Page 127 of The Hunt
He unrepentantly grinned up at me.
“We have a big day ahead of us,” I said. “Stay focused. Before we spread the word about our new relationship status, I want to let the druids know that Megan is now aware of Ashlyn’s disappearance. And that’s definitely a conversation that needs to happen in person. I’d say we could find them after we tell Adira and your dad that we’re together,” a blush flooded my cheeks, “but I’m worried convincing those two might take a while. Ashlyn needs to come first.”
“I agree with you,” Fenris said easily.
“Good. After I find the druids, who do you want to tell first? Your dad or Adira?”
“We’re not going to tell anyone.” He bounded out of bed and rubbed his hands together. “We’re going to show them.”
“What does that mean?”
“Tell you and spoil all my fun? I don’t think so. Get dressed and meet me outside.”
He walked out the door in nothing but his shorts. I hurriedly bundled up, my mind racing with how, exactly, Fenris planned to show his dad and Adira we were together. At least, he didn’t suggest we show my mom. There was no way I’d go to the lengths needed to convince her.
When I emerged from the cabin, I found Fenris already waiting in his fur. I only managed one step before he blocked me. I set my hand on his back to prevent myself from toppling over him.
“I draw the line at invading my personal space to trip me. It’s not nice.”
He bumped into me then looked toward the car. It was just after dawn, cold outside, and he was in his fur, indicating we should go to the car. I could draw only one conclusion.
“You want to carry me again, don’t you?” I asked with a note of conflict.
He nodded and bumped me again.
“This didn’t end well last time. Remember what I said about boundaries? Even if I forget myself, I’m trusting you to respect them regardless.”
He nodded, and I smoothed my hand over his fur before swinging a leg over his back. I barely had time to hold on before he ran. The wind battered me, and the cold stung my cheeks, keeping me mostly distracted from the way he moved between my legs.
Before I knew it, we were at the car. Weak-kneed and pulse racing, I slid off his back, and he licked my hand.
“I’m fine. I just need a minute.”
His form shimmered, the only warning I had to close my eyes.
“You were amazing,” he said, hugging me close. “See? You were made to be my girlfriend.”
I snorted and opened my eyes to look up at him.
“Because I didn’t tumble you to the ground like the first time?”
“Because you were daring enough to try it again.”
“You weren’t really giving me a choice. I’d also like to note that I’m not comfortable with naked hugs. In the future, if you want to claim your hugs, you need clothes.”
He grinned at me.
“Dating you is going to be fun.”
“Can I change my answer?”
“Nope. No take backs. Are you going to keep your eyes open and watch me shift this time?”
“Nope.”
“Then, you’d better close them.”
I did, but before he released me, he nipped my jawline.
