Page 10 of Dancing Moonbeam

“But you have laid it down,” Raidh pointed out, still hesitant and unconvinced by his mate’s experience and reassurances.

“I’m seasoned,” Jaytee insisted.

“With craziness.” There was nothing his mate could say that would convince Raidh to get on that death trap willingly. “Just give me your address and I’ll meet you there...in one piece.”

Jaytee chuckled at his reluctance. But to Raidh’s surprise, instead of pushing him or trying to convince him, Jaytee simply shrugged and revved the engine again.

It was clear that this was not up for debate. Either he got on willingly or Jaytee would leave without him.

Would his mate really leave him? Raidh had nowhere else to go, and now that he knew his sister was looking for him, his time to cast the concealment spell was running out.

When Odette couldn’t find him, Galamir would discover his disappointing, half-witted, useless excuse for a pathetic son had left the realm.

Those insulting words should have cut deeply, but Raidh had gone numb to them, especially after hearing them for over a millennium.

Raidh was not going back. For what? So his father could continue disparaging him, force him to use dark magic and participate in those braggart-filled gagfest competitions?

He didn’t even know why Galamir made him compete since his father spent the entire time criticizing and belittling him for every spell he cast. Galamir even accused him of not taking things seriously, making Raidh’s life miserable.

Nothing Raidh did was ever good enough for his family.

Raidh needed to cast the spell quickly, but could he trust Jaytee to keep him safe on the motorcycle?

“My hair is going to get messed up with all that wind,” Raidh said, trying his best to stall.

Jaytee dismounted the motorcycle. “Turn around,” he said softly.

Raidh complied, feeling a rush of exhilaration as Jaytee’s skilled fingers wove through his hair, gently braiding it. He shivered at the touch of the wolf shifter’s hands gliding through his hair, the slight tug as strands were pulled into place.

But it was the accidental brush against his pointed ears that made him gasp.

“My ears.”

“Are hidden.”

That wasn’t what Raidh was talking about. The points were very sensitive and, if played with for too long, would cause Raidh to orgasm.

Jaytee slid his hands down Raidh’s arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He leaned in close, his lips close to Raidh’s ear, then whispered in a sultry tone, “Wrap your arms tightly around me when you get on. Follow my lead and lean whenever I do, Moonbeam.”

Raidh felt a surge of desire rush through him, felt Jaytee’s heat radiating behind him, as he nodded.

When they mounted the motorcycle, Raidh curled his arms around Jaytee’s waist, which caused their bodies to press close together. Sweet honeydew. Raidh felt all of Jaytee’s deliciously hard and corded muscles under his palms and against his chest.

“Hang on, Moonbeam,” Jaytee said right before he took off.

Raidh suppressed a scream, instead concentrating on how every muscle in Jaytee’s upper body flexed tight as they drove through town.

The wind whipped through Raidh’s hair when they hit the back road, the braid Jaytee had carefully created keeping it secure.

As they rode, Jaytee’s grip on the handlebars tightened, and Raidh could feel the power and control the wolf shifter had over the motorcycle. It was intoxicating, and Raidh secretly felt a thrill run through him every time Jaytee leaned into a turn or accelerated on a straightaway.

Soon they turned off the road and headed up a long driveway. Up ahead, Raidh saw a large, dark blue home with off-white trim and a red front door. There were two pickup trucks and three cars parked to the side of the house.

Jaytee pulled under a carport and shut off the motorcycle. Raidh’s legs felt like they were still vibrating when he dismounted and looked around.

“You boys were supposed to be back an hour ago,” a man said as he marched onto the porch. “Dinner has been getting cold.” He scowled at Jaytee then frowned as he looked at Raidh.

Instinctively, Raidh stepped behind his mate. The stranger bore a striking resemblance to Jaytee and his siblings, with the same sharp cheekbones and intense gaze, but this man had a more rugged and seasoned look, like he had lived a lifetime already. He even had the same long, thick beard as the others, but he was a lot more muscular.

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