Page 66 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Calypso

I was trying to stay strong. I wanted to know what had happened yesterday. Why Luc had never changed before then. I was going to have a conversation dammit. I wasn’t going to be tempted by his magic dick and his magic mouth. Or his magic fingers.

But the moment he’d entered the room, the persistent ache in my chest began to ease. And when he sat down near me, the tension drained out of my body. I just wanted to climb into his lap and have him wrap those strong arms around me.

No. I have to be strong.

“Can we talk about what happened yesterday?” I was proud that my voice wasn’t breathy.

“Did my Beast form frighten you?” He held himself very still, as if he was worried that I would run. “I would never hurt you.”

“I know.” It was true. He didn’t frighten me. It was important that he know that. He was scary, but I wasn’t scared. He was dangerous but that danger would never be directed at me. I paused, losing my train of thought. He was looking at me as though I was dinner and he was starving.

I told him that I wanted to hear everything.

He hesitated. My eyes traced the curve of his lips.

I remembered the feel of them against my core.

I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together.

My resolve weakened. Did I really need to know the answer?

I wanted to know it, sure. There must have been a good reason why he had never Shifted.

As he said in the car yesterday when we left his parents’ house, he had secrets to tell me.

He had sounded sad, as though those secrets could change my mind.

And perhaps they could have. If he’d told me then, when I’d first asked him.

And it would have been a mistake. Because anything he’d said would not have been as convincing as him showing me.

Showing me how far he would go to keep me safe, even though he feared that he would lose me.

Because he loved me. He’d shown me that too.

The storm of emotions that he normally kept locked behind a wall. It humbled me.

So now, with him here, his burning gaze on me, it no longer seemed to matter so much.

In fact, I realised with a sudden shock, it didn’t matter at all.

If he wanted to tell me, he could. If he didn’t want to tell me, I wouldn’t demand it.

He was entitled to keep his secrets. All that mattered was that by shifting last night, after denying the shift for so long, he had put himself at risk. For me.

It was time.

Don’t overthink it. Just do what seems right.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, taking a step back, towards the bedroom, pulling my sweater off my body and over my head. My bra was black and lacy.

Luc stood abruptly, stalking forward, his eyes tracking my movement before they locked onto my breasts.

It gave me a rush of confidence that he liked what he could see.

His entire body was tense, muscles taut.

His head tilted, eyes locking onto mine, nostrils flaring.

He looked like a predator, ready to chase. Ready to devour.

I clenched my thighs against the rush of wetness between my legs and a moan escaped my lips. Why was that so hot?

I licked my lips again.

Luc growled.

I wanted to run. I wanted him to chase me. Catch me. I wanted him to fuck me. Bite me. Claim me. I wanted him and only him.

“Luc.” My voice was husky.