Page 39 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
Words. What were words again?
But he was right. The anxiety that had overwhelmed me as I waited outside the room with Luc had completely disappeared. Huh. Lust was a good antidote to anxiety. Who knew?
Then I was airborne again. Shit. This was becoming a habit. Bastien had dropped me. He’d just opened his arms and dropped me. Onto a bed.
Oh.
Now that I wasn’t surrounded by hard ogre body (and I didn’t want to think about how my body was disappointed about that) I had enough brain cells to take in my surroundings. A room, with bare walls and a concrete floor. Simple furniture. A doorway which likely led to a bathroom.
And a massive bed. That I’d just been tossed upon. And from the predatory look in the eyes of the male that was approaching me, he had plans for this bed. For me.
“We should talk.” I licked my lips, scrambling up to my knees, putting my hand out. As if that would stop him.
Hot blue eyes lasered onto my mouth and my panties dampened. Oh sweet heavens. That look.
No talking.
“Yes, talking.” Bastien ignored me, kneeling one of his thick legs onto the bed. I scooted back towards the headboard, out of the reach of his questing arm. I spoke more quickly, as if that would make him listen. “You need to let your human side back out. If you don’t, you can’t rule the Council again.”
No. A large hand wrapped around my ankle, tugging me slowly, inexorably toward him.
I could fight him. Of course I could. I had my magic back. But this was Bastien. I didn’t want to fight him. I had been inlove with him for five years. I didn’t want to hurt him. And I could have generated a shield with the flick of my fingers and a few spell words. But they refused to come. My fingers clutched the soft blanket, rather than form the runes for the spell.
My own body was betraying me. It knew what I wanted. Bastien knew what I wanted.
And Luc had said that this was what Bastien needed. That he would have more chance of finding equilibrium in his two halves once the mating frenzy settled.
All I had to do was accept it. To accept him. To accept that he believed that I was his mate. I still didn’t believe it. Not really. Not in my heart.
Maybe Luc was right. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe when Bastien returned to his normal self he’d regret the decision. I brought nothing to the table. No political capital. No alliances. I was just me. Sure, I was powerful, but I was a nobody.
And I so desperately wanted to be somebody. I wanted to behiseverything.
I just had to say yes. What did I have to lose?
He’d already starred in my fantasies for the past five years. Sure, I’d fantasised about him in his human form, not as an eight-foot tall silver-skinned ogre, but it was still Bastien. This was who he really was. When the mask of civilisation dropped, this was him at his core.
He was the sexiest male I’d ever seen. And he was looking at me as though I was dessert. Crème brûlée and chocolate mousse. Indulgent and luxurious. No-one had ever looked at me with such intensity. It was a huge shot of self-confidence.
My gaze dropped from his eyes to the enormous cock between his legs. It was hard, slapping against his stomach. Would he even fit? He hadn’t tried when we were in the bunker. Was he expecting to shove it all inside me?
In sudden panic I kicked against his hold on my ankle. I wasn’t ready for that. But his grasp on my skin just got tighter. Down the bond, he pressed reassurance against my mind. Surprised, I stopped fighting.
“You will fit me,” he said, his voice like gravel and sin. “You have my mate bite.”
“What?” If I was going to do something, I had to do it now. I was nearly at the foot of the bed. My legs spread of their own accord around his thighs. His cock pressed against me. Heat spread from my core, my body flushing. My breaths grew short and my pulse drummed in my throat. Was I really going to do this?
“Look at me baby.”
I lifted my eyes to his. There was no trace of Bastien, the man, in the blue fire of his gaze. It seared me. Held me.
Fabric ripped and tore. Cool air whispered against my bare skin. I didn’t move. I was the prey. He was the predator. And I was thoroughly caught.
Chapter 44
Bastien
I didn’t need to hear her thoughts to know what she was thinking. Her expressive face told me everything. She was caught between lust and fear. Fear of how it would feel to be claimed by me. She had no need to worry. I was her mate. Her Alpha. Her pleasure was my goal. For the rest of our lives.
