Dean watched in bewilderment as Silas reached for his phone that was on the floor beside the bed. Belatedly, Dean realized it had been ringing insistently for a while.
“What!” snapped Silas down the phone.
Dean listened to the one sided conversation. It felt more than a little odd to be inside someone whilst they were taking a phone call.
“No, I can’t come right now.”
“I’m a little tied up.”
Silas sighed in exasperation, “Baltazar, I’m on Dean’s knot!”
Dean winced and was pretty sure he heard the click as Baltazar sharply hung up. Silas flung the phone down on the floor.
“Everything alright?” asked Dean, concerned.
Silas rubbed his hands over his face. “Rebels,” he said and then he laughed. “How the flipping hell did I end up fighting rebels? I was the rebel. Now I feel like I’ve joined the empire and become Darth Vader.”
Dean grinned. “You are far sexier than Darth Vader.”
Silas laughed and then gave a little moan as the movement caused Dean’s knot to move inside him. He took a moment to catch his breath. Dean watched every little detail hungrily. His wolf devouring the sight of how much pleasure his knot was giving his mate.
“I wanted to be a supervillain, not an evil overlord,” said Silas, sounding forlorn and making Dean feel guilty for perving when his mate was upset.
“Evil overlord is a promotion from supervillain, it’s what all supervillains aspire to be,” insisted Dean in an attempt to cheer Silas up.
Silas grinned and shook his head at him. “Idiot,” he breathed fondly.
Dean’s knot went down with a gush of fluids, and Silas immediately got up. Dean tried not to feel sad about how quickly Silas wanted to leave. He knew it wasn’t personal, the necromancer had important business to deal with.
All Dean could feel down the mate bond was Silas’s mind whirling as he plotted and planned on how to deal with the rebels, but Dean knew in his heart that if Silas hadn’t been distracted, he would much rather stay in bed and snuggle.
“Anything I can do to help?” Dean asked. He did not like the thought of his mate going off into battle without him.
Silas shook his head again. “Just be your delightful, sexy self when I get home.”
Dean watched as his mate gathered a change of clothes and a towel and headed for the shower. He tried not to feel worried about his mate. He didn’t want to be an overprotective alpha asshole. His mate was a terrifying badass, it was why he had fallen in love with him in the first place.
Their current arrangement worked. The Council was Silas’s thing and Dean supported him and the pack was Dean’s thing and Silas supported him in turn. They were both leaders in their own right and both happy that way.
Trying to change Silas into some stay-at-home-omega would be pointless as well as stupid. It would likely only make them both miserable. Dean sighed. It wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of work to keep himself busy with. He could get stuck in and make himself too busy to mope around fretting over his mate. Hopefully, it would also make the time pass quickly.
He grimaced as he thought of the spreadsheets waiting for him. No rest for the wicked, he told himself.
Chapter ten
Thedaypassedfartoo slowly and by nighttime, Dean lay alone in the nest, feeling morose. He had received a text from Silas earlier in the day, saying that he wouldn’t be home for a few days. Dean had peeked down the mate bond and had felt that Silas was fighting, so he daren’t interrupt and distract him. Instead, he mentally crept away and shut the metaphorical door as best as he could.
All he could do was lie there alone and worry. Helpless. Waiting. It was awful. He was just about to give up on sleeping and go brood somewhere else when a purple portal door appeared and Silas stepped into the room. Dean’s heart started to race, partly from being thrilled to see his mate and partly in alarm from wondering why he was here when he said he wasn’t going to be. Had something gone wrong? Was he hurt?
Dean looked over his mate anxiously. Silas was covered in dust. All over him. He was dressed head to toe in black, so it showed up well. Dean took in the long black leather coat, the tight leather trousers, the knee-high boots, the leather waistcoat type thing. He was even wearing leather fingerless gloves. The lower half of his face was covered in a tight fitting black mask.
He looked like some sort of steampunk airship pirate captain and Dean was here for it. His mate looked incredible. Something about the way the outfit clung to his slender frame was doing things to Dean. The image burning into his soul.
Silas shook himself like a dog, dislodging clouds of dust, and he removed the mask. Dean coughed and waved the dust away from his face.
“The middle of battle is a damn inconvenient time to go into heat,” said Silas wryly.
Dean blinked, his mind finally registering the tantalizing, enticing heat scent rolling off of Silas. Dean wondered if that was why Silas’s outfit had melted his brain. He ran his gaze over his mate again. Nope, it was definitely just the clothes. They had the power to short circuit his mind all on their own, but of course the heat scent didn’t hurt.
