Page 32 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

I tightened my arms around my mate as I ran through the frozen landscape.

She hadn’t realised that I could hear her every thought.

And I wasn’t going to tell her. I didn’t care if she thought it was wrong.

She was my mate and it was my duty to look after her.

I needed to know every little thing about her.

After five years I had learned all the superficial things: the food she liked to eat, the books she liked to read.

But I craved more. All her innermost thoughts.

How to fulfil her fantasies. How to eliminate all the negative feelings that swirled round in her big brain.

She didn’t think she was good enough for me? That this was temporary? She thought she could become the Ice Queen and push me away? Fuck no. She was never closing herself off from me. I had waited too long for her. The desire to cosset and cherish her burned like a flame in my chest.

I would find shelter. I would feed her and tend to the hurts on her body.

Then I would fuck her till she sobbed my name.

Then I would fuck her some more, until she could think of nothing but pleasure.

The negative thoughts would disappear. I would get her as addicted to me as I was to her.

And I would give her a baby or five. My cock swelled at the thought of her pregnant with my baby. We would start tonight.

Yes, good plan.

She needs more than sex, you idiot.

I sent him an image of my middle finger and reinforced my mental walls. I can make her happy . Don’t need you .

The air temperature was dropping as the afternoon shadows lengthened. My body heat was keeping my mate warm, but we needed someplace with a roof. And a bed.

There had been few signs of civilisation since I’d burst through the doors of the bunker where we’d been held.

No roads. No smoke from chimneys. Just snow and trees.

The lonely sounds of birds on the wind. It suited my purpose to have my mate alone.

No-one would report an ogre to the authorities, bringing my brother and his security team down on us.

But unless I found a building soon, I’d be forced to turn back.

My eyes searched the horizon continuously. My sight far superior to a human’s, the gathering shadows were no impediment.

There!

Tucked into a hillside, snow obscuring the roofline was a hunting cottage or hikers’ hut. The building was dark, no welcoming lights shone through the windows.

A den.