Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 363

Chapter 363 Ava: He Lied!

He lied.

That asshole motherfucker lied.

Lied. To my face.

To.

My.

Face.

My glare could melt steel, but Lucas just pulls his shirt over his head, muscles rippling with the movement. Our blanket is clutched tight against my chest—not that there's any point in modesty after last night, but right now I need all the armor I can get.

He gets ideas when he sees my bare skin.

"You lied to me."

"Did I?" His eyebrow arches as he buttons his jeans. "We showered."

"Oh, is that what you call what happened in there?" Heat floods my cheeks at the memory. My skin bears the evidence of his attention—little marks scattered across my collarbone, my breasts, my thighs. Everything aches in the most delicious way, but that's not the point. "You said we'd clean up."

"And we did." His lips twitch. "Eventually."

"After you—" My voice catches. Even now, after everything we've done, after months of intimacy, certain words stick in my throat.

"After I what?" The bastard's enjoying this.

"You know what."

"I never said I wouldn't." He shrugs, all false innocence. "You assumed."

I pull the blanket higher, wincing as muscles protest the movement. "You're impossible."

"You weren't complaining last night." He crosses the room, and before I can dodge, his lips press against my forehead. "Rest today. You need it."

The pillow flies from my hand, but he's already moving, laughing as he sidesteps my attack.

"Jerk!"

disappears through the door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter's bite, and

I mutter, hobbling toward the bathroom. "Never trusting that lying Alpha

what would happen the moment he

my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our

echoes through my mind. Though I must say, our

creeps up my neck that has nothing to do with the shower. "It's bad enough you have to

everything." Grimoire materializes on the counter, in his child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. "Do you two have any

finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at

astronomical. Your control is nonexistent. How awkward would that be, to have me appear next to your

Is the ancient being uncomfortable with

Grimoire straightens his shoulders, looking for all the world like a sulky child. "I simply find the act far

you're a

am several

my sex life while I'm naked in the shower." Slamming the shower door shut as gently as

I add with as much calm as I can fake, "Can we not? I think it's

He started it.

most certainly did not.

my hair. "Or I

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

donate one of you as a rug and one of

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

don't know how

your only concern, Selene?

in my head is satisfying,

rinsing off, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles. Stepping out, I

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

activities, as I expect. Water drips down my legs as I pad into the living room, leaving

messenger bag hangs

house wet? Selene asks, sounding exasperated. She must have come back in while I was showering, and has what suspiciously looks like jam on her muzzle. Probably the toast with jam Lucas made for me before he got

food off the counter. She figures if I don't

importantly—I poke at Grimoire's

the hell did you appear in the bathroom when your book form is all the way

me, his childlike face twisted in a sour expression. "Our bond has

out automatically before I narrow my eyes. Reaching out with my magic, I probe our connection. "Wait. It feels exactly

"Sometimes you're very

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