Page 15 of Unhinged Magic
I had most definitely been stuck talking to someone. Just not who they believed. There was no way in hell I was telling them I’d spent the last few minutes of my time at Coffee Cove trying to figure out if Skye’s panties were nonexistent orstuckup her ass.
I didn’t know if it was a bluff. And I would be an irritable beast until I knew for sure. But therewouldbe a time when she was mine and I would find out for myself. And fuck if that didn’t have my dick stirring and heart longing to see her again.
Skye
Thisbarwassomethingelse. A mixture of nostalgia and luxe all wrapped into one.
I ran my fingertips along the interior wallpaper; most people would miss the subtle swirl of pattern hidden behind its dark block of color, but not me. Its texture caressed my skin as if unspoken words passed from it to the pads of my fingers, screaming to be seen. Not just another fabric.
I see you. Perfect. Timeless.
Aged lounge chairs scattered the center of the bar. Their faded floral patterns would normally express nothing but their many years of use, but in here they fit the vibe. Outside of here, I imagined them in a new life fitted with a striking new pattern, but I doubted they would ever get that opportunity. They would most likely be used until their springs failed. Dumped on the street with a 'for free' sign planted on top. I vowed right then that if I ever saw that, I would give them another life.
Tonight, I needed to dance. Like close my eyes, hands in the air, feel the beat vibrate throughout me dance. I don’t know what made me invite Morgan to my house and then to Jinxed. It wasnot one of my brightest ideas, but she was new and so was I, in a way. Scar and Jade, my roommates, had other plans and would catch up with us later.
So there I was, dancing in a way too flashy dress, in heels that I would most definitely regret wearing tomorrow. I knew my feet would hurt to no end, and if my previous experience was anything to go by, they would be scratched up to shit as well. They say you live and learn. Not me.
A happy buzz ran through my veins thanks to the alcohol currently sloshing in the glass above my head. Morgan and I circled each other, moving to the music. She beamed at me like she needed this as much as I did, her long, dark hair swaying with every beat. I needed to lose myself for just one night.
To not think abouthim.
As the thought of Wesley entered my mind, I pushed it away, taking another long drink. I had specified a double shot of vodka with good cause.
I stared at Morgan, where she danced with a noticeably good-looking male. Too good looking, in fact. Which meant he could be a…
Whoa.
Suddenly averytight-fitting, black t-shirt blocked my vision of Morgan, large biceps plunging out of each sleeve. Dark brown eyes travelled the length of me, and a flicker of something in them made me think he was on a mission to forget his troubles tonight as well.
The stranger extended his hand between us. “Wanna dance?”
Light stubble framed his thickly set jaw, a cautious gleam in his distant gaze.
Yeah, I do.
I took his hand, letting him twirl me in a circle, eyeing him cautiously as he did so. “You’re built like a wolf,” I stated as we moved to the music.
A laugh plunged from his chest, deep and throaty, as he pulled me closer. “That’s because Iama wolf.”
The hairs on my arms extended to their full height as I warily studied him closer. Even though I wore my heels, he was still much taller than me, and wider by at least twice. My encounters with werewolves had been few and far between, so I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into. All I knew was they were strong, fast, and usually lived in packs.
“Are you going to eat me?” I asked, half-joking.
A comical look twisted his head to the side. “That depends.”
I scoffed, my attempt at hiding my uncertainty terrible. “On?”
His eyes darkened even further, a hint of desire creeping into them. “What kind of eating are we talking here, gorgeous?”
Shit. I backed myself into that one. A wad of something uneasy lurked in the back of my throat.
He seemed to realize my momentary loss of words and continued. “Look. I’ve had a shit week. All I’m asking of you is a dance.”
Satisfied with his answer, I nodded, his hands immediately moving to my hips, pulling me against him. It had been a long while since I’d felt a male this close, but, annoyingly, my body didn’t react to his proximity.
What the actual shit?
I had a smoking hot wolf nuzzling my neck, and not a thing happening in my panties. Not even a twinge.
