At some point in the night, Thorin shifted back to Silas. So now there’s a very naked man lying face down with his arms wrapped around my legs. His lips are parted as he sleeps away, but his muscular ass is far too hard not to notice, and I can’t help myself when I stare.
Who knew a man could have such a nice butt? One that leads to large legs and a very broad back. Silas doesn’t have any tattoos that I can see, only a branding on his left shoulder and a few healed scars. They’re all so faintly pink that you can barely see them.
I wonder what healing is like in the shifter world? Is it sped up?
In order to not stare at what seems to be the best looking ass in male creation, I focus in on a scar on his shoulder, dragging my fingertip across his flesh.
He inhales quickly, a surefire sign that he’s about to wake up. Instead of making this more awkward than it is, I lie back down, feigning sleep.
I do my best not to tighten my eyes too tightly and give myself away, which is hard, because he’s grumbling to himself.
“You stupid fuck. Now I don’t have any clothes. What were you even thinking?”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to Thorin…interesting.
“She’s nothing, Thorin, I’ve had enough,” he says, swinging open the bathroom door and turning on the shower.
Well, that was certainly something. I glance at the bathroom door and make a snap decision, grabbing a hotel key, phone, my car keys, and my wand.
I don’t give a shit that I’m walking down the street wearing just Silas’ shirt. That doesn’t even smell that awesome. Maybe earthy, masculine, and rich. But I bet that other Alpha smelled this good, too.
Oh, the lies I delude myself with.
As soon as I get to the car, I grab mine and Silas’ bag. Part of me just wants to get dressed and go scope out the jewelry store for myself. But it’s clear the city is rife with shifters and after last night, it’s evident Thorin and Silas aren’t on the same page.
Who would’ve thought I’d come to like a wolf more than I would a man?
The lock of the hotel room whirls and as soon as I walk in, I’m greeted with a wet-haired Silas, his whole manly chest on display, while his bottom half is wrapped in a towel.
I’ve seen far too much of this man this morning.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he seethes, pacing, and I can’t help but to laugh. “What are you laughing about?”
“You and Thorin pace the same way,” I tell him, tossing him his backpack. “Forgive me for thinking you didn’t want to walk around naked all day.”
He catches the backpack and looks back at me. “You wore that out?” he says, looking at the way his shirt hits me mid thigh.
“Yes, well, Thorin apparently tore my dress from last night into pieces,” I say, pointing over to the corner.
He nods, looking back at my legs again before heading to the bathroom. I take that opportunity to change myself.
I go casual, with high-waisted denims and a black t-shirt with witch’s silhouettes on the front that says girls will be girls. I pull out my wand and quickly spell my makeup and hair into place.
When Silas opens the door, he looks me up and down. “Are you just trying to broadcast that you’re a witch?” he says, pointing to my shirt.
“Says the wolf shifter wearing plaid. Come on, the jewelry store opens in twenty minutes.”
We grab breakfast first, Silas eating an ungodly amount of food while I drink my iced coffee and bite down on a beignet.
“Does shifting make you hungry?” I ask, as we stand across the street from the jewelry store, casing the place.
“I’m always hungry,” he says easily, eating his second breakfast burrito.
“You haven’t asked me about last night,” I question.
I mean, the man was belittling his wolf this morning and reminding him that I’m nobody.
“No need. I know Thorin wouldn’t hurt you,” he says and my brows furrow.
