Page 14 of The Bookseller and the Alpha
Luc
My fingers hovered over the screen on my phone. I had almost called Caly a number of times during the afternoon. But if I called her she’d expect an update on her case, and the truth was that I had no new information. I just wanted to hear her voice. Sam had called earlier, telling me about a call Caly had received in the morning. And then a threatening text. Beast had risen up under my skin at that. Wanting to hunt and kill. But the number had been a dead end. A burner phone bought with fake ID. It had to be connected somehow.
Now it was late, already well past midnight and I was still at the Palace. With the Summit coming up, my team had already been overloaded before Bas had called me this morning. I didn’t regret it, but I resented that I couldn’t go to her now. That I wasn’t the one looking after her.
My thoughts had returned to her time and time again during the evening. I wanted to hear her voice; to feel the thrill in my blood that only she caused. My thoughts kept circling around the same questions. What were Calypso and Sam doing? Laughing over dinner? Sharing a couch in her loungeroom? I imagined Calypso lying on her bed, wearing only the lacy bra I’dseen hints of this morning and a pair of matching panties, and my cock jumped to attention.
Mine. Not Sam’s.The voice in my mind snarled.Our woman. Kill Sam.
We will not kill Sam. I pushed back against my inner monster.He is our friend and our employee. He is doing what we told him to do.
Ours!
The simple word rocked me. Calypso was ours. Both halves of my soul had found my mate. And while I couldn’t let my Beast out, it would do neither of us any good to deny the truth.
But I had to wait until I had Beast more under control. I hadn’t been able to get my shields back in place since I’d first seen Caly. Something about the presence of our mate had given him power I didn’t know he had. I was going to have to proceed slowly, staying in control. I couldn’t risk him gaining the upper hand. But Beast was right about one thing. She was my mate and it was my right to protect her.
Yes, said Beast.Be close to her. Listen to her breathe in the deep of night. Kill anyone who comes for her.
I could do that. Fuck it. I’d give this another thirty minutes, then I’d go to my mate. I texted Sam, letting him know that I would take over.
Chapter 16
Calypso
Featherlight kisses trailed down my shoulder and down between my breasts. I shivered in pleasure and my nipples hardened.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. Each place where his lips had landed pulsed with a warm glow, and my core clenched in response. Dampness slicked between my legs.
“What are you doing to me?” He blew a warm breath on the side of my neck and my hips jerked in response.Oh my god.He was barely touching me, and I was ready to explode. I’d never felt anything like this before. My arms were stretched out on the pillow above my head, and one large hand caged both my wrists in his. His grip was gentle, but implacable.
“Ssh, no talking.” His voice vibrated against my stomach. With the hand not holding my wrists, he gripped my ass and lifted my torso, pulling down my underwear in one swift move.
I gasped. The air was chill against my bare skin.
And then the chill was replaced with heat. His skin, against mine. Banishing the chill. My hips arched, seeking closer contact. His cock pressed against my thigh. I needed more. I was desperate, out of control. I wanted to writhe against him, but an arm like iron wrapped around my torso, holding me still.
“Please.” Please don’t stop. Please fuck me. Please take all of me. Do what you want with me. My thoughts collided against each other. This was crazy. I barely knew him. I’d only just met him and he was arrogant and annoying, but I could not stop. My body craved him like an addict needing a fix.
“I said no talking. Now I’ll have to punish you.”
His head moved lower and a hot breath whispered across my bare sex. When he licked my seam, I moaned. His tongue flicked out, again and again, tasting my juices. He moved his lips and found my clit, biting down, just enough to cause a brief burst of pain. Pain which increased the pleasure when he soothed the tender nerves with his tongue. Ohmygods. My hips jerked involuntarily. I could feel the pressure building, the force inside me like a dam ready to burst. I heard myself panting. I was so close. And he knew it, but he’d stopped anyway. This was my punishment.
Luc lifted his head and his eyes bored into mine. In the darkness, they shone an impossible blue. His inner Beast was in the driving seat. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me. It was primal, raw. I couldn’t look away. I was drowning in the depths of his gaze.
“Nothing to say?”
“Bastard,” I mouthed and he chuckled. Rich and sensual, the timbre of his voice resonated deep inside me.
Slowly he lowered his head to kiss me. His lips, full and warm, settled on mine. Then he devoured my mouth. It was a claiming. A branding. His tongue thrust between my lips, dominating the kiss. I gasped into his mouth as two fingers thrust inside me. Liquid heat swirled in my core, and my muscles pulsed to the rhythm of his fingers.
As my orgasm swept over me, I tore my mouth from his. If he was going to punish me, I could punish him in return. Blindly, I turned my head to his shoulder. I bit him. Hard.
He reared back. The grip on my wrists tightened for a moment, as his muscles clenched in shock. His free hand grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. I don’t know how he would react, not exactly, but I didn’t expect the fierce satisfaction and the slow smug smile that followed after. His voice, an impossibly deep rumble said, “Mine.”
The blare of my phone startled me out of my dream and I jerked upright. I was hot and sweaty all over, my nipples sensitive against the sensible flannel of my pyjamas. My core clenched, seeking fulfilment and my pants were damp. Gods. I’d had the hottest dream of my life. About Luc. I flushed, remembering that Sam was in my lounge room. That was some dream.
I reached for my bedside lamp and blinked against the light. My phone rang again, insistent. Pompy, oblivious, still snored contentedly beside me.
