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!"

door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter's bite, and every muscle protests as I force myself to

the bathroom. "Never trusting that lying Alpha

knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped into that

it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around me, and I lean

Selene's mental yawn echoes through my mind. Though

has nothing to do with the

Grimoire materializes on the counter, in his child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. "Do you two have any idea how difficult it is to

at him threateningly.

continues, ignoring my warning. "The amount of magic you release during those moments is astronomical. Your control is nonexistent. How awkward would that be, to have me appear next to your bed while you were in the

the ancient being uncomfortable with a little physical

a

you're a

several

shower door shut

palm with more force than necessary, I add with as much calm as I can fake, "Can we not? I think it's reasonable to shower in private.

He started it.

not. I

down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I swear I'll

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

donate one of you as a rug and one of you as a

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

how to skin

your only concern, Selene? Because I

head is satisfying, and Grimoire

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

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

into the bedroom. Nothing but rumpled sheets and scattered clothes from last night's activities, as I expect. Water drips down my legs

hangs innocently by

are you getting the 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

problem with stealing food off the counter. She figures if I don't eat it, it's fair

more importantly—I poke

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

"Our bond has grown again. Something someone of your magical caliber should be able

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

you're very slow for someone so

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