Page 61 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
But before I dealt with the Humans First representative, I had to fix whatever was wrong with the bond between myself and my mate. I’d gone in hard against her shields before. I’d swept them away, demanding that she give me all of herself. And she had done it. But now her shields were up again and she was hiding her thoughts from me.
She hurts, Beast told me.She fears.
She fears us? The thought made me want to vomit. What had I done? She had seen me at my most violent, when I’d gone into full berserker mode in the bunker, and she hadn’t been afraid.
No. Not us. Smell her perfume. She knows she belongs in our arms. Her body is soft against ours. Pliant.
Her body wants us. But her mind fights the bond.
We must show her that she is ours. Beast sent me an image. An image of my Pixie, her belly swollen with our child.Tie her to us. Breed her.Keep her.
Would she fight me on this? I didn’t even know if she wanted children. From the moment I’d seen her, I’d imagined how our children would look. A boy with her green eyes. A girl with my brown ones.
More than two, said my Beast.
Let’s work on one first, I said. But if she wanted more? I would give her as many as she wanted.
I ran one hand up and down Elie’s back. Giving her wordless comfort. Feeling her soften against me. Fuck. I had done everything wrong. For five years I had kept my distance, trying to be subtle. Trying to woo her gently. To give her time to accept what we had.
All I had done was to send half of my soul mad and made my mate believe I didn’t want her. But I had to believe it wasn’t too late to fix my mistakes. We had a bond. The bond would increase her physical pleasure. I could make her crave me as much as I craved her.
Court her.
What does she want?
Orgasms.Beast sounded smug.
We can’t court her with orgasms. As much as I would like to.
Tie her to our bed. Give her so many orgasms that she forgets to use her shields.
Dude, I need some more ideas.
Against me, my mate’s body twitched as she dropped into sleep. The pilot’s voice sounded in my headset. “Five minutes, Mr President.”
Clearly, I would need more time to think about this. I knew she liked pretty things. On her days off, I’d seen her in swirly skirts and loose dresses. Clothing that was completely different to her uniform.
Bright nail polish.
Lingerie?
I would buy her enough lingerie that I could tear every single pair off her luscious body. But that gift was maybe more for me than for her.
What did my mate want?
Had the choices I’d made when I was secretly courting her been so bad? Did I know so little about my mate that I didn’t know what made her happy?
Apparently.
Beautiful beaches. Luxury ski chalets. I’d tried the lot. And her heartrate never increased with excitement. Her eyes didn’t soften. She didn’t smile.
In her vacation time she rented a small cottage in the country. Yeah, so I’d had someone find out where she went when she was away from me. I hadn’t given her my bite until recently, but she’d been my mate for five years. Of course, I fucking knew where she went on her holidays.
I’d thought she would like the fancy places I’d taken her to because they were different from the place she chose for herself. But on the morning of the Summit I’d finally realised that she had never needed any of those things.
Was that little cottage what she really wanted?
I was her mate. Her happiness was my responsibility. And so far I’d done a shit job. She had fucking panic attacks, and I didn’t know why.
