Page 27 of The Cauldronball Run
Farrah grabbed the radio, grateful for the distraction from the steady throb between her legs."All teams, this is...uh..."She realized she didn't have a handle."This is Witchy Woman and Green Machine.Who’s in the lead?"As much as she had enjoyed the mind-blowing sex, it wasn’t worth a quarter of a million gold in prize money.
"Witchy Woman?"J.J.murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice."I like it."
"Well hello there, Witchy Woman," came a smooth voice that made her skin crawl."This is Lightning Rod.That's a sexy little handle for a sexy little voice.How about you and I discuss some private coordination when this race is over?"
The change in J.J.was instantaneous.His entire body went rigid, a growl building in his chest that she could feel through the floorboards.The temperature in the cab seemed to drop ten degrees, and through the still developing bond, she felt his rage spike so hard it made her hands tighten on the wheel.
Oh shit.He's about to go full caveman.
Before she could respond, J.J.had ripped the radio from her hand with enough force to pull the cord taut.
"Lightning Rod," he snarled, and his voice had dropped to something that would make demons reconsider their life choices."This is Green Machine The witch is mine.My mate.Try talking to her again and I'll show you what happens when you hit on an orc's bonded female."
The radio went completely silent.
Holy shit, he just publicly claimed me.That's somehow both mortifying and the hottest thing I've ever heard.
"J.J.?"she squeaked, her voice going up an octave.Between her legs, she felt another pulse of arousal despite the soreness.
J.J.had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, though his eyes still blazed green."Sorry.The bond makes me—"
"Territorial?Possessive?Ready to tear apart anyone who looks at me?"She shifted again, wincing slightly."Yeah, I noticed.Especially when you were marking me with your tusks while fucking me so hard, I forgot my own name."
His pupils dilated, and she felt his arousal through their bond."Farrah—"
"Green Machine, please be advised," came Bondo's embarrassed voice over the radio, "we can all hear you."
Farrah's face burned."Oh my god.The radio was broadcasting."
"Good," J.J.growled."Now they all know you're taken."
Despite her mortification, she wanted him again.Even though she was sore, marked, and would probably be walking funny later, she had just been claimed over public radio to a bunch of supernatural criminals.
And she'd never been more turned on in her life.
"Zeus, everyone heard that," Farrah muttered."Now they all know I just got—"
"Properly claimed," J.J.finished, his voice still carrying that possessive edge."As it should be."
She shot him a look."You're not even sorry, are you?"
"Not even a little."He adjusted himself in the passenger seat, which made interesting things happen to his uniform pants."Everyone should know you're mine."
The CB interrupted again."Hey Witchy Woman and Green Machine, this is Flame Rider.We got a situation ahead.The Sparkle Twins just wrapped their Lambo around a guardrail.We need some medical assistance, if you guys aren’t all bullshit and bad ideas."
The playful mood evaporated.Farrah felt J.J.'s instincts shift from possessive to professional through their bond.
"Where?"she asked and, then plugged the information into the GPS when Flame Rider told her.“We’re only five minutes behind you.We’ll be right there.What’s going on?”
"Glimmer's trapped, and Shimmer's having a meltdown.Are you guys for real doctors?"
“EMTs and yes, we are.”
Farrah spotted the accident ahead.The glittery Lamborghini had kissed a concrete barrier hard enough to fold the driver's door like origami.She pulled over, trying to ignore how the seatbelt pressed against her tender breasts.
Focus on the emergency, not on how your nipples are still sensitive from his tusks.
"I'll handle extraction," J.J.said, hopping out with surprising quickness for a man his size.
