Page 23 of All Foxed Up

“Holly?” The little man started to puff up. “Holly! What the hell—?“

“Oh my god, bitch, are you calling my name again?” A familiar voice said from behind the door. “I thought you only did that when you were jerking off?”

She was grinning when she opened the door, dressed only in a light cotton dressing gown, but that faded as soon as she saw me.

“You…”

Her finger hovered in the air.

“Me.”

I leaned against the door frame, and shot her my best panty melting smile. It didn’t work. She slammed the door in both of our faces, and then locked it behind her.

“As if I don’t have a fucking key!” the guy shouted, before turning to face the three of us. My skulk mates had arrived. “So you’re Holly’s fated mates?” He looked down his nose at us, his eyes narrowing. “All of you?”

“Damn straight,” I said, seeing if my smile had any effect on him.

It didn’t. Fuck, I was striking out all over the place today.

“Well, I shouldn’t let you in.”

“Don’t you dare, Nicholas!” Holly shouted behind the door. “Don’t you fucking dare! I will fire your arse.”

“But the chaos that is likely to ensue?” Nicholas smiled slowly. “Totally worth it.”

He shoved his key in the lock and then forced the door open, much to Holly’s disgust. We followed him in.

“I told you I reject you!” she shouted, backing up step by step.

“Wolves do the whole rejected mate bullshit,” I informed her. “But foxes?” I winked at the only girl I’d ever want going forward. “We do things a little differently.”

“Your fox is unstable,” Rye told her, moving closer, “and she will become more and more unpredictable the longer you hold out. The courting process destroys your control, but forming a mating bond will make all of us stronger than ever before.”

“You mean to say…”

Our mate was about to deliver what was no doubt a stinging retort, but as she opened her mouth, I felt the fox in her surge forward. There was a flurry of cotton and then right where the woman stood, the fox now sat on its haunches. She chittered at the sight of us.

“Oh my god, Holly’s a fox shifter?” Nicholas yelped.

“Yes, and she’s our fated mate.” We crouched down to get to her level, our foxes straining to get close to her. “And one way or the other, we’re going to work this out together.”