Chrome and Claws
Sabrina whimpered against her shoulder, fingers clutching harder.
“Rave,” Sabrina whispered. “Please. Let’s just go.”
Raven’s bike was dead, engine silent, her pride in pieces on the asphalt. She cursed under her breath and swung her leg off the Harley, planting her boots firmly on the road. If she had to fight her way out, she’d do it standing.
The air smelled of smoke, leather, and something darker. Axel. His scent was sharp, raw, and dangerously intoxicating. Her wolf strained against her control, desperate to close the space between them.