Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 363

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.

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"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!"

A blast of arctic air hits my bare skin as Lucas disappears through the door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter’s bite, and every muscle protests as I force myself to stand.

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

You knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped into that shower with you.

"Whose side 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 wall for support.

My own, as always. Selene’s mental yawn echoes through my mind. Though I must say, our mate’s enthusiasm is entertaining.

"Please don’t." Heat creeps up my neck that has nothing to do with the shower. "It’s bad enough you have to witness everything."

"Speaking 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 you’re—"

Opening the shower door, 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 naked."

"When you’re engaging in carnal 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 have me appear next to your bed while you were in the middle of… that?"

Poor baby. Selene’s amusement fills my head. Is the ancient being uncomfortable with a little physical affection?

"I am not uncomfortable." Grimoire straightens his shoulders, looking for all the world like a sulky child. "I simply find the act far too intimate for someone of my experience."

You mean you’re a prude.

"I am several millennia old!"

"And currently arguing about 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 Grimoire through the glass.

Squeezing shampoo into my 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. Necessary, even."

He started it.

"I most certainly did not. I merely pointed out—"

"Both of you, shut up." Soap suds slide down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I swear I’ll bind you both into actual books and donate you to a library."

Impossible.

"I’m already a book."