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I pressed my lips to hers to silence her. “We are, but we won’t do it at the bar, yet.” That was a promise; I had wicked things to do with her there later. First, I wanted to fuck her elsewhere.

I tossed the helmet off the bike, letting it crash to the concrete, and straddled the bike. She put her hands on her hips and watched the helmet roll away.

“Isn’t it safer with a helmet?” she chided.

I turned the key and revved the bike. “We are fucking shifters. We will heal just fine. Besides, you think I’m gonna let something happen to my fucking mate?” I growled at her, pulled her closer to me and bit my teeth into her bottom lip. “Now, get on.”

She huffed out in response and when she lifted the leg of her miniskirt, I realized I’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Fuck,” I groaned when she flashed me.

“That’s what you get.”

“Damn tease,” I retorted, and threw the throttle on the bike, to shoot out my frustration.

As I revved the throttle too forcefully, my mate’s piercing scream filled the air. Her arms instinctively encircled my waist, tightening like a vice. A joyful laugh escaped my lips as she squeezed me around the middle, her touch sending delightful shivers down my spine. The tires screeched relentlessly as we burst out of the garage, the smell of burning rubber intermingling with the exhilaration in the air.

As the tires connected with the smooth, black asphalt, the familiar sensation of wind rushing through my hair flooded back. It was a feeling I had almost forgotten as a human, but now it was exhilarating once again. Grim and I had first discovered motorcycles when we arrived on Earth and saw humans riding these small, powerful engines. They looked dangerous, but that only added to our attraction. We were drawn to the speed and agility these machines offered, knowing that one false move could result in a fatal fall.

That was the allure - the thrill of going fast and pushing ourselves to the limit. There were no safety barriers to protect us, no shapeshifting abilities to heal us from harm. It was a risk we willingly took, relishing in the rush of adrenaline that came with it. Dying while engaging in such a daring activity only added to the excitement - it was like a final ride into the unknown.

Now, we couldn’t die, not from a simple crash. Our wolves would heal, and it wasn’t like I would let my mate suffer, not when she was on the back of my bike.

I slowed down, now that she wasn’t gripping onto me for dear life, and let her feel the wind in her own hair. It was flying around us, wrapping around my head, and I took in her scent.

The bumps in the road, her hands around my waist, my tightened shaft still wasn’t going down. It never did, because around her I was always damn hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went into another rut soon. She drove me so wild.

My shirt rode up my back as the wind tore around us and my mate was becoming brave.“Mm, your skin is so warm,”she said through the link.

I shivered, feeling her nails scratch my skin, enough to leave marks on my body.

Fuck, she knew exactly what I needed, or wanted.

We were both pain sluts.

But, then she traveled lower, her fingers playing with the button of my low-rise jeans. My hands gripped the handlebars, the growl in my chest became just as loud as the engine between our legs.

“Female,” I growled. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

A soft, tinkling giggle escaped her lips, and it felt like my heart had skipped a beat. My mate’s laughter was a rare gift since losing her grandmother, filled with mischief and joy. It brought a warmth to my chest that I rarely felt. She had been through so much in the past few weeks - navigating my mind games, adjusting to the chaos of my pack, and mourning the loss of a loved one, while gaining a whole new family. And, yet, in that moment, she shone like a diamond, her beauty and strength radiating from within. It was both heartbreaking and breathtaking to witness.

I let her continue, until I felt her unroll the leather and heard the clink of my belt buckle over the roar of the engine.

Shit!

I tried not to close my eyes, but the feel of her warm hand sliding beneath my happy trail, her hand wrapping around my knot that wanted to fill her with my seed, made me feel fucking euphoric.

Gods, don’t come.

“Now I have you at my mercy.” She licked my ear and my heart pounded in my chest.

She bit my earlobe gently, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Princess.” I warned, trying to keep the heat out of my voice. “If you’re not careful, one of us is going to be eating dirt before we can even think about where to find some privacy.”

She laughed softly, a sound that was both enticing and dangerous. “Then, we’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen, won’t we?”

I couldn’t help but growl, a low rumble that reverberated through my chest. “You better not crash my bike. If you crash my bike, Hammer will be pissed off.

My mate put her warm hand all over my shaft, rubbing, playing with the barbells and stoking her thumb over my Albert’s piercing. I groaned, my knot filling. My hips jerked when her hands went down to cup my heavy balls filled with seed, and she laughed wickedly, when she pulled my shirt to the side to lick at my mark.

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