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Brego charged toward Lubec like a loyal farm truck on a mission. And dammit, we WERE on a mission, the most important I’d ever set out on in my life. By tonight, I hoped to have my pack again.

And if I rubbed noses with even one of them, it’d be because of the amazing mate I met just days earlier. Looking over at the sorceress, I couldn’t help but smile. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and the green wool jacket she wore fit her form snugly. My gaze lingered on her breasts for maybe a few seconds longer than was safe given that I was driving.

“W — what?” Lilith giggled nervously, heat rushing to her cheeks. My god, she was adorable. She’d been through so much shit in the last week, things that would have driven any normal full-speed into lunacy.

And yet, she’d somehow come out. . . mostly intact. On top of bargaining memories to a book-bound sorceress, gaining access to magic, and being killed by a Vampire Lorde, she still managed to look innocent and flustered as my hungry eyes lingered on her.

That look came despite the times I’d ravished her. Not that I could help it. Little thing was in the waning days of heat for me, and I wanted every drop of her I could get.

I grinned.

“Just thinking that coat makes your tits look great,” I said.

She scoffed.

“Mars Dubois, how dare you say such inappropriate things to me! I am merely an innocent traveler in your vehicle,” my mate said in exaggerated tones of piety.

Shaking my head, I chuckled and watched as we passed a car with Massachusettes plates.

Summer’s over, Massholes, I thought. Go back to Boston and let Mainers enjoy our state until the next tourism season, will ya?

Lilith took my hand, which chased all manner of foul tourist thoughts away, and brought my attention back to her. And not just her, but all the pheromones her body had filled my truck’s cab with.

The sweet little thing had already been bred this morning before we left, and I was chomping at the bit to have another taste of Lilith. Her scent had more than imprinted on my memory over the short time we’d spent together. And it kept changing in subtle ways, when we danced, when she became a sorceress, when she devoured a vampire’s magic, each drastic moment altered her flavor.

Without looking over at my mate, I said, “The strap I rode you with this morning after setting that spear aside would seem to prove a surprising lack of innocence on your part, Lilith Chambers.”

The sorceress dropped my hand and placed her own over her heart. Her outrageous tone grew louder.

“Saying such slanderous things! My goodness, your words are filthy enough to almost make a lady faint. And if using foul words wasn’t enough, you also hit me with my full name.”

That’s when I turned to my mate with a raised eyebrow and said, “Hey, you full-named me first. And while you are every bit the woman I am, after the things you’ve begged me to do to your naked body, I am 100 percent convinced you ain’t no lady, bub.”

Lilith had a hard time stifling her snicker, but she managed to keep her nun routine together.

“Pray tell, if I am not a lady, then what am I?”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer that one.

“You’re my bitch, Lilith. A werewolf’s bitch who yearns to be mounted and spent in the throes of carnal passion.”

Pausing to hear the hitch in her breath as I spoke, I found myself all the more amused by her arousal. And the great thing about being a werewolf was that your mate couldn’t hide shit from your heightened senses.

I heard the wrinkling fabric from her pants as Lilith tightened her legs. I smelled the moisture of increased saliva on her tongue. And I felt her body temperature rising ever so slightly when I pried a pious hand from over her heart and kissed it gently. Actually — given her new core temperature, rises in body heat had become even more obvious to me.

Lilith’s cheeks were flushed, and she stared deeply into my eyes, all the while squirming from my words. Her own eyes had changed so much since I first carried the Little Cottontail back to my truck on Wylde Night. My mate’s brown eyes both used to be so dark, the same color as antlers I’d harvest on my farm. Now? Only one remained that color. The other was a blue so pale it could have come from a husky’s skull.

She’d told me her body looked different from the shock of overwhelming graveyard magic. Anyone who might have thought there was a bit of an age gap between us, a 30-year-old werewolf dating a 23-year-old librarian, would no longer have any complaints based on our appearances. With the shock her body went through dying, Lilith looked a few years older than me now.

I didn’t know if her body aged a decade while magic pieced it back together (thanks to a nifty little miracle of vampire-ish resurrection), but my love for Lilith had only grown since the fight.

“Oh, I’m your bitch, am I?” Lilith said, bringing my attention back to the present.

“You heard me,” I said, squeezing her fingers tight.

Her grin turned downright devious, and she unbuckled her seatbelt as I shifted into fourth gear to pass a logging truck.

“You trying to test your vampiric healing against being thrown through the windshield? Or are you just that eager to stress test my heart by dying again?” I asked, raising my eyebrow even higher.

But my mate didn’t put her seatbelt back on. She did something even more dangerous and moved her hands over to the button and zipper of my jeans.

“Whoa! Hey now. What are you —” I stammered, struggling to keep my eyes on the road.

“Being your bitch,” Lilith interrupted.

Scooting into the middle seat and burying her nose in my hair, Lilith licked the side of my neck and whispered, “Mars, I have a confession to make.”

My mouth suddenly felt dry, and I struggled to respond in a timely fashion.

“W — what’s that?” I finally asked.

Another whisper.

“I intend to stress test your heart. But probably not in the way you’re thinking.”

Lilith’s fingers unfastened my button, lowered the zipper, and slid into my pants. Gooseflesh crept across my arms.

I spun to see Lilith and prepared to once again ask my mate what the fuck she was doing, but the sorceress caught my cheek with her free hand. She gently pushed it back until my eyes were on the road again.

“No, no, Mars. Your mission, should you consent, is to keep the truck from crashing. The rules are simple. You can make all the noise you want while you’re fucked. You can feel free to writhe in pleasure. But you cannot stop the truck prior to orgasm.”

She kissed my cheek and inched her fingers deeper into my jeans until they found the bottom of my panties. I gasped.

“Do you consent, baby? Nod once for yes. Shake your head for no.”

I couldn’t believe she was thinking about doing this. It had to be a bluff, right?

There’s no way she’s going to do it, I thought.

“You’re really willing to risk our safety like this?” I asked. But my tone betrayed any illusion I’d projected over safety worries. I wanted her to do this. It was one of the hottest things I could think of, and Lilith absolutely saw through my bullshit.

“You told me you bounced back a few hours after the fight with Beau, so unless Maine has a silver processing plant alongside this particular highway, I’m not too worried. Between your werewolf healing and the vampiric regeneration I stole, I’m willing to bet we’d survive any sex-related crashes.”

The last shred of my illusion of worry mounted a pathetic final defense as my hands gestured to the truck around us.

“And what about Brego? I don’t think my truck has healing magic to save it if we total the poor thing.”

Lilith gave my chin a long, slow lick before answering, and I wanted so badly to turn and bite her lower lip. I gritted my teeth as a shiver of pleasure ran down the back of my neck.

“If Sam and Dean can rebuild Baby several times throughout 15 seasons, I think your truck is capable of at least one glorious resurrection. Stop stalling. Am I doing this or not?”

We passed a Maine State Police vehicle, and I nervously waited for the officer to do a U-turn in the rearview mirror. Thankfully, the trooper kept driving out of sight.

I’ve never been so happy to see my tax dollars at work, I thought before finally answering my mate.

Doing some mental math, I figured we were about an hour outside of Lubec. Perfect.

“It’s 106 miles to Lubec. We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s misty out, and we’re wearing sunglasses,” I said.

“Guess I’ll hit it,” Lilith chuckled.

Fuck, was there any more beautiful sound than the laugh of your mate? Dad used to say that all the time. The only reason he did anything in life was to make Mom laugh. He used to say there was no better sound to him in the whole world. I always gagged at the time, but as Lilith giggled in between each soft kiss upon my cheek, I think I finally understood what my father meant.

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“What are you giggling about?” I asked, catching some of Lilith’s infectious laughter.

“I just can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Lilith said. “I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never felt brave enough.”

I downshifted, and after a few more kisses, I asked, “I make you feel brave?”

“So fucking brave,” Lilith said, taking off her coat.

That did something special to my heart, and if I didn’t know Lilith was about to fuck me as I drove, I might have started tearing up.

Werewolves mostly found their fated mates in other wolves. It was just statistics. But once in a while, a werewolf found their mate in a regular vanilla human. And there would always exist a worry in those werewolves that their mate would grow to fear the power imbalance. In those moments of doubt and worry, the most soothing balm in existence was hearing a mate say their wolf made them feel safe. . . even brave.

My heart throbbed in renewed love and passion for the Little Cottontail who’d stolen my heart.

Any other person who went through just one of the things Lilith had faced this week would have run away screaming. But not my mate. No. She felt brave, in part, because of me. And that left me feeling like a million bucks.

Of course, when Lilith started to tease me through my panties, I quickly felt like two million bucks.

I pulled my foot off the accelerator briefly.

“No, no, Ms. Big Bad Wolf. If that needle falls below 50 miles per hour, I’ll stop playing with you until you speed up again,” Lilith said with a teasing tone.

Marshaling the willpower of a goddess, I forced my foot back onto the gas pedal. As the truck went faster, so did Lilith. Her fingers continued to tease me until I was good and wet. Then, my mate moved her lips to my neck where her kisses elicited a soft moan from me.

We took a curve in the road a little fast, and Lilith had to readjust her fingers. It took a few seconds to get them back where we wanted them.

When I’d soaked through my panties, Lilith flattened her palm against me and slid her fingers under the band of my undergarment.

She wasted no time parting my lower lips and sliding a finger inside me. This caused my left arm to crank the wheel enough that we briefly crossed into the other lane. Thankfully, no cars were around to meet us. I fought Brego back into our lane and stifled a louder moan.

This was getting dangerous. . . and I was getting more turned on by the second. I took shallow breaths as Lilith adjusted her wrist and slid a second finger inside me.

I briefly lowered my head in a sweet hiss and fought to put my eyes back on the road.

“Fuck. I love the sensation of pushing inside you and feeling you squeeze around my fingers,” Lilith said, her voice full of heat. “There’s no place my fingers would rather be than in your tight. hot. wet. cunt.” She put a fine point on each of those last four words.

My foot slid off the gas pedal again involuntarily, and Lilith’s fingers stopped moving.

“Come on, Mars. You know the rules,” she said.

Getting my leg to cooperate took twice as much work. My core tightened, and I wanted nothing more than to ride my mate’s fingers.

But I couldn’t do that and keep Brego driving. So, I had to wait for Lilith to move her fingers again.

As the needle passed 50 MPH once more, she picked up the pace.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, Little Cottontail. Oh my god,” I mumbled, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me from, not just Lilith’s fingers scissoring inside of me, but the thrill of knowing we were racing down the road.

Being in motion was partially frustrating because I wasn’t in control. I couldn’t press myself against Lilith’s fingers. But there was also a new excitement I’d never felt before. The raw danger of trying to keep control of a pickup truck while my mate fingered me. It was. . . exceptional. I tightened my legs as my mind sank into a sea of oxytocin.

“Focus on the road now,” Lilith said as the truck’s wheels briefly danced with the white line at the edge of the highway.

I fought to center the vehicle.

My mate took my hand off the gear shift and slid it under her shirt. It took a little finagling, but road sex was an imprecise science. Lilith and I knew to be extra patient with each other while we explored this fun and potentially deadly new activity.

Lilith pressed my fingers against the bite where I’d marked her. And we both felt an extrasensory wave of pleasure wash between us. The kind of powerful link between a werewolf and her mate. One might even call it a kink link. You know, if sex scientists ever discovered lycanthropes and decided to study their intimate activities with human partners.

I bit down on nothing while another moan built in my throat.

“Fuck! Lilith, I’m getting close,” I warned.

“Close to Lubec or close to coming?” she asked.

I shot her a fierce glare and realized my mate could have taken that line of questioning even further. Thankfully, Lilith wasn’t bratty enough to try.

Because fuck that. I didn’t have the patience to deal with that level of sass in a partner. God knows I tried. I dated this one girl from Vermont for a few weeks, but after the second or third “make me,” I just rolled my eyes and left.

Make yourself, I remembered thinking that night as I drove back to Pine Springs and silenced my phone.

When I was on the cusp of losing myself, Lilith pulled her fingers out.

“Excuse me. Your alpha commands you to put those back right the fuck now!” I growled in agitation and impatience.

“Patience,” Lilith said, slapping my thigh. “Now lift your ass.”

“For what?” I asked, voice nearly cracking.

Lilith cocked her head to the left and gave me a blank stare.

“Every second you waste asking silly questions is another second you’re not getting road head,” she said.

My eyes widened.

“You’re not serious.”

“If you don’t want an orgasm while driving 60 miles an hour, keep saying things like that,” Lilith said, crossing her arms.

What else could a girl do? I complied.

Pulling my feet off the clutch and gas pedals, I stabilized my legs and gingerly lifted my ass. As Brego coasted down a hill, we didn’t lose much speed.

“This is nuts,” I hissed as Lilith carefully worked my jeans and underwear down.

“You wanna get nuts?” she said. “Let’s get nuts.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Quoting movies that came out before we were born just feels extra wrong during sex,” I said.

“The Flash’ came out, like, a year ago,” Lilith said, confused.

Groaning, I imagined the entire population of elder millennials, gex Xers, and boomers who would immediately keel over if they heard what she said.

“Are you going to eat me, or . . .?” I asked, which just brought a whole new wicked smile to Lilith’s face.

It took her a bit to find the right angle. I heard my mate’s neck pop as she tilted her head, but she didn’t groan or grimace in pain. Lilith held my thigh with both hands and moved her face closer to my cunt.

I could smell Lilith’s precum, its light salty odor mixing with the deep, musky scent of my own juices. She’d definitely dampened her gaff.

We hit a small bump in the road, and before I knew it, Lilith’s face met my pussy.

Effective enough, I thought moments before her first lick up the center of my cunt.

I shivered as she pulled back just far enough to speak a few muffled words. I think they were, “Fuck. You taste good.”

Then, Lilith squeezed my thigh even tighter and showed me just how excited she was to bring me to orgasm on the open road.

My mate lapped at me, doing her best to work with the angle she’d been given. And, sure, it wasn’t as steady or optimum as it would have been in my bed or against the barn door, but Lilith made it work. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say she worked it. She worked it really fucking well, lapping at me, paying close attention to my gasps and the clenching of my legs.

It didn’t take long before I was back at the precipice again, moaning over the growl of the engine.

“Ohhhhh, yeah. Right there, Lilith. Right there!” I keened.

Moving my right hand from the gear shift to the steering wheel, I took my left hand and pressed it against the back of Lilith’s head. Then, I gently pushed her face further into my pussy, burying her in my juices.

If I expected this to slow her down at all, Lilith surprised me and paid special attention to my clit.

That sent a shockwave through my core, and I could barely keep my eyes open and on the road. I wanted nothing more than to look down at the beautiful dyke licking and sucking me to queendom come.

Instead, I revved the engine and moaned loud enough that it reverberated off the entire cab of my truck.

“Lilith, I’m about to —”

She cut me off and quickly said, “You better fucking howl, Mars.”

The sorceress pulled one hand off my thigh and inched it downward while she continued to dip in and out.

Meanwhile, my dam was breaking, and a raging river was gushing around inside me, my entire body quivering in bliss.

Sliding a finger inside of me, Lilith curled her digit while doing cursive over my clit with her tongue. The effect was an earth-shattering orgasm that pulled tight every muscle and ligament in my body.

“Lilith. Sweet mother of god. Yes!” I howled.

My legs curled against the seat, leaving the truck to coast for a while. As I huffed and tried to catch my breath, Brego finally came to a rest, and I maneuvered the pickup truck across the white line so we could stop on the highway shoulder.

“How fast were we going at the point of orgasm?” Lilith asked while my brain swam in the afterglow. It took me a few seconds to stop seeing stars and remember words exist.

“Um. . . I dunno. I think we were past 70.”

My mate smiled and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Hot damn,” Lilith said. “That must be what that one song is about.”

I peeled open an eye and looked down at my mate.

“What song?”

“Radar Love,” Lilith said.

Cackling, I pulled out my phone.

“I haven’t heard that one in ages. Let’s see if it lines up with our recent sexperience,” I said. “Hey, Ciri, play ‘Radar Love’ on Spotifee.”

We sat and listened to the entire song, nodding along with the beat and enjoying each other’s warmth while more fog rolled over the highway. That logging truck from earlier passed us, and I smiled. We’d catch up later.

As the song ended, I shrugged.

“Maybe that IS what they were singing about,” I said.

Lilith opened her eyes and leaned back over in her seat. The sorceress popped her neck.

“Oi. Hopefully, vamp healing takes care of cricks in the neck,” she said.

I just laughed and looked at the highway. We weren’t far from my pack now. Just another few miles up the road, a boat ride across the bay, and we’d be there.

“Hey, Mars?” Lilith asked.

“Yes, Little Cottontail?”

“If we do manage to free your pack today, will they be able to, um, smell. . . recent activities?” I asked.

My eyes shot wide open as I considered the first thing my parents might notice about my mate would be how she’d given me road head. What a fantastic thing to smell first thing out of the ice.

“Well, shit,” I groaned.

That realization is what motivated us to detour and find a truck stop with a shower.

We got back on the road afterward, and I shuffled around in my seat, trying to make my stiff pants more comfortable.

“These fucking things are awful. I can’t believe I dropped $80 on truck stop jeans,” I moaned.

Lilith just giggled and ignored her own jeans. She was still riding a wave of euphoria over being told where the women’s showers were by the cashier.

As Lubec came into view, my mate took my hand.

I glanced over at her.

“So what made you wanna try that?” I asked.

“Well, I figured we were both kind of tense over the pressure of trying to break a curse. Thought that might take our minds off it and help us relax.”

Pulling Lilith’s hand over, I kissed the back of her fingers.

“Damn fine job,” I mumbled.

Lilith basked in the praise of her cunnilingus skills until a new thought entered her head. She turned back to me as I parked the truck.

“If your parents ride in Brego, won’t they also smell —” she started before I interrupted her.

“The pack will ride back to Pine Springs with Uncle Pierre,” I snapped, trying very hard not to imagine an uncomfortable and awkward ride back to the farm with them smelling what we did in here.

My mate scratched her head as I looked out over the docks and into the sea.

“Who’s Uncle Pierre?”

Getting out of the truck, I handed Lilith her wrapped spear and said, “The saltiest merman on this side of the Canadian border. C’mon, he’s going to love you.”

[Editor's note: This is the penultimate chapter. Chapter sixteen concludes the book.]