Page 90 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Calypso

“Luc, please.” My voice was breathy, but I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.

“I haven’t punished you enough.”

I tried to arch my back, to rub my body against his, but the steel bar that was Luc’s arm held me immobile on the bed.

My arms were held above my head, the wrists tied together with a silk tie looped around one of the bars of the headboard.

He knew that if my hands were free, I’d have pulled his hair, grabbed his biceps, trying to pull him higher up my body. Anything to stop this torture.

“Please fuck me.” My orgasm was just out of reach, my entire body buzzing with the need for release.

Luc had teased me with his tongue and fingers, bringing me to the brink over and over, then easing away.

I needed to be filled with his thick cock.

I needed him to fuck me hard. To fill me. To wreck me.

“Say you’re sorry.” His fingers hovered over my clit. “Tell me you’ll never do that again.”

I couldn’t say it. I wouldn’t say it. I would do it again. “No.”

“Baby.” His breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way up my abdomen, lingering on my nipples. I moaned, helpless against the onslaught, my body pulsing with need. “If you can’t be trusted, I’ll have to keep you locked up. For your own safety.”

Locked up and full of my cock , he purred in my mind.

Promises, promises.

Luc had been insatiable since we made it to safety.

As if he needed to reassure himself that I was still there.

Still his mate. It had taken days for our bond to recover and in that whole time he had refused to let me leave his bed.

Not that I had wanted to be anywhere else.

I needed the reassurance as much as he did.

But now that our bond had fully re-formed and the doctor had declared me recovered, he’d added in punishment, in the form of orgasm denial.

Punishment for almost dying. For trying to leave him.

I understood it. I really did. I’d felt it. His visceral panic. The desolation that I’d almost gone. And while I didn’t want him to ever have to feel that way again, I refused to stay passively on the sidelines if he was in danger.

I was also over the torture he was putting me through. Luckily, I had a solution.

Wrapping my legs around his muscular torso, I tilted my hips, drawing his cock closer to my entrance.

“I promise to be in your bed every night. I promise to have my security entourage with me whenever you can’t be by my side.

” Having six guards was overkill but I could live with that.

“And I will never knowingly put myself in danger unless it’s for you… or our baby.”

That got his attention. His body stiffened above mine.

He lifted his head from his worship of my nipples, his mismatched eyes holding mine.

They blazed with emotion. A baby? He sent me his awe.

His reverence. His love surrounded me. Grounding me.

Cherishing me. I would never have enough of being loved by him.

The pregnancy hadn’t been planned, but there was no doubt that this baby was wanted.

“I’m doubling your security.” His lips captured mine, cutting off my reply. And then he snapped his hips, slamming his cock deep into my body, sheathing himself to the hilt in one movement.

I love you , I sent down the bond.

I love you more , said my monster.