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But the best pieces? There were designs from the children of the pride. Each of the schools had submitted designs, and it was so sweet seeing them drawing, painting, and even sculpting the different shifters they’ve met.
I’ve bought seven different pieces, and they’ll be delivered in a couple of weeks once the exhibit is over. I’ll let you guess which animals I bought.
“It was fun,” I say, almost hesitantly. Voss didn’t seem to appreciate my truthful answer.
His curly red hair is a mess, and I dread to think what he’s been doing. He’s always had the barest of facial hair, but it’s pretty prominent today. The dark red coats his jaw and even his cheeks, and it only makes him look that much more frustrated as he stands there with that snarl on his small, down-turned lips.
He’s wearing a navy jacket, and there’s a white t-shirt underneath that clings to him like a second skin. He’s not the most defined of my guys, his lithe form and long limbs are a trait of his shifted form, and he’s very light on his feet. That doesn’t mean his in shape stomach doesn’t hide a delicious snail trail that I’d like to get more acquainted with.
His jeans are very tight-fitting, and I know if he’d turn around, his ass would look pretty good. It’s the most defined part of him—tight cheeks, firm and bouncy. The trainers on his feet are scuffed, and if you look closely, like his front teeth, the right is ever so slightly longer. He’s got two different sized feet, but it’s only about half a size.
I’m not sure if there’s an actual difference in the size or if it’s part of his attempt at being even more mysterious.
But when I look back into his jade green eyes, there’s none of his usual sneakiness. He’s glaring, and I kind of feel like I’ve done something wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and Griffin bursts out laughing. I look up at the 6’6” giant at my side, the near foot and a half difference between us making me seem even smaller, and raise an eyebrow.
What’s so funny?
“I think he might be a bit jealous,” Griffin says with a smirk on his face. The look on Voss’s face turns from the fake amused to completely feral. I grab Griffin’s hand, the sudden change taking me by surprise. Feral is exactly right. Griffin goes to take a step forward, but I stay rooted to the spot when Voss locks in on that movement.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“He’s jealous we went on the date.” Griffin says.
“Well, you’ll have a turn, too,” I say, smiling at Voss sweetly as if that’ll take all of his frustration away. But he snarls. Well, shit. “Griffin was only first because he was the one here.”
That was the wrong thing to say. As soon as the words come out of my mouth I realise it, I can feel it in my stomach, my wolf scratching at my head, not having liked the disrespect we showed both our mates. But the worst thing of all is the scent of hurt filling the air coming from Griffin. I quickly snap my head up and look up at Griffin, who looks a little bit upset.
And since he only looks a little bit upset, it means he’s a lot of upset.
“That’s not what I meant,” I say, dismissing the angry fox for now and focusing properly on Griffin.
Voss should not have ambushed us this way. If he were truly upset, he should have asked to speak to me privately.
“I absolutely had you on my list, and I’m so happy we got to go out today. We’re all mates, I want to date you all,” I say, and he gives one slow but jerky nod. “You were on your way home, and it was the perfect time to ambush you and take you out.”
He’s still not very reassured.
“I’ve been a little frustrated lately. Your dad prescribed the dates ages ago now, and they haven’t happened. We’ve had a lot going on, and, clearly, they were just pushed to the side. I understand that, but my wolf and I don’t want to wait any longer. My plan is to go out and take everyone on dates. The order just depends on who is free.” Griffin smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I understand, baby girl. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”
“I’m sorry I was shit at explaining,” I reply, squeezing his hand.
“Well now that things are cleared up, I’m going to leave you here with Voss. You two can debate the ins and outs of dates whilst I go for a fly.”
“A fly?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.
“You’re adorable,” he murmurs, and I smile softly.
He bends down, giving me a soft kiss, and gives Voss a dirty look full of warning before walking a few steps back.
My wolf whines at the distance, but then he shifts and darts off into the air. He does this weird little jump thing before flapping his large, golden wings and disappearing from view after a few minutes.
I turn back to face my fox mate, hoping he is a little more reassured, too.
“Hi,” I say, my voice a little subdued as I try to feel out his mood.
