Cage Me: A Wolf Shifter Romantasy (Immortal Vices and Virtues: Shadow Shifter Bonds Book 1)

Chapter 23

It takes me several seconds to remember where I am when I wake: on the couch with Spencer, inside Kasha’s house. The place is dark and quiet, as is the outside world, but my mate still rests peacefully with her head on my chest, her body laid out next to mine.

My arms encircle her, holding her gently, and I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest. I trail my fingers over her arm, enjoying the feel of her silky skin. A smile forms on my face as our previous conversation comes back to me.

Spencer is a literal angel.

She might technically be a wolf shifter, but now that I know she’s more than that at her core, everything else makes sense.

The draw I had toward her, the desperate need not to let her go, the sense of peace I feel with her… Yes, as a shadow shifter, my desire to claim my mate should have been overwhelming, but my wolf was bound when I met Spencer. There was no influence from my inner beast.

Anything that I felt was because of my mate and her alone.

“Hmmm.” She burrows closer to me, and I tighten my hold.

Her heartbeat increases as though she’s waking up, but she doesn’t open her eyes. I kiss the top of her hair and wait, knowing she’s been through a lot since the moment we met. Yet, this is the first time I think she’s truly rested her mind and body in the last few days.

It’s not even a minute later when her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me with a grin on her face. “Well, hello there.”

I easily return her smile. “How are you feeling?”

Her hand slowly trails down my stomach. “Like I have a lot of pent-up energy to expend.”

A rumble echoes from my chest, and before Spencer can take her next breath, I have her in my arms and am walking toward the backyard. “I can help with that.”

She laughs, and the sound warms my entire body as she says, “I had a feeling you could.”

Quietly yet with urgency, I get us out the back door and into Spencer’s shed. I really hate this space for her. My mate deserves so much better than a shack with a mattress on the floor, and the fact that I can’t readily provide more is something I intend to change soon.

Spencer wiggles out of my hold and begins throwing her clothes off, seeming to not care where they land as long as they’re no longer touching her body.

Her beauty takes my breath away, and I barely have my shirt off before her hands are on my jeans, helping to move things along.

“If you’re not naked in two seconds, I’m going to ruin your new clothes,” she says with glee.

I kick my boots off as she tugs my jeans and boxers down my legs. My cock is already wide awake and when her fingers brush over him, he jolts to attention.

“I’m not the only one ready to expend extra energy,” she says, wrapping her hand around my length and squeezing firmly as she moves her wrist up and down.

I reach for her, but she moves closer to the ground until she’s on her knees in front of me. Her tongue wets her lips right before they part. I inch forward and she guides the head into her mouth. Her resounding moan sends vibrations up my shaft that go straight to my toes.

“Fuck, Spencer,” I hiss, grabbing her hair.

She rocks back and forth, sucking my dick with vigor. Her mouth is heaven, but when she reaches for my balls, I see stars.

My fingers get tangled in her blonde strands as I surge forward until she starts to choke. I expect her to pull back, but she takes me even deeper.

I relinquish control for as long as I can, relishing the way she so easily commands me and how much I don’t care. This woman owns every part of me, and I’m not ashamed to admit that.

Her tongue swirls as her head bobs, the motions repeating as her hands work their magic at the base. I let myself get lost in the ecstasy until I can’t take much more.

“Spencer.” Her name is a warning, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Though, I do. The need to finally have my taste of her is too strong to ignore. I pick her up, forcing my cock from her eager lips.

Turning her until her back is against the unfinished drywall of the shed, I part her legs as I drop to my knees. “My turn.”

My mouth sucks on her clit before she can get a word out. Her fingers grip my hair and she cries out. “Fuck me.”

Oh, I will be, but not before I’ve made her come with my tongue.

Her hips surged forward as I suck and lick with abandon, enjoying as her breathing turns into heavy pants. Her legs are shaking and the hold she has on my hair still is nearly painful. Though, it’s easily ignored as I lap at her center, eating up her sweetness as she falls apart for me.

“Oh, Gods.” Her strangled cries of pleasure get caught in her throat as she shudders before nearly collapsing to the floor.

I stand to grab hold of her hips and lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist. “I’m not done with you, Mate.”

She smirks. “I hope not.”

Reaching between us, I grab my dick and rub the head against her waiting pussy. She’s dripping wet and trembling with a need that only I can fulfill. One thrust upward and she’s crying out my name once again.

The bond between us surges like a livewire, an unnecessary reminder that she means more to me than my own life.

I pound into her, remembering how she asked me not to hold back before. Her hands grab my face, and she keeps her stare on mine. The intensity of our connection nearly takes me down, but I push back, not ready to be done with her.

With one hand still gripping her ass, I use the other to grab the back of her neck and bring her closer. Her mouth crashes into mine, and I kiss her with the force of unspoken promises to never hurt her.

I knew the moment I saw this woman that she was the only one for me, that she is something special I would be a fool to let get away. The more time I spend with her, the more I get to touch her and hold her like this and learn who she really is, the more I know there isn’t a day I ever want to spend without her.

My hips surge upward with ferocity and Spencer rips her mouth from mine, her head falling back against the wall as she moans with pleasure.

As I hold her tighter and fuck her harder, her nails dig into my skin, leaving red lines over my shoulders, but it’s when her hand covers my chest that heat sears through my heart and a howl echoes through my mind.

With the curse on my wolf broken, there’s no tattoo there, but there’s still pain. I don’t expect it, but more than that, Spencer’s touch soothes the aches within, healing what can’t be seen.

She doesn’t seem to notice my momentary agony, and I don’t stop pounding into her. Nothing else matters but her in my arms.

Not the past or what we’ve yet to face. It’s only me and her in this moment, right now and forever.

She brings her head back to mine, our foreheads resting together as she pants and shudders within my hold. “So close,” she whispers.

Her ankles tighten around my waist and with refocused efforts, I slam her into the wall, making cracks in the surface. Her cries grow louder, as do my grunts of need. She grabs my face and kisses me again, but this time the action only serves to quiet the sounds of her screams as she explodes around me.

It’s only a few more pumps and I’m falling off the cliff right after her. Sweat covers our bodies, and our hearts race in time with one another as we take a few minutes to catch our breath. By the time she pulls back, there’s a sideways grin on her face and she chuckles.

“We should do that more often,” she says, her fingers playing with the back of my hair.

I hold her tighter and growl. “As often as you’d like, Mate.”

She glances back. “But we should probably find somewhere else to fuck before we break Kasha’s shed.”

“I’ll build her a new one,” I say with a wink.

Spencer yawns and I expect her to try and wiggle free, but she leans her head against my chest. “I think I could fall asleep again after that, right here in your arms.”

“Then, I’ve done my job right.” I chuckle. “Let’s get you in bed.”

She frowns down at the mattress. “The couch was ten times more comfortable than that.”

She’s not wrong, but I don’t tell her that. “You can sleep on me.”

“Then, you won’t be comfortable.”

My eyes cast down, taking in her naked body. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She smacks my chest but makes no move to get away. “And here I thought you were chivalrous just a couple days ago.”

“Can’t I be both?” My brows waggle as I kneel onto the bed.

“I guess so.” She stretches out over me as soon as I lay down. The warmth of her body soaks into mine, and as I drape the comforter over her, she rests her head right beneath my chin. “Best pillow ever.”

Her words are already quieting, and I rub her back, lulling her to sleep.

There won’t be any more rest for me. Not when there’s no forgetting how much is on the line.

In the light of the morning, Natalia will have the spell we need to use against Kel. I’ll be taking my mate straight toward one of the most evil witches to ever exist.

As much as I know that bitch needs to die, everything about this plan feels wrong. Yet, the thought of running and hiding for the rest of our lives is just as unappealing.

Considering Spencer seems hell bent on a fight, that’s what I want to give her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hold her tighter, hoping like hell we’re not about to make the biggest mistake of our lives.