Page 27 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
Electra
Come mate. Let me feed you.
Nuh, uh. We weren’t going to do that. I sat up, noticing that my sore shoulder had been taped and I was wearing unfamiliar clothing. The fabric was soft and the shirt was loose over the bandages. My feet were bare. Bastien had looked after me while I was passed out. I didn’t want to acknowledge how that made my heart soften.
He stood in the kitchen, the counter between us, watching me with those bright eyes. His stare was hot, possessive. An image appeared in my mind. A picture of him carrying me to the table. I shook my head. I needed to keep my distance.
Carefully, I swung my legs around and raised my body to standing, waiting to see if I was still dizzy. My head spun a little. Bastien made an abrupt motion, as if to come and get me, but I held up a hand, forestalling him. The dizziness settled and I walked to the table. I saw a jug of water on the scarred wooden surface and my body suddenly screamed for the liquid. Anticipating my needs, Bastien reached the table before me, and poured the water into a glass, wordlessly holding it out to me.
I chugged half the glass in one go but forced myself to go slowly after that. I knew the drill. I was dehydrated and if I went too quickly, I could make myself ill. While I drank, Bastien returned to the kitchen and came out with one plate, piled high with food, which he placed on the table in front of me.
I blinked, processing the scene in front of me. Bastien had served me food, while wearing tight boxers and I got a good look at his fine-as-hell ass before I averted my eyes and dropped into the one chair that had been placed at the table.
“Could you put on some more clothes please?” My voice was embarrassingly husky.
Why would I do that?His mental voice was amused and waaay too sexy.
I pressed my lips together. And my thighs. I thought of the snow outside. I was ice. Frozen tundra. I would ignore his nakedness.
Bastien moved to my side, arms crossed over his chest. There was still only one plate on the table. I tilted my head up, all the way up, to meet his eyes. I wouldn’t look at his shoulders. Or the bulging biceps. “Have you already eaten?”
No baby.He smirked.
I gasped, letting out a squeak of surprise when Bastien lifted me, sat on the chair and placed me on his lap. Instinctively, I tried to rise, but one strong arm banded around my torso, holding me in place.
You’re my mate. It is my privilege and my honour to feed you first.
While I was still gaping, he calmly picked up a spoon, scooped up some of the savoury-smelling stew, and brought it tomy mouth, taking full advantage of my surprise to slip the spoon past my lips.
A strong hunger cramp gripped my stomach and my body took over. I chewed and swallowed. He was ready with another spoonful when I had finished that mouthful. And then another. And another.
Good girl.It was a satisfied purr.
My whole body reacted to his words, a flush spreading from my core out to my extremities.Ohgods.
I froze when I realised that I’d arched my back, pressing my ass into the enormous, very hard cock in my lap.
Like what you feel darlin’? This is all for you. He lifted his hips, pressing his cock harder against my body.
I had to stall. We had to avoid further intimacy. Avoid strengthening the bond. As I shifted away from him, the manacle on my wrist clunked heavily against the table, the harsh sound bringing my brain back online.
What had I been thinking? Sitting on Bastien’s lap, letting him feed me. My first priority had to be his safety. I pushed at his arms, and he let me stand. I turned, hands outstretched.
“Have you found any tools that we could use to remove my manacles?”
His heavy brows dropped into a frown.Tomorrow will be soon enough. You need to eat. Rest. I will protect you.
I pretended that my heart didn’t beat faster at the declaration. “Not tomorrow. Now.”
He patted his thighs.When you have finished eating.
“I’m done,” I said.
He shook his head.You need more.
I shut my mouth with a click. No-one had ever told me I should eat more. I spent my life denying myself things I wanted to eat. Mother had restricted my calorie intake from the day my powers came in. Watching every single thing I put in my mouth. And I had hated it. My body wanted to be curvy, like my sister.Iwanted to be curvy.
But as much as I hated it, she had been right. The physical training for my qualifications had been brutal and the gym regimen Palace bodyguards were expected to follow meant that I had to stay light and in shape. Chocolate. Icecream. Almond croissants. Fuck. When had I last had an almond croissant? I couldn’t remember.
