Page 18 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

I smelled blood. Not just the blood of the men I’d killed. Her blood.

My mate had hurt herself. She should never hurt.

Never bleed. It was wrong. I didn’t know much, but the urge to protect her, even from herself, drummed an insistent beat in my chest. We had to get away from this place, from the man who’d tried to harm her.

We weren’t safe here. Then, once we were safe, I would make her mine.

I would worship at her feet, feasting on her cunt until her screams of pleasure turned hoarse, until her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat.

Until she begged to be filled with my cock.

With my cum. Begged me to take her and breed her.

I would fuck her then I would bite her. My fangs ached at the prospect.

We would stay in my den until my seed took.

With my mark on her neck and my baby in her belly no-one would doubt my claim on her.

No-one would dare to look at her perfect tits.

Or her ass. She was mine. And soon she would know it.

First, I needed to tend to her wound. The dark red drops on her perfect lips looked so sweet.

I leaned down towards her. She stilled. There was no fear in her scent.

Pride filled me. She was so fucking brave.

And then my tongue touched her lip. Her pupils dilated as my tongue lapped at the liquid.

My cock jerked. I could take her now. She was receptive.

Without looking away from my mate, I extended my senses. Somewhere down the hallway there was a commotion. Someone had realised that there was a problem. But I still had time.

“Stop,” said my mate, stepping backwards.

No. She was never going to be away from my side again.

When she was near, the rage had less of a hold on me.

Having her in my arms last night had soothed me.

Even though I had still been trapped, she had calmed me by her nearness.

I needed her beside me always. I stalked after her.

She said something about noise. Oh right.

Yes, that. I smirked. I suppose I had been a bit loud when I’d ripped their heads off.

But they had deserved it. I wasn’t sorry.

After so long being trapped inside the human’s body it had felt so good to be myself.

To show my mate I could protect her. That I would always keep her safe.

When the danger surrounding us had become an immediate threat to my mate, I’d lost myself to the darkness.

But now, my mind felt clearer than it had been in years.

Being stuck inside my human body, being unable to touch her for so long, had been agony.

Every moment torture. But in this cell, even while in my other form, I’d been able to touch her.

I’d sensed her longing for me. Holding her in my arms as she slept had awoken something in me.

Something more than the darkness, the clawing need, the madness , that had been my longtime companion.

I wanted to prove myself to her. I understood what I had to do.

This, being in my true form, protecting my mate, was my purpose.

And she would choose me. As much as I would have preferred that my mate not be a prisoner here with me, this was my opportunity. My chance.

And I would have to be clever. Stay sane.

I had to fight the urge to fuck. To rut.

To bite . If I lost myself in her body the way I wanted, the humans would catch us.

And they would hurt her. That couldn’t happen.

I wouldn’t allow it to happen. I was the biggest predator on the planet and she was my mate.

I sighed. I was going to have to listen to the voice that was shouting in my mind.

The voice of the man I’d shoved down when I changed.

The voice of sanity. That annoying fucker who’d locked me in his mind, refusing to share our body with me.

How does it feel now sucker? I gloated. I’m in charge now. And you’re never getting out.

When she waved her hands in front of me, I’d understood that she wanted her manacles off.

I got distracted by the way her tits bounced with the movements of her arms. What colour were her nipples?

Did she like them to be sucked? Bitten? I realised she was still speaking.

I had tuned out the words, but I understood her actions.

The restraints on my wrists had broken when I shifted to my proper form.

The idiots hadn’t understood that the spells on the metal wouldn‘t work against Shifter magic, but they stopped my mate being able to use her powers. But my fingers were too large. I couldn’t get a proper grip to twist the metal and my mate flinched when I tried.

She tried to get in my face about it. Her scent had sharpened.

She was angry. I didn’t give a fuck. She could be as angry as she wanted.

It would hurt her if I pulled the manacles off.

And I could never do that. I was her Alpha.

I had to protect her. To give her pleasure.

Never harm her. Pulling my hands away from the manacles, I took her tiny, perfect hand in mine and turned towards our way out.

I paused in the doorway, listening. Sounds came distantly from the right. Urgent voices. The sounds of weapons being readied. I turned my head to the left. The corridor was well lit. I sniffed the air. The air was sterile, almost scent-less. Only the faint trace of human sweat lingered. That way.