Page 44 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

Luc kept his word and I kept mine. I was meek as a lamb when he moved me, under escort, to a room.

The furniture was basic. A large bed, small table with a couple of chairs and a couch.

A door led to an attached bathroom. It was still a cell, but I didn’t care.

Me, a bed and my mate. That was all I needed. And some food, once we came up for air.

The reinforced door shut behind me. I headed for the bathroom.

My mate deserved me to be clean when I took her properly.

My cock was hard, anticipating the pleasure that would soon be mine.

And hers. I paused in my pacing, pondering quickly getting myself off with my hand.

No. I had wasted five years of my seed by not claiming her.

From now on, everything I had would go in her tight cunt.

Or on her body. Her luscious tits. In her mouth.

But all too soon, my body was clean and the shower was over. And my cock was hard enough to hammer nails, my balls tight with the seed I was holding for my mate. Then I waited. I needed her now. I needed her here. Under me. Her skin against mine. Our bodies merging as one.

Frustrated, I snarled and began to pace, willing the seconds to pass.

Reaching out to her through the bond, I tested the distance between us.

I still couldn’t read her thoughts through the barrier she’d thrown up against me but thanks to the mate bond I could sense she wasn’t far away.

Anything that didn’t involve my skin against hers was too far, but in terms of distance she was close. Just not close enough.

And then she started moving. Yes.

I moved to the door, resting my head against the cool metal and I shut my eyes to concentrate.

Step by step, I sensed her approach. And then I could hear her soft footsteps and her sweet scent filled my nostrils.

She was here. Outside the door. Placing both hands on the heavy metal I leaned forward, every cell in my body trying to get close to her.

Soon, baby, soon. No more running. No more secrets.

Then her heartrate tripled, fluttering in her chest like the rapid beats of a hummingbird’s wings. The door had no handle. Fuck. A growl erupted in my throat. My mate needed me.

I held in the growl when my brother spoke. “He is responding to your anxiety,” Luc said. “He needs to look after you. Having you upset but not able to touch you is setting him off.”

Yes, it sure the fuck was. What was wrong? I had to get to her. I stepped back, eyeing the door. The hinges would be the weakest point. My chest began to vibrate with my growl and the bed legs began to clatter against the floor from the deep rumble.

Two kicks on the hinge should do it.

But before I took a step, the door swung open and my mate came flying through the air towards me.

I didn’t even need to think. My legs flexed, muscles bunching and I was in place in a heartbeat, snatching her out of the air, cradling her against my chest.

The door slamming shut behind us registered in the back of my mind, even as I carried her across the room.

She was here. She was mine. And soon she would truly understand what that meant.