Sand Springs was much nicer than its name suggested. Cross felt like a scumbag driving his motorcycle down the pristine city streets. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before the local law showed up. There was zero chance the two of them belonged in the town. Rory would be fine if she was alone, nobody ever questioned innocent blondes. If they had been in a car, Cross would have passed too. But on his bike they were a huge target.
He followed the signs to the town visitor’s bureau. Magda had given Rory a town but not much else information. Beatrice Silver was one of their ancestors and she lived in the town of Silver Springs. That was all they had to work with. Cross knew that would be enough. Anytime there was a ghost, it was a violent death. With a witch of Beatrice’s era, he was pretty confident they were looking for the mass grave from a witch trial.
“What are we doing here?” Rory asked taking off her helmet.
“We’re going to find out about the town’s history,” he looked behind her as a cop car turned the corner onto the block. “We’re a young couple on a ride across the country and we’re sight-seeing in town.”
“I don’t think we’re going to need a cover story but fine,” Rory agreed.
“Hello! Welcome to Sand Springs,” a nice looking older woman greeted them as soon as they walked inside the small building. “I’m Mrs. Thomas. What brings you kids to our lovely town today?”
Cross gave Rory an I-told-you-so look. “We really needed a rest stop and decided to stop in. We’re on a rode trip across the state and all these old towns have such interesting back stories.”
“You two are on that bike!” the woman’s eye brows shot up. “That must be so uncomfortable. Let me guess. This was your idea young man. The things we do for love.”
The woman gave Rory a conspiratorial look. Rory beamed back at her. “How did you know?”
“I was young once too dear and let me tell you, all the young men looked like this in my time,” she winked at Cross. “Though my mother would never have let me on the back of a motorcycle.”
“I doubt my mother is very happy with this situation,” Rory quipped.
“But that didn’t stop you now did it,” Mrs. Thomas chuckled. “It’s so nice to have a young beautiful couple interested in history. I’ll let you two have a look around. Everything is pretty self-explanatory but if you have any questions, I’ll be right up here.”
“Thank you,” Cross said smiling at the woman. He took Rory’s hand and led her toward the exhibits. She was going to be pissed at him but it was worth it. She couldn’t shake his hand off or cause a scene here.
“You think your real slick,” she told him.
“I don’t think I’m the only one who’s feeling a little…slick today,” Cross said with a smirk. He could smell how much she wanted him. The minute he took her hand, her body temperature had shot up. She had been squirming against him the entire ride up to Sand Springs. He wished she would stop being so difficult and just let him finish claiming her already. He wanted to fuck her, she wanted to fuck him. They were both of age and consenting adults. She was letting the whole different supernatural creatures things get in her head too much.
It wasn’t like his dick knew she was a witch or her pussy would be able to tell it was getting rail by a werewolf. Once the clothes came off, it really didn’t matter who was what. Plus, it would really clear both of their heads once they got it over with. His wolf had been on edge since the incident when they first got to Sienna. He had barely slept at all last night and it would keep up like that until he joined with her.

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