Page 57 of Wild Wolf

I gave him a dry look. “You can’t drive, can you?” I asked.

“Pfft. I can drive you crazy. I can drive my cock into anything, anywhere. I can drive a goose to gander and I can drive-”

“But you can’t drive a car?”

Sin narrowed his eyes at me then shrugged. “Maybe I can or maybe I can’t.”

Suspicion clawed at me but then I remembered him telling me that his hobby had been to do up cars while we were back in Darkmore and I relaxed.

“You almost had me there,” I admitted, settling into my seat and reaching over to take the keys from the sun visor above the driver’s seat.

Sin grinned innocently, taking the key from me and starting the engine.

“You need to shift,” I reminded him and he sighed before shifting into a perfect lookalike of Dante.

“Shit,” I breathed, blinking at my cousin in surprise. “When did you pick up his form?”

“At the party,” Sin replied, his voice now laced with Dante’s accent. “Sooo many of your pack wanna bone him, poppet. Luckily, I think it was mostly the ones who aren’t actually blood related to him, but if you wanna try a little filthy fantasy…”

“Ew, fuck no,” I said, crinkling my nose and recoiling from him. “Shift into someone else – Dante is under too much suspicion anyway. His alibi is barely holding up on account of there having clearly been a Storm Dragon there when we escaped. Him being the only one of that size currently on record as living in Solaria is pretty damn incriminating. But as they can’t prove for definite that there aren’t any others and there are so many witnesses and so much CCTV footage of him elsewhere they can’t make charges stick. Besides, Dante and our famiglia have a few friends in high places who might have helped us out a little. But the FIB know, Sin. They know and they’re pissed. So be someone else.”

He sighed like I was a total buzzkill then shifted again appearing as a man about twenty years older with a slim frame, salt and pepper hair and a smouldering depth to his gaze as he turned it on me.

“So are you my sugar daddy in this roleplay?” I asked him, my lips twitching in a smirk which he returned with a far filthier version.

“I’m whatever kind of daddy you want me to be, kitten,” he purred. “Now where to?”

I programmed the satnav with our destination and leaned back in my seat as I pressed the remote for the barn doors and they slowly began to swing open.

Sin started the engine then revved it, sighing appreciatively as he flexed his fingers against the wheel.

“How long has it been since you drove?” I asked him.

“Too long,” he groaned, revving the engine again.

I dropped my hand onto his thigh as he eyed the opening doors like they were a chequered flag and the moment they were wide enough, he slammed his foot to the floor and launched us through them.

Laughter tumbled from my lips as he yanked on the parking brake, swinging the back end around in a cloud of dust as he lined it up with the main drive before racing down it at speed.

The smile on his face was infectious and I kept my eyes on it as I dropped down into the footwell of the car to conceal myself as we reached the main gates to the estate. They swung wide just in time for us to blast through them and Sin howled as we made it to the open road.

“I see the piggies,” he called loudly, waving out the windscreen at what I had to assume were the lurking FIB in their car. “I think they’re gonna give chase!”

“Maybe you should stick to the speed limit then?” I called over the rush of wind which was billowing in through his open window.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that? Those motherfuckers can’t catch me!” Sin threw his hand out the window, a blast of air magic erupting from his palm and sending dust up into the air in an enormous cloud beyond our rear wheels.

I pulled myself up into my seat again, fastening my seatbelt as he showed no signs at all of slowing down and looking out the rear window where a horn was blasting and sirens wailing from within the cloud.

The truck roared as Sin floored it, rocketing us up the road and towards the sprawling metropolis of Alestria in the distance.

I gave up on any attempt to rein him in, instead lowering my own window and grinning out at the open road ahead of us while my hair was whipped around my face and the FIB were left far behind in our dust.

The streets of Alestria weren’t quite the horror-filled alleys and criminally ruled hell holes they had been during my childhood, but the people here were wary of newcomers all the same. Peace had been achieved in this place thanks mostly to Dante and all the shit he went through ten years ago when Dark Fae ruled these streets and a war between the Oscuras and the Lunar Brotherhood seemed never ending. Of course the darkness of the war for the throne had touched this place too and though that had been a perilous time for many I was proud of what Alestria had achieved then too.

When the Order persecutions had taken place and Fae had been hunted simply for being a Tiberian Rat, Minotaur or Sphinx, Alestria had used its criminal network and hive of underground cells and secret places to hide those in need. Our city was one of the few which had managed to successfully protect the majority of its citizens from the wrath of Lionel Acrux right until the end of the battles.

“I heard it was as bad up here as it was in Darkmore for a while,” Sin said in a low voice, bobbing his chin at a spray-painted symbol of two Phoenixes rising from the centre of a crown on the side of an apartment building. It wasn’t the first we’d passed.

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