Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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 every muscle protests as I force

I mutter, hobbling toward the bathroom.

the moment he stepped into

are you on?" The hot water stings as it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around me, and I lean against the tile

own, as always. Selene's mental yawn echoes through my mind. Though

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

of witnessing everything." 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 maintain my form when

dare finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. "And go be a book

relations," he 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

head. Is the ancient being

world like a sulky child.

mean you're a

several

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

as I can fake, "Can we not? I

He started it.

did not. I merely pointed

slide down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I swear I'll bind you both into actual books

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

rug and one of you as a

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

how to

only concern, Selene? Because I

head is satisfying, and Grimoire disappears from

the hot water soothe

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

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

hangs innocently by

back in while I was showering, and has what suspiciously looks like jam on her muzzle. Probably the toast with

stealing food off the counter. She figures if

poke at

appear in the bathroom when your book

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

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

you're very slow for