Chapter 35.5

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Even though it was still early, several pairs of eyes watched them leave town. Both human and wolf eyes. Some in plain sight, others hidden. Hundame was a wolf town and how she'd missed that when they arrived was one big mystery. A stupid mistake that could have ended much worse. Werewolves and their territories were a fickle thing. While traveling alone before arriving at Pleyvale, she was either wearing her ring, and thus not seen as a threat if she crossed one, or she had shifted outside of any werewolf territories.

Lucas eyed the watching strangers in wonder as Azura drove away from the town and onto the big highway. Not long after, thick raindrops started to fall while 'Conquest of Paradise' played in the background. One of the songs on Lucas's CD Azura didn't mind hearing over and over. The couple remained in comfortable silence for the first hour. The male shifter knew better by now than to start a serious conversation in the morning. He sometimes placed his hand on her leg, and she sometimes flashed him a smile and caressed his hand or beard.

Lucas grabbed a bottle of water and offered it to Azura. "I still hold to my opinion you need to start drinking coffee."

"Hmm? What?" Azura kept her eyes on the road, her thoughts being jerked from their travels.

"Coffee! That stuff that keeps you awake!"

"Gross. Never have and never will like it." Her brows drew together as she pretended to puke. "Just give me an hour of peace in the mornings and I'll be fine."

"You've had your hour. More actually." His hand moved up her leg towards her thighs and the closer he got to her center, the more her breath faltered. "Maybe... I should have gone for some other way to wake you up."

Azura clenched the steering wheel till her knuckles turned white as his fingers brushed against her inner thigh. That one touch was enough to ignite a desire inside her making her inwardly curse as she knew the smell of her arousal would reach his nose soon.

"Fuck...off... I need to teach you about werewolves, not have you distract me while I'm driving! And I'm awake aren't I?" She cringed as her own scent hit her nose and she swatted his hand away while trying to put her mind on other things than their sweat-coated bodies slapping together.

Lucas let out a low growl, his pupils dilating as her aroused scent registered in his brain and had his body reacting in an animalistic way that he'd grown accustomed to by now. Azura glanced at him before her eyes moved down to his crotch. Even though he was wearing jeans, she could easily discern his growing erection straining against the stiff fabric.

"You better put your mind on something else, Horndog." Azura playfully teased before placing her focus back on the quiet road. "Like werewolves for example! What do you know about them?"

It was for both their interest she tried shifting the focus. Hell, the idea of finding a place to park and just jump him had crossed her mind several times in the short timespan, but she had a goal; getting to Greenwood as fast as possible. Plus they had been at it like a pair of horny rabbits ever since she had come clean to everyone, so a few hours of not having sex wouldn't hurt.

"Fine," he huffed, adjusting himself inside his pants. "Way to kill the mood, Firestarter. But I'll humor you. Werewolves are shifters, like us, just they change into giant ass wolves. They live in packs, work with a strong hierarchy with the Alpha being their leader. They're territorial, weird, and apparently don't mark each other nor do they have soulmates. And they are fucking wolves! Wild, arrogant-"

"Feral? Are you even taking this seriously?!" She released one hand from the wheel and punched him in the shoulder. "I can't help it that you guys are so far removed from your inner animal that you see every other shifter species as wild or feral. Fact is, that's the natural way! Maybe you should allow yourself to give in to your instincts more, then you'd understand. Werewolves are indeed giant ass wolves. Yes, they live in packs, but they are by no means old-fashioned, feral, wild, or uncivilized. And yes, I know all these thoughts crossed your mind."

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