Page 87 of The Hunt
“Fenris, if you want to have water sex, any one of us would have willingly volunteered. No need to resort to succutrash.”
“Thanks for the offer. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time,” he said with his usual grin. It didn’t reach his eyes, though.
He lifted me out of the water and set me on the ledge of the pool before hefting himself up beside me. Embarrassed by my wet shirt, I crossed my arms over my chest and stood, turning my back to him.
“This is an improvement,” he said. “Last time, you ran.”
“You’ve seen me in less.”
There were oohs from the pool that made me blush further.
“Tell Adira that I went home to change, okay?” I started for the door, my shoes squelching with each step. Fenris stayed with me.
“Are you sure you want to go home and change?”
I shot him a look as we left the pool.
“There is no way I’m staying here in wet clothes.”
“I mean, why go home? The spell’s gone. Why not do something else?”
My steps slowed as I considered what he was saying. Having the freedom to do what I wanted was the whole point of having the spell removed.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked finally.
He grinned and grabbed my hand.
“Come on.”
I shivered outside as I waited for Fenris to grab a blanket from my trunk, something I’d added after Megan’s time in the lake. He hurriedly placed it over the front seat so I could get in. My hair was frozen and my fingers numb.
“We really need dry clothes,” I said, teeth chattering.
Fenris grinned at me, and I noted the steam rolling off of him again.
“How can you be so warm?”
“It’s my inner fur.”
I snorted. But he did agree with my need to change and drove me home for some dry clothes.
“Think Oanen will mind if I raid his drawers?” Fenris asked as he parked.
“He won’t.”
The house was quiet as we let ourselves in through the kitchen. Fenris’s stomach rumbled at the aroma of whatever Mrs. Quill already had simmering on the stove in preparation for tonight’s dinner.
I grinned at him and stopped at the fridge to grab whatever I could find, which was some leftover roast and vegetables from the night before. Fenris groaned when I handed it to him but didn’t immediately open it.
“I’m taking this for the road,” he said softly.
We made it to the stairs before Mr. Quill’s office door opened, and Mrs. Quill stepped out. Surprise lit her face when she saw us and took in our sodden states.
“A small mishap at the pool,” Fenris said smoothly. “We’re just here to change.”
Her gaze flicked over his shirtlessness before settling on me. She smiled.
“Take your time. I’ll be in the kitchen. I’m sure there’s something more I can find you to eat, Fenris.”
