Epilogue
Maxim McGray hovered behind the trees of the forest where it came closest to Cedar Valley Speedway. His boys, Rocco and Jett, settled at his flanks. They’d all taken to their fox forms to scope out the gathering at the track. It was a memorial of some sort, but loud. And with cars and bikes.
The humans here did the oddest things.
Rocco asked around and discovered the human who’d challenged him for Seraphina had lost his mother the very same night.
Just another sign that she’d chosen wrong. It was the fates telling them no, but she refused to listen. He’d seen this happen before. With her friend, Ragan. You don’t tell the grand design no. You yes sir’d that fucker the whole way.
Or you paid the price.
Over the loud speaker, his shifter ears picked up some nostalgia someone was sharing about the recently departed. People laughed. Some blew their noses. They hooted in appreciation. And then the next stunt was up.
Maxim’s breath caught as he watched Seraphina guide a motorbike up to a platform. She was dressed in a leather riding suit that hugged her slender curves better than her coat of fur. She straddled the bike and wrapped her long hair in a knot on top of her head before slipping a sturdy helmet on.
The hell?
Maxim let off a vicious snarl.
No way was his female riding one of those fuckers. And on a ramp, which meant she’d be going airborne. Hell no. He rode a bike, sure. But it was a beast of one. Sturdy. Just like he was. Seraphina was delicate. Porcelain. And that flimsy dirt bike was too dangerous for her.
He pawed the ground, needing to run forward but knowing it was a pointless move.
That asshole she chose was supposed to be taking care of her. Was this how all humans cared for their women? If so, no wonder they failed so easily. No wonder human matings were weaker than bird shit.
He growled a warning for Rocco and Jett to stay hidden while he skulked closer to the fence that surrounded the track. He lifted his nose to scent the air, looking for danger, or just her scent to calm his animal. But all he got was a lungful of gas and dust.
Seraphina revved her engine and the crowd let off a roar of excitement.
Maxim trotted along the fence line to get even closer. If anything happened to her, he was going to tear her human to fucking shreds and he didn’t care who saw him do it.
He’d been giving her space after the spur. The space she’d left home for. Because he didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want her running from him the way she did her father. He’d wanted to prove he could give her a civil mating if that’s what she wanted. He’d wanted to win her rather than fight her.
But now he realized that was a mistake.
Rocco was right. He should have been more forceful with her. If she got hurt now, he’d never forgive himself.
On the track, Seraphina gunned the engine and her bike flew down the ramp, gaining speed across a straightaway before angling toward another hill. She was going so fast. Like nothing he’d ever seen before.
Maxim stayed alert, his gaze trained on her, as her flimsy bike flew hundreds of feet into the air. She kicked her legs out backwards, and shifted her grip to the seat rather than the handlebars, bending her back into a U shape. She was like a fucking eclipse as her shadow blocked out a portion of the bright sunlight that hurt his fox eyes. And then the bike was coming down and she jerked her body back into the seat, hands back where they belonged, perfectly poised for what came next.
The landing.
He held his breath as she zoomed closer to the ground. But the two tires hit the dirt at the perfect angle and she rode the rest of the track, one fist jamming the air in triumph.
She did it.
Fuck, she did it. She was okay.
He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry. He wanted to choke that fucking bastard human of hers until his eyes bulged.
But Seraphina was okay.
Crouching low to the grass, he inched backward, to return to the cover of the trees. But he must have wandered farther than he’d thought. Because he was very close to the stands where people were watching the show.
Turning, he darted under a trailer for cover, scooting out the other side and hoping it got him closer to the forest.
But he stopped cold when he came face to… well… magnificent ass with a human female that smelled just like champagne and strawberries. Maxim drew in her scent, letting it mix with the gasoline and sun-baked dirt because it was the best thing he’d smelled in a long damn time.
Her back was to him as she talked on the phone, so he got a good look at her. She had waist length hair that wasn’t quite golden and not quite brunette. Thick body that narrowed at the waist. So many curves he’d need more than a night to get acquainted with them. Long legs that were sturdy at the top by her fine jean-shorts covered ass and tapered to her cute little feet. Toes painted fuck-me red.
And her voice…
It was getting him hard from three feet away.
“Look, I know it’s loud. I’m at the track. Whatdaya want from me, I’m twenty yards outside the gate. This is as quiet as it gets.”
She shifted on her feet, popping that ass to the left and Maxim’s eyes followed.
“Yes, he’ll be back on-air tomorrow morning. I told you, Sterling, the Hot Rod show isn’t going anywhere. And it’s going to be better than ever. You want syndication, now’s the time to push it.”
Hot Rod. That was Seraphina’s jackass human.
If this woman knew him, maybe this was how Maxim would take him down. Maybe she was the key to getting the vixen free of this ridiculous mating before it was too late.
She lowered her voice, and something about it lulled Maxim. “He’s happy, that’s why. You’ll see.”
She hung up the phone and shoved it into her back pocket. Her shorts were too tight and too short and he could see the exact shape of her round ass through them.
Shit. He was drooling.
Tongue lolling out and everything.
What the fuck was happening to him?
She turned, and stopped abruptly when she saw him. Her mouth popped open in surprise but she was frozen to her spot.
It gave him time to stare. Because her front was even better than her back.
Big dark eyes. Cute pointed nose. Full pouty lips. And tits a man like him could get lost in. Two perfect Mount Everests right there under her chin.
He locked on to her eyes and kept her looking until he could make his brain work again.
“Hi,” she whispered, like he was something worth talking to. Like he could answer her back.
Strange beautiful human.
Before things could get weirder, Maxim darted back toward the woods, his mind forming a plan. He’d be seeing more of the mystery girl. Much more. Because she was going to help him take down Hot Rod Turner.
Yeah, no matter what the alpha said. This wasn’t over.
Because Maxim didn’t lose.
Ever.
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