Ava: Overcome (III)

My hands dive into his hair, yanking him closer as I rub and writhe against him, ignoring the hands pulling at me, trying to tear me away from my mate. My Lucas. My alpha.

The kiss consumes me down to my soul, and I wrap my legs around him, reveling in the feel of him against me as he holds me to him, settling the core of me just above the erection I can feel pressing against his jeans.

I gasp between kisses, and grind down, begging for more, ignoring the voices around us.

I feel another pinch on my thigh, and I cling to my alpha, moaning as his tongue dives into my mouth again and again, exploring every millimeter.

AVA.

AVA!

AVA. WAKE. UP.

Selene's voice breaks through the kisses, but I can only feel annoyance. Go away!

His hands are up my gown, squeezing my breasts, and ohmygod, he's pinching my nipples in a way that makes me jerk my hips against him and moan.