Oops, his bad if they got road rash. They obviously hadn’t heard the term personal space. They should thank him for the lessons he had given that day. Of course, he’d learned his lesson too, so when he’d ridden through South and North Carolina, he didn’t bother stopping except for fuel, making sure he chose places that were less populated. He also made sure he didn’t make eye contact. You’d think he was handing out some sort of invitation to idiots if he looked them in the eye. Now after meeting the she-crazy-and-she-knows-it Zelda, he was rethinking his journey.
A sign telling him how far the next town was had him doing a mental ‘what the eff’. However, it was the previous town, the one he’d blown past, that had he and his lion at odds. The human in him had blinked several times while his lion was roaring for him to stop. “Nowhere, Virginia?” he’d muttered and kept on a riding. What kind of name was that for a town anyhow? The next sign, a little larger than the other, made his inner lion chuckle. “You’re Leaving Assjacket, Virginia,” he read, laughing.
Thadd shook his head, wondering who the idiot was that had come up with the names. Hell, he actually wanted to meet the male or female. Unless it was the crazy female he’d just met, then scratch that, ‘cause she was cat-shit-crazy.
He slowed down inside the city limits, letting his eyes take in the quaint little town. The scent of shifters filtered into his senses along with humans. He didn’t smell any taint, which was a good thing. Not that he was above wiping out an entire pack of shifters who were bad, but fuck, he really didn’t want his trip to be about duty instead of mating. At his age, he’d thought he still had a few good bachelor years left. Maybe show off his sparkly booty shorts to the fairer half. That was until he’d woken up with his hand on his dick one too many times with dreams of a female he couldn’t quite get out of his head. With the imperative that he had to save this mystery female, who may or may not be his before it was too late, waking him every motherfucking day, Thadd and his lion decided they needed a mate. The lions of his pride had a prophecy that a true king would go insane if they didn’t find their truemate. An insane lion shifter was bad. An insane beast like Thadd’s? Yeah, he didn’t want to unleash the likes of what resided inside him on the world. He’d call on the crazy dragon Lula to take him out first. She would be the only one who had the ability to do so.
TORRANCE LEFT RIDGE, feeling a little better knowing he was home to watch over Mr. Bixley. Yes, she was completely aware baby goats didn’t normally have names. She was also aware that if he was her familiar, he should be talking to her in some fashion, soon. “He will talk or communicate with me when he feels like it.” Just saying it out loud made her feel better.
She hit the garage opener by the entrance, moved to her beloved bike smiling. Ridge and his buddies loved their Harleys, but she preferred her LS-218 with its lightning fast speeds, it’s sleek body, and best of all it was free. She called that a total win. Most people can’t ride a bike like hers; it’s called the unicorn of bikes. Easing her baby out of the garage, she nosed it down the drive, hitting the road out of town at a hundred miles an hour, which was slow for the bike. It wasn’t called the LS-218 for nothing. The bike had been clocked at two hundred and eighteen miles at Bonneville Speed Week, leaving with the top speed, becoming the fastest production bike. None of that mattered to her. She loved to go fast in her fur, and when she was on her bike, she got that same rush giving her a sense of safety. Although most didn’t feel comfortable riding the machine, since you were basically in a lying down position with your feet behind you, your arms stretched out front holding the handlebars. It reminded her of playing the game Tron in the video arcade, except she was actually on the rocket-like bike. She felt almost as if she were in her panther form while riding.
A while later, her cat purring inside her human form, Torrance headed back to town. She hated the need to slow down when the marker for city limits loomed. The first thing she heard was the unmistakable sound of a Harley and its deep rumble. She wondered if one of the Mayhem Pride were out for a cruise. As she came to the first four-way intersection, her eyes caught and held the huge man across from her. She felt the immediate pull again as she stared at the stranger on the bike. Even with him sitting, she knew he had to be huge. He wore a skull cap with his hair pulled back in a ponytail that would look stupid on many, but on this man, it looked sexy as hell.
Torrance bit her lip on a groan, happy her face was hidden by the full-face helmet. Shit, her panther was literally doing backflips inside her, the damn hussy.
The sound of several other bikes made her whip her head away from the stranger, knowing exactly what she’d see. Of course, Ridge and some of the other Mayhem Pride members would be there having sensed another predator on their land, and this stranger was big. Torrance
