Page 71 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
We’re both silent for a few minutes, contemplating the strange similarities our different lives have to one another. Both stemming from the same shared event in our past.
“Perhaps it’s something we both need to work on,” I suggest softly in the quiet of the forest.
“Perhaps.”
“Maybe, we could start with a few people and move up from there?”
He nods, still watching the moon and tracing patterns across my skin with his large fingers. I watch him as we lay there. Wondering what it would be like, dating a shifter. Images ofdomesticity flash through my mind, mixed with a healthy dose of sass, sex and happiness.
My future has never appeared appealing to me. Filled with more of the same and not much else. Loneliness, isolation, and disappointment. For the first time in years, I’m optimistic about what’s to come. That is if I make the choice to change. To try something…else. I think I could.
My stomach gurgles and growls loud enough for us both to hear, making sure I can’t ignore it. I didn’t each much before I met with Ryder. Too nervous to keep anything down. Ryder glares down at me and my stomach, scowling.
“When was the last time you ate?” he demands.
“I don’t know. Lunch maybe.”
“That is unacceptable.”
In one swift motion, Ryder stands and lifts me in his arms. I’m still completely naked, as is he. I kind of like the feeling and freedom of being nude in the wild.
“I must make sure my woman is well fed, so she is strong enough to try to outrun me again.”
“Hey, I almost had you,” I argue.
“No, you didn’t.”
Okay he’s probably right, there was no way I was outrunning him in his true form. “Next time don’t shift, then we’ll see who’s the faster.”
His eyes alight at the challenge. I just inadvertently promised him another chase through the woods. Which means I’d have to stay for longer to fulfill that promise.
“Fine, but you still won’t outrun me, Red.”
He begins to walk, still carrying me, I assume back to the house.
“Wait, my clothes.”
He stops and looks around the forest floor. When he spots the material, he crouches to scoop them up including my boots and knife. He doesn’t set me down so I can dress though.
“You know this would be easier if I were standing, on the ground, not in your arms.”
“You can get dressed when we get closer to the house. We have cleaning stations set up in the perimeter of the woods with towels and water. We’ll clean up some before you get dressed again. Plus, I like holding you naked.”
I wiggle in his hold and realize washing up a little might be a good idea. There’s a mess of stickiness between my thighs and grass stuck to my ass, I cringe at the thought of putting on my pants over it.
When we get close enough to the house to see lights in the distance, Ryder walks parallel to the house until we come across a small makeshift cleaning area. Clean towels are stacked in a box along with bottles of water. There’s a laundry bag for the used towels, and a trash can nearby filled with not just empty water bottles, but what looks like torn and dirty clothing.
Ryder spots me eying it suspiciously. “Some shifters get a little excited about the shift and forget to remove their clothing first. I went through a lot of shirts in my youth.”
“Speaking of clothing. Where are yours?” I ask, now eying his nude body. His muscles tight and solid, a thin sheen of sweat still clinging to them. “Not that I’m complaining.”
The corner of his mouth tilts with a sultry grin and a slightly mischievous look. “Back in the yard.”
“You’re just going to walk out there, butt naked?”
“Yup. Worried other females will see me?”
Now that he mentions it. I wasn’t before, but now I am. He’s an attractive man with an impressive package. I’m sure there are many who would love to gawk at his body, not just females. I cross my arms over my bare breasts, because he destroyed mybra. I guess I hadn’t considered how I was going to get dressed either. I managed to slip back into my pants after washing up our mess but completely forgot about my lack of top.
