Page 68 of Wickedly Yours

Her skin was cold, and I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her to my body as she shook, silent tears spilling from her eyes.

“No, no, no,” she sobbed, curling her hands against my chest. “I’m no one. Please.”

“Luna.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s just a nightmare. I’m here.”

Was she seeing the demons who’d tried to attack her that night?

“I need?—”

Shaking her shoulder, I tried my best to wake her up, but whatever vision she was seeing seemed to have her in a vise.

“Zain.” More tears came from her eyes. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promised her, kissing her tears away. “It wasn’t easy to find you. I’m never letting you go again.”

She whimpered slightly, her hands clutching onto my shirt.

“You’re mine, Luna.”

It was a promise I’d never break.

“Well?” Talon raised an eyebrow, perched against my office door as he watched me work. If he was here, it meant that Thorn was with Luna, who I’d left sleepily curled up in the sheets of her bed.

I resisted raising one right back. “What?”

He just grinned. “How’s it going with your…” He trailed off. “Witch?”

“Fine.” Though I couldn’t help but think about Luna’s trembling body as she’d cried for me. What had she seen? I wanted to take her fears away. Ease her worries. Prove to her I’d never leave her. That no one would take her from me.

The other parts of last night, however… I didn’t want to sharethosedetails with anyone else. The way my body heated just thinking about what we’d been up to. That she’d taken me bare. How it had been after, in the bath together.

I’d never been one for cuddling after sex. It hadn’t appealed to me but with Luna… I couldn’t stand to be parted from her after our couplings. Though I wouldn’t dig too deep into why that might be.

Everything was… amazing. Until her nightmare.

Running my thumb across my lip, the skin caught on one of my canine teeth.

“You haven’t claimed her yet.”

“No.” My eyes squeezed shut. It was taking everything in me not to.

“Why not?” He crossed his arms. “Her scent is all over you.”

A statement that made me feel like a possessive animal. If she smelled like me, no one would dare to harm her.

“It’s too soon.” Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest. “She’s not ready for that.”

“Are you sure?” He whistled, like he knew something I didn’t. “Do you know what your future wife has been doing every day?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since you put Thorn and I on babysitting duty?—”

“Guardduty,” I corrected. Someone had to keep her safe on the off-chance someone tried to hurt her.

“Yes, yes. That.” He waved a hand in dismissal, and I scowled. “She’s been in the library.”

I blinked. “So?” I knew Luna loved books—she had a stack of them on her nightstand in her apartment, a color-coded stack that somehow just looked like it belonged—but we’d never specifically discussed her reading habits.

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