And something took over her. Something she didn’t understand. Something spontaneous that had never been allowed before. “You can look.”
He turned slowly, and she pulled her shirt over her head.
And yep, she’d worn a lace see-through burgundy bra today, just in case.
He inhaled and held the breath in his lungs as the outer edges of his eye color turned bright gold. “Fuck,” he murmured.
“Is that a compliment?” she asked as heat crept up in her neck and landed in her cheeks.
“Yep. Big compliment.” He puffed air out of his cheeks and rested his hands on his hips, the pink T-shirt dangling from his grasp. He was looking her up and down like he wanted to devour her, and there was such a sensation of power growing within her right now.
It had been a long time since a man looked at her with lust in his eyes.
The bathroom door started to swing open, and she yelped at the same time Vic blurred into motion.
“Bathroom’s closed,” he barked as he slammed the door back into place. “Two minutes.”
“Dude, I have to take a piss!” a disgruntled man said from outside.
“One sec,” Vic whispered to her, and then swung the door open by inches. “Hey man, the hottest woman I have literally ever laid eyes on is in here showing me her tits. I will never get this opportunity again. I will give you twenty bucks to piss off.”
There were a few moments of silence on the other side of the door and then, “I’ll keep everyone out. You have three minutes.”
“Bro,” Vic said in a relieved voice. “Yes! Thank you.” He fist-bumped the guy and shut the door again. He turned for Lyric and said, “Carry on.”
Lyric had been grinning and blushing during that entire exchange. “You said I’m the hottest girl you’ve ever seen, and there was truth in your voice,” she said softly.
“I mean…” Vic gestured to her. All of her. Then he closed the space between them, stood behind her, and turned her gently toward the mirror.
She had defined abs and a curve to her shoulders like most female werewolves. She looked strong, but she’d been blessed with curves. She didn’t usually pay it much attention, but Vic made her feel pretty. Behind her, he was enormous. He did something that shocked her.
He pulled her back tight against his chest, slipped his hand around her throat, lowered his head to look at the phone he lifted up, and he took a picture of their reflection in the mirror.
Then he showed her.
He looked huge, dark, and broody, with stark tattoos down his arm, and she looked small and confident. Her chin was tilted slightly into the air, and she wore a wicked little smile as she stared right at the camera. The lace of her bra added texture to the picture.
They looked quite beautiful together, in a dangerous sort of way.
A knock sounded on the door, and Vic called out, “One minute.” Then he pulled his pink t-shirt over her head, settled it onto her torso, and tied the excess in a little knot at her stomach. It actually didn’t look half bad.
Him fitting himself into her little black T-shirt was much funnier. The seams were struggling just to stay together.
She could see every muscle in his chest, abs, back and shoulders in this shirt.
“Ready to meet Earl?” he asked.
“Oh my God, you brought your hamster?”
“Tabian and Bridger are hamster-sitting him. I have to get back before Bridger eats him. He’s crazy.”
“Are Tabian and Bridger members of your Pack?” she asked as he grabbed her hand again and led her to the door.
“Yep. It’s boys night tonight. We’re all single.”
“And ready to mingle?” she guessed.
“Well, technically I was waiting to see if you would show up.” He led her to the hallway and into the bingo room. “I had plans to be an awesome wingman for them though if you didn’t come tonight.”
