patterns on my skin. "In my dream, I had you spread beneath me, your pretty thighs parted and your pussy lips glistening."

Oh hell yes…

His fingers pinch my nipples, and my hips instinctively thrust back, no longer restrained by his hold. "Oh." That's it, my entire vocabulary is reduced to a single exclamation.

"You make such pretty sounds for me," he rumbless, biting my shoulder. "I'll remember that and have you make that sound again later."

"I…" I whimper, my mind foggy with desire. "Tyler."

He laughs, a sound that vibrates through me, and then we're rolling over so we're face-to-face. His erection is a hot presence between our stomachs, his body pressing mine into the mattress.

"Is there something else you wanted to say, little wolf?" His eyes practically glow in the sliver of early morning light sneaking through the blinds.

As he flips us over, his body overwhelming mine, I muster up a bit of my usual sass. "Little wolf?" I quip back, trying to mask my desire with bravado. His gaze challenges me to express the yearning that's burning inside me. Right now, I wish for the bravery to articulate the fire raging within me.

"Right now, yes," he says with an infuriatingly cocky grin, making it impossible not to be drawn to him. He rolls his hips, his erection grazing my clit through the fabric of my pajamas. It's electric.

Desperation grips me, and my hands find his shirt, clinging to him as if he's the only solid thing in a swirling sea of arousal. I'm drenched in this sensation, and for a terrifying moment, I wonder if it's blood. I freeze.

"What's that look for?" Tyler pauses, and I try to pull him back to no avail. "Ava, tell me," he insists, his voice firm yet laced with concern.

"I don't know if I'm…bleeding all over your bed," I admit, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Let's find out, shall we?" His tone brooks no argument, and before I can resist, he's peeling my pants down, his gaze intense and searching. "And no more secrets, okay? Promise?" he says, kneeling between my legs, his eyes dragging down my body like a caress.

In a blink, my pants join a pile of his clothes, his attention now fixed on me. The vulnerability of possibly bleeding makes me want to snap my legs shut.

Tyler's gaze lands on my core, his fingers tracing a path that sets my skin ablaze. He pauses, his eyes dark with desire, and my heart races in anticipation of his touch.

He slides my panties down, painfully slowly, and the tension mounts. Exposed to his heated stare, I bite my lip, my body screaming for more than just his eyes on me.

He reaches out, sliding his finger through my folds, and in that moment, all concerns evaporate. "You're so wet," he rumbles, pulling back to show me his clean fingers, no trace of blood. Then, he licks them clean—an act so erotically charged, it sends waves of desire coursing through me.

"No blood. Just cream." He smirks as he delivers the line, his confidence undeniable. "You want me, don't you?" Before I even have a chance to reply, he pushes two fingers into my aching core. It's a shock, a pleasant one that I hadn't seen coming. Instinctively, I arch my hips upwards, craving even more of him inside me.

"Promise." I finally answer his earlier question. My gaze locks with Tyler's, a shiver of anticipation running through me. The heat between us is palpable, undeniable. "And I do," I whisper, the words barely making it into the space between us.

His eyes soften for a moment as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my inner thigh. His fingers trail up my leg, igniting a trail of electricity in my body. He bites my lip, my breath hitching, as his fingers find their way back to me, swiping through my core once more.

"Good girl," he purrs. "Take your top off."

I swallow hard, barely managing to sit up before peeling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. My bare breasts, heavy with desire, are now under his predatory gaze. His other hand wanders over my chest, pinching and rolling my hardened nipples between his experienced fingers. The dual assault on my senses nudges me closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck, Ava," he murmurs, a note of appreciation in his voice as his hand cups my sex. His finger, positioned over my throbbing clit, starts to tease, creating an overwhelming sensation that makes me gasp and squirm beneath him.

His coy smile only grows as he pushes two fingers deep inside me, pulling a moan from my throat. The sensation is all-consuming. His fingers curl inside me, while his thumb relentlessly works over the bundle of nerves above. The stretch and sensation feel absolutely divine, touching spots that have stars bursting behind my eyelids.

"Like that?" His voice is husky and satisfied as he watches every flicker of pleasure cross my face. He ramps up the pace and pressure, stoking the raw need inside me. Each stroke sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "I could play with you all day and listen to your screams of pleasure."

The fire inside me intensifies by the second, growing wilder until I'm panting, my rhythm syncing perfectly with Tyler's sinful movements. His fingers, still buried within me, move with experienced precision, driving me inexorably toward the precipice.

Heat fills my veins, akin to liquid fire, as he continues his delicious torture. When his fingers press on my nub, the sensation is so intense that I can't help but cry out in surprise. My hips grind against his hand, desperate for more, for everything he can give.

"Look at you, twitching under my hand." He deliberately slows down, then speeds up. "Whimpering for my cock."

His other hand finds its way to my chest, tweaking my stiff nipples and sending shocks of pleasure directly to my core. The dual sensations have me arching beneath him, deliciously trapped between pressure and tingling anticipation.

"Please," I whimper, the word scratching its way out of my dry throat. His eyes darken further, his response to my plea a quickening pace of his fingers that turns me into a writhing mess beneath him, begging for release.

His gaze, molten and laden with promise, seems to penetrate right through me. He traces my folds with his finger, and I bite my lip in ecstasy. "You're so wet," he says, his voice thick with primal hunger. "You're so ready to take me."

He presses harder, and I gasp, my body thrusting upwards in a desperate bid for the blissful oblivion he offers. Tyler's fingers plunge deeper within me, while his thumb presses on my swollen clit, building me higher and higher until I finally shatter—waves crash over me, leaving me in a state of sweet, decadent aftershocks. My legs press together, and I roll to my side, pulling away from him, my body still twitching from the intensity of my release.

Tyler won't let me roll away though. He firmly grips my legs, holding them open with a determination that sends shivers down my spine. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts, and his eyes are as wild as the moon. I find myself caught in their intensity, absolutely mesmerized by the depth of desire mirrored there.

The air between us is thick with longing, a tangible force that slices right through my simmering arousal. His touch is like silk against my raw nerve endings, sending jolts of electricity zapping through me with every brush of his fingertips. I'm completely captivated as I watch Tyler's hand wander lower, his fingers drawing a tantalizing path down my trembling stomach as they inch ever closer to the apex of my thighs.

"Open for me, Ava," he commands, his voice dripping with lust. I willingly oblige, parting my legs to unveil the pulsing heat within. His gaze darkens, and a growl vibrates from his throat, filling the room with its promise.

He circles my slick entrance with one finger before pushing past the initial resistance and into the welcoming warmth inside. A shockwave ripples through me, pulling a moan from deep within my chest.

"So tight…so wet," he mutters, a note of appreciation lacing his words as he slides another finger inside. I clench around him—a sign of eagerness. He sets a slow, seductive rhythm that has me lifting off the bed, my hips dancing in sync with his deliberate movements. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you, butterfly?"

Heat curls deep in my belly, growing more intense with every additional digit he adds. Then, his thumb finds that sensitive spot, circling slowly. I tremble, shuddering under the flood of pleasure, utterly at his mercy and loving every second of it.

Just when I think I can't take any more, Tyler ramps up the pace, his fingers dancing and diving deep within me. I arch dramatically as waves of ecstasy wash over me in a relentless tide, leaving me breathless and utterly spent.

Just as I'm coming down, he withdraws only to replace his fingers with something far larger, far harder—his throbbing desire pressing insistently against my soaked entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" he rumbles, his dominance enveloping me like a tangible force.

Blinded by desire and dizzy with anticipation, I nod. I'm more than ready, I'm desperate. With a single, powerful thrust, he's fully inside me. The sudden feeling of fullness rips a cry from my lips—a sound of raw pleasure as I stretch to welcome him, every inch of him a delicious invasion.

Tyler's thrusts are powerful, each one driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My body responds eagerly, meeting his rhythm with a fierce hunger. We are consumed by desire, our movements primal and raw, stripped down to our most basic needs.

His hands roam over my body, grasping and caressing as we move together in a carnal dance. Every touch ignites a new wave of pleasure, building on the last until I'm teetering on the brink of release.

I can feel the coil of an impending climax tightening within me, promising an explosion that will consume us both. Tyler's pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my skin as he drives us toward the edge.

My body arches against him, urging him on as every nerve ending sings with anticipation. It's a wild dance of pleasure and surrender as our bodies merge into one.

"Come for me, Ava," he orders, his voice rough against my lips, before sealing the command with a kiss that robs me of my breath.

The sudden burst of ecstasy shatters all rational thought and leaves us both gasping for air. It rips through me like a tidal wave, consuming me in its intensity.

I lose myself in the sensation—the feeling of Tyler's body moving in perfect harmony with mine, the sound of our ragged breaths mingling together. This moment, when nothing else exists except for us, two bodies joined in a perfect union, is pure bliss.

As our movements slow and we ride out the aftershocks together, I am filled with a sense of contentment unlike anything I've ever known. The weight of Tyler's body on top of mine is comforting and grounding—a reminder that I am not alone in this world.

Pleasure gradually gives way to tenderness as we come down from our high. Tyler nuzzles into my neck, peppering soft kisses along my skin as we bask in the afterglow.

We collapse, panting, a tangle of satisfaction and sweat. A soft sigh slips from me. Watching Tyler lose himself, and seeing that controlled exterior shatter under the force of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, is something I could get used to—something I never want to be without.

As I lie here, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my heart swells with a feeling I'd nearly forgotten—love.

As quickly as warmth floods me, a wave of terror follows.

Love wasn't part of the plan.