Page 28 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
“I’m not hungry,” I said. But my stomach grumbled, and Bastien laughed, a deep sexy noise.
Even your body knows you’re lying. You need food. For energy. So I don’t break you when you’re impaled on my cock.
Holy hell. Had he really just said that? Abort. Abort.
I straightened my spine, drawing on every shred of strength in my body. “Manacles. Now.”
Chapter 34
Bastien
I held in my grin. Fuck she was cute.
She’d hardly eaten enough to satisfy a bird. And I hadn’t been kidding when I said she would need energy. I’d checked the bed when I lay her down. The frame was solid timber. Strong enough to withstand the way I was going to fuck her.
But apparently, not yet.
Sighing, I held in my impatience. I had already been waiting five years. What was a little longer? Turning, I adjusted my cock in the loose shorts.
“Wait there.”
Heading to the cabin’s back door, I listened for noise before I opened it. I had not sensed any large life forms when I’d gone out to the barn earlier but Humans First could still be looking for us.
The heat of my mate’s gaze nearly burned through my back and her frustration was like a simmering fire in the back of my mind.
“It’s my job to go first.”
You still don’t have your magic and I can sense danger.
We were going to have to have a conversation about this, sooner or later. Yes, it had been her job to protect me for the last five years. When I had been in human form, with no chance of shifting.
Now, I was in my full fighting form. Eight feet tall. My hide was strong and nothing short of a rocket launcher could do serious damage. My little Pixie was human and fragile. From now on if there was any hint of danger, I planned to have Elie out of the direct line of danger, always, for her own safety. She was a strong Witch. She could still protect us both with her shields and her pre-cog had saved my life more than once. But she would not go into danger before me.
I expected she would fight me on it. But I would win. Luckily she couldn’t see the grin that curved across my face at the thoughts of fighting with her. Fighting, then making up.
And there went my cock again. Fuck. Once we had these manacles off, I wasn’t going to let her out of my bed for a week. Perhaps two.
“Bastien. Any time now would be good.”
Yeah, fucking adorable when she was pissed.
But the reminder was enough to get me back on track. I drew on all my senses. First, I listened. The door was no barrier to me hearing the sounds of the forest. Nearby I discerned the chirp of birds and the squeaking of small forest animals. Nothing large was nearby. No electric motors other than the generator powering our cabin. No cars.
Next, I opened my mouth, letting the sensitive glands in my throat do their work, helping me to filter the multitude of flavours in the environment.
Behind me, my mate’s anger was sharp, like green apples. I licked my lips. Delicious. Just outside, the air tasted clean, the scent of fresh snow pervasive. Further away, the weak acrid tang of animal urine tickled my tongue. I drew in another breath. The burn of gasoline from the generator by the barn was the only chemical taste in the air.
Satisfied, I unlocked the door. Weak wintry sunlight brightened the snow-covered landscape. Blocking the doorway, I surveyed the cabin’s surroundings. Bare branches rustled in the frigid breeze. Movement at ground level drew my eyes. A small furry creature darted into a burrow, hiding from the presence of a predator.
It’s cold. You need a coat.
“Seriously? The barn is just there.”
And I’m not letting you go out there unless you have boots and a coat on.
“Whatever,” she huffed, but I could hear her backing up. I tracked her soft steps back to the bed. I heard the rustle of bedding as she sat and her louder footsteps as she returned with her shoes on.
Good girl. Now a coat.
