Page 22 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

Words buzzed in my ears. I ignored them.

My fangs had fully descended. My body, my soul, ached for the bond.

I had been waiting for so long. Then a hard twist to my nipple jolted me back to alertness.

Did my mate want to play before I gave her my bite?

Did she want me to twist her nipples too?

I searched her face for answers. Soon we would have our bond and I would know how she wanted to be pleasured.

The words, “They’re coming,” shocked me.

I’d almost dropped into the mating frenzy while my mate was in danger.

I had forgotten everything but the need to have her.

I set her down when she demanded it, my body immediately protesting the loss of her curves against me.

The loss of her warmth. She was right. I couldn’t fight while I held her.

And while she could fight, I knew she could, she didn’t need to protect me anymore.

I was her Alpha. I would protect her . Always.

Unable to stop myself, I stole a quick kiss from her soft lips, and then I turned and bolted for the fight, channelling every ounce of power I had into my legs. My battle cry reverberated in the confined space. I was made for this. Watch out fuckers. Here I come.

I sped around the corner, moving faster than their human brains could understand.

Faster than their reflexes could react. Two rows of humans blocked the corridor ahead.

The first row knelt on the concrete floor, allowing those in the second ranks to shoot over their heads.

As I sped forward, guns spat bullets into the spaces I’d already moved through. I tore into the lead row.

Grabbing the man in front of me, I whirled and threw him hard into the men standing in the next rank, sending them flying like pins in a bowling alley.

One of them didn’t have a gun, and his hands had just begun to form a shield spell when he toppled.

He was so slow. Much slower than my mate.

But even slow, I’d need to deal with him soon, before he could get up and cast an offensive spell.

Next up, was the man who had been standing beside my first victim.

Moving faster than he could comprehend, I tore his gun from his hands, easily bending the barrel.

The desire to use my claws, to rend and tear and pull his fucking heart out of his chest beat down on me.

Yes. They had kidnapped my mate. They deserved to die.

My tenuous grasp on sanity disappeared and I let the black tide rise once more.

***

When it was over, I was covered in gore and none of the humans remained alive. Luc’s gonna be pissed . He would have wanted one of them left alive to question .

Yeah, yeah , I told the human half who whispered in my mind. What would you have done? That shut him up. I chuckled darkly.

The sound of footsteps behind me made me spin around.

I knew who it was. I would recognise her steps anywhere, even if I hadn’t already scented her unique perfume.

Sudden dread gripped me, squeezing my heart, rapidly dispersing the madness.

What would she think of the scene behind me?

The carnage? I didn’t want her to be afraid of me but there was no way I could have stopped myself from taking out these men.

A stray bullet could have killed my mate. And that was unacceptable.

I risked a glance at her beautiful face. Her plump lips were pressed tightly together, brows drawn down. Hmm. Not good. My gaze travelled further down her body to where her arms were rigid, hands balled into fists. Uh oh.

This isn’t good.

No shit, Sherlock. How badly had I fucked up? What does her expression mean?

Wait, why was I asking my human half? I didn’t need him to understand my mate. I’d been trapped for so long inside this body, unable to use my full abilities, that I was forgetting to use the power at my disposal.

Her scent was sharp, hot almost. Fear would smell differently. It would be sour. This was… anger.

My mate was angry at me. Was it because I was covered in blood? Was I too gross? I shrugged off the ruins of my clothes, wiping off the worst of the mess.

When I finished, I stood proudly, showing off my body, watching as she advanced on me.

Her strides were wide, her expression fierce.

She was magnificent. A goddess. But I didn’t want her angry.

I wanted her sweet. I wanted the sugary scent of her arousal in my nostrils, the slickness of her cunt on my fingers and my cock.

And just like that I was hard. My fangs ached, ready to bite and claim.

Not now you idiot!

I ignored the gnat . So tiresome. Against the wall, or under me on the floor? Both? Once when I claimed her and then a second time. I would spend hours inside her. I had waited so long.

Suddenly my mate was right in front of me. I had lost concentration. Again. Her green eyes flashed and her cheeks were beautifully flushed. Oh baby you look good .

The slap, when it came, was a surprise. I rumbled a laugh. So feisty.

“You think this is funny?”

I laughed again, capturing her small hand in mind when she swung her arm again, stepping close. She could hit me any time. I just wanted her touch. Any way I could get it.

And then she… burst into tears.