seat, trying as best he could to relieve the discomfort in his
pants. If he stood up now, everyone would get an eyeful of how turned on he was and
incorrectly guess it the reason why. He loved the law but not that damn much. He chuckled
and focused on the instructor.
The professor rattled off a bit more information, and Declan hoped Mark got it all.
He would have to hit his friend up later to find out what big projects or assignments
needed to be completed.
Or, I can ask my mate .
The thought tumbled through his head and, as much as he’d resisted earlier, knowing
Avery was his mate grew on him and pleasantly so. Granted, he still had his ten-year
plan in place, and he hoped he could convince her they could wait before the actual
mating ceremony. He wanted to finish up in River Rock and get settled in Mischief.
It would definitely be easier for both of them since she would be living there as
well. It would all come together with time. They only needed to be patient.
Students began gathering their things, pulling Declan from thoughts of his future.
A quick check found Avery talking to the teacher. Hurriedly, he grabbed his notebook,
hustling to the front, hoping to catch her before she left.
Making it to the bottom of the stairs, Declan ran into a roadblock of giggling girls
surrounding two men. He stopped, frustration overriding him as his mate slipped out
the door without a backward glance.
“Shit!” he exclaimed harshly. “Excuse me,” he grunted, grabbing first one girl in
his path then another and placing them straight into the arms of the men they were
flirting with.
“Thanks, man,” one of them said, a grin lighting up his face.
“Sure,” Declan mumbled. He made his way to Avery’s vacant seat. Inhaling deeply, his
senses reeled as the soft, lingering floral scent enveloped him. He placed his hand
on her chair, and the warmth her body left behind seeped into his skin.
Mate. Mine! The lion roared.
“Yeah, I hear ya. We have a plan though.”
“Talking to yourself again, Weller.” Mark sauntered up next to him, shaking his head.
“Save it, Stevens. The last thing I want to hear is I told you so .” Going out the door and into the hallway, Declan followed Avery’s floral scent.
Weaving between students, he tracked her until he ended up in a courtyard. There,
he lost her trail amongst the garden of flowers and water features.
People lounged all over the area in various stages of undress. A panther appeared
on his right, slowly prowling past him. Flicking its tail to and fro. A spotted leopard,
lounging on a bench, pounced on top of the panther, and the two tore off through the
courtyard chasing each other.
It was a Felidae Sanctum, one of the places feline shifters could go between classes
and hang out, relax, shifted or not. All of the shifters had their own courtyards
where they could be with others of their kind. It cut down on friction between the
various species.
Declan gave a cursory inspection throughout but didn’t see her. Along with the information
in the background check, there had been pictures of her and her family in human and
feline form. He’d scrutinized them enough to know what she would look like in either
form.
Beautiful. Sexy. A soft, golden coat of fur his lion wanted to press up against. Rubbing
the length of his body along and feel her affection in return.
“You go right. I’ll go left. Meet me at the other side.”
Declan knew Mark would be there, backing him up. His partner nodded, heading off in
his assigned direction.
Quickly but thoroughly, Declan searched the garden area until he ended up at the entrance
opposite where he had come in. He didn’t find a sign or scent of Avery anywhere.
“Sorry, man. I didn’t see her. You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow I guess.”
“Yeah, looks that way.” To all outward appearances, Declan hoped he exuded a calm
and unbothered exterior
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