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!"

hits my bare skin as Lucas disappears through the door. The blanket does little

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

exactly what would happen the moment he stepped

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

yawn echoes through my

my neck that has nothing to do with the shower.

child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. "Do you

I snap, "Don't you dare finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. "And go be a book somewhere. It's weird to have you watching me while I'm

astronomical. Your control is nonexistent.

head. Is the ancient

uncomfortable." Grimoire straightens his shoulders, looking for all the world like a sulky child.

mean you're

several

my sex life while I'm naked in the shower." Slamming the shower door shut as gently as I can manage while showing a little temper, I glare at

shampoo into my palm with more force than necessary, I add with as much calm as I can

He started it.

most certainly did not. I

suds slide down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I swear I'll bind you

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

rug and one of you as

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

know how to

that your only concern,

silence in my head is satisfying, and Grimoire

rinsing off, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles. Stepping out, I wrap a fluffy towel around myself

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

I expect. Water drips down my legs as I pad into the living

messenger bag hangs innocently by the

showering, and has what suspiciously

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

poke at Grimoire's

when your book

his childlike face twisted in a sour expression. "Our bond has grown again. Something someone of your magical caliber

I narrow my eyes. Reaching out with my

shoulders slumping. "Sometimes you're very slow

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