Page 103 of Claiming Pretty

Ty.

I shivered, torn between the urge to fight and the need to melt into him. The little chirps and cracks of the forestfaded away, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart in my ears.

Ty’s hand pushed up my skirt, found the edge of my panties, and in one rough motion, he ripped them off.

I gasped as he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him on all fours. I heard his zipper go down.

“Wait,” I breathed, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, shivering with need. “We shouldn’t.”

Ty’s only response was a low growl as he thrust into me.

I gasped at the sudden fullness, my fingers digging into the earth beneath us. He set a punishing pace, each powerful thrust driving me forward.

The roughness of the forest floor scraped against my palms and knees, but the pain only heightened the pleasure. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath us as Ty pounded into me relentlessly.

The scent of pine and earth mingled with our sweat and sex, creating an intoxicating perfume, the cool night air on my flushed skin a stark contrast to the heat building within me.

Fuck, this was so wrong.

I bit my lip to stifle my cries, not wanting to alert Ciaran.

I couldn’t stand to have my shadow find his brother—his rival—taking me, claiming me on the forest floor.

“Fuck,” Ty hissed, “you feel like home.”

Ty’s words sent a shiver through me, igniting a fire that consumed all rational thought. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each powerful thrust.

The surrounding forest faded away, replaced by a haze of pleasure so intense it threatened to overwhelm me.

My thoughts obliterated. All the guilt and heartbreak and angst dissolved under the waves of pleasure.

I couldn’t help but moan, losing myself in the sensation of Ty filling me completely, stretching me to my limits, every nerve ending in my body singing in a dark trance.

I didn’t hear the fast-approaching footsteps until it was too late.

AVA

Ishouldn’t have given in to Ty. But the way he claimed me—completely, utterly, without hesitation—shattered my defenses and swept away every rational thought.

And now, it was too late.

Ciaran had seen everything.

“You bastard.” Ciaran’s voice was a low, venomous growl as he emerged from between the trees.

Before I could react, he was on us, shoving Ty off me with enough force to send him stumbling back.

I let out a cry as Ty’s cock was pulled from me.

“Stop!” I cried out, but my plea was drowned out by the sickening crunch of Ciaran’s fist connecting with Ty’s face.

The impact sent Ty reeling backward, his back slamming against a gnarled oak tree, a trickle of blood spilling from his split lip. His eyes, usually so calm and controlled, now blazed with a mix of pain and fury.

I scrambled to my feet, leaves and twigs clinging to myskin, fear and the cool forest air raising goosebumps along my damp flesh.

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, each beat a painful reminder of the chaos I’d unleashed.

To my surprise, Ciaran whirled and advanced on me.

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