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

Chapter 28

We really shouldn’t be considering sex right now. Nothing of the sort. Yet, the moment Drake lifts me up and I straddle him, that’s the only thing on my mind.

The wolves that attacked us came out of nowhere and nearly killed my mate. Seeing him hurt and barely able to stand ignited a fire within me that could only be quelled by the blood of the monsters.

I don’t know where they came from or how Kel got to them, but my wolf wasn’t going to be beat. Once they were down, I almost didn’t think my wolf was going to let me shift back—her rage over Drake being hurt stormed inside us both—but he needed to be healed, and there was no way for her to do the job.

Thankfully, his injuries weren’t as severe as they looked, but he still should be resting now. Not looking at me like his next meal.

“We shouldn’t get distracted out here,” I finally say even though I’m already primed for him.

His hands slide up and over my shirt, gripping my breasts through the thin fabric. “Too late.”

He’s not wrong about that.

Taking a moment, I close my eyes and extend my senses. I’d meant what I said before. Kel isn’t the only person we should be concerned with. I’ve spent my fair share of time in the less-civilized parts of No Man’s Land.

The supernaturals out here live for power. Taking an albino wolf and a shadow shifter would be the pay day of the century to some of these people.

I search the area, drawing my wolf forward and enhancing my abilities. Nothing to smell or hear, but still, I know we shouldn’t do this. Not now.

Yet, when I reopen my eyes and find Drake’s heated gaze on me.

Fuck it.

“Only take your pants down to your knees,” I tell him. “And don’t kick off your boots. This is going to be quick and dirty.”

He chuckles as I sit up to shimmy my jeans over my hips. Only I realize I won’t be able to be on top unless my bottom half is free of restraints. This really is a bad idea, but knowing that doesn’t stop me from getting sort of naked.

Especially when I see his cock spring free, begging to be ridden.

I practically jump on him, and he groans, his eyes pinching closed for a moment. “Gentle, My Dove.”

Quick and dirty, not rough and tumble. Got it.

My hands rub over his chest as I grin. “I’ll make you forget about your aches.”

His smirk turns into an “O” when I sit up again and stroke his erection, rubbing the head over my center.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, then gasps when I slam down over his cock, taking him in one go.

My body tries to tense, but I breathe deeply and relax, settling into position. “Better?”

He nods, a moan escaping from between his lips. “Nothing could beat my dick inside you.”

Placing my hands beside his shoulders, I lean forward and nip lightly at his lower lip. “Good.”

I start to move my hips, still mindful of his injuries as I lift up, then go back down until I’ve taken every inch of him again. Repeating the action over and over again has my body heating, but so does the risk we’re taking.

At any moment, we could be caught with our asses out, and the thrill of that has my pulse pounding and my need increasing.

Drake’s fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and while I’m still riding him like the last bull of the night, he starts to counter my movements, forcing my hips to also move in a circular motion.

Every time I go down and he does that, I can barely breathe. Every nerve ending inside me is ignited, and I can’t hold back much longer.

Knowing he needs to finish with me, I reach back with one hand and find his balls. The lightest touch of my fingertips has him stiffening beneath me.

“Spencer,” he warns.

My smirk is all evil. “Quick and dirty, remember?”

Still fondling his sack, I ride him harder, grinding over him and enjoying as I watch his jaw tighten. He’s close, but so am I.

I pull my hand back and lean forward until I can capture his lips. I want to taste him as he comes inside me.

Drake doesn’t disappoint. Even with his legs still trapped within his jeans, he moves beneath me, hitting deeper and harder as I start to fall off the edge of the most glorious cliff.

My toes curl and my body begins to coil with seductive tension. Fuck, I’m so close.

Drake’s tongue sweeps across my mouth, and one of his hands grips the back of my head, pulling on the long strands of my loose hair. “Come for me, Dove.”

Those four little words have me crying out and tremors rapid-firing through my body. I fall over him, breathing heavily and panting. “Quick and dirty is really nice.”

“Nice?” His chest rumbles, and he grasps my hair tighter. “That was nice?”

My laughter vibrates through the both of us. “You know it was more than that. Forgive my poor vocabulary. My brain is muddled.”

“When you say it that way, I guess ‘nice’ will do.” He lifts my chin and kisses me again. “We should probably get up.”

Yeah, we probably should.

I’m on my feet as quickly as my ravaged body will let me. As I reach for my pants, I do another cursory glance around the area. There isn’t anything new to sense out there, which is good, but also not what I expect.

If Kel sent those wolves after us, I would have expected a backup plan. One that included sending more when the others failed.

“We should teleport to the next town before shifting into our wolves again,” I tell Drake. “I don’t want to run from Kel, but if she targeted us here, she has the upper hand in this area.”

Then, I unfortunately remember that bitch can speak to Drake through his mind. “Have you heard anything else from her?”

If she spoke to him while we were fucking, I will kill her. Twice.

His head shakes, then he lowers his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Spencer.”

I step toward him as I button my pants. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“You didn’t want any of this, and everything has only gotten worse,” he says with a growl. “I thought I could just forego my vengeance because you’re all I need. I didn’t want to bring you into this mess.”

“And you didn’t,” I tell him sternly, holding both of his hands. “I volunteered. This nightmare will be over soon. Just focus on that.”

He nods, but I know he’s still upset. As much as I love that he cares so damn much, he needs to concentrate on the vengeance he was just speaking of. That rage he had when he exited the portal is what we need to win this fight.

Fear and regret won’t get us anywhere. Pure, unfiltered determination to murder that bitch is key.

Once I’m finished redressing, I start to say things I really don’t want to but feel are necessary to the situation.

“Kel stole your life, Drake. She took your home, your freedom, your time. If her spell hadn’t basically frozen you in time, you’d probably be dead. Remember that, and don’t for one second think I regret signing up for this. I might not have known how bad things were, but I knew enough, and nothing has changed since bonding with you.”

His shoulders rise as he takes a deep inhale, but he still keeps his gaze averted.

I go to him and lift his chin with a finger. When I can finally see his eyes, they’re filled with silver sparks and I smile. “There’s my mate.”

“I don’t want to be angry.”

“And I don’t want you to be, either, but sometimes it can’t be avoided,” I say softly. “Let’s show that witch bitch she fucked with the wrong wolf.”

“As long as you know this isn’t who I am.” His hands cup my face. “I would never hurt you.”

Damn him. He’s too fucking good for me, and it seems I’m the only one that knows it.

“I know and that’s exactly why I’m here and ready to fight for the life I know we will have.”

Our foreheads press together, and our bond thrums with an intensity that tastes of a sweet smokiness.

Nothing will take this man from me. Not a pack of rabid wolves or a psychotic witch. I’m going to make damn sure of that.

“We should go,” he says quietly.

I know he’s right, but I take an extra minute to hold him close. I’m not ready to let go just yet.

When I finally pull back, the tight lines around his face break my heart a little, but I know he needs to stay focused on the end game. Nothing else matters outside of ending Kel. Ending her control over him and whatever terror she intends to cause.

“I’ll use another portal spell,” I tell him, digging out the witch’s pocket. This thing has really come in handy. I’m going to figure out how I get one for myself since it didn’t seem as if Natalia has any intentions of letting me keep hers.

A rift forms in the air in front of us and without hesitation, we step through, hand in hand. On the other side, the sky is still blue from the afternoon sun and this town isn’t as run down as the last, but it’s still eerily quiet.

I glance behind us to make sure the portal is closed and then turn to Drake. Except my fierce mate doesn’t seem as if he’s doing so well.

His shoulders are hunched over, and his eyes are squeezed closed as he holds his stomach with both arms.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and look around, but there isn’t anything here. Hell, there aren’t even any supernaturals. That could be a good thing, but considering there should be, I don’t think it is.

“My head, it’s pounding and if I open my eyes, everything around me is moving.” Drake’s voice is pained, but I have no clue what I’m supposed to do for him. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and figure it out, though.

I wrap an arm around him. “Let’s go sit down.”

The building nearest to us is a café. The windows are busted out, and so is the door, but it’s at least somewhere to sit.

Just as I usher him inside, he stumbles and starts falling forward. Even with my increased strength, his dead weight feels impossible to hold up on my own. I lean him toward the wall and help as much as I can to get him on the ground without hurting himself.

“She’s close,” Drake murmurs, his eyes still shut and face pinched.

“How close?” I take a deep inhale, but I don’t scent anything sinister.

His head shakes. “No!”

“Is she talking to you?” I snarl. “Get the fuck out of his head,” I add, even though I doubt she can hear me or that my words would make a difference.

“Run, Spencer.” Drake lets out a strangled breath. “Just run.”

“Not fucking happening.” Using the witch’s pocket, I reach inside and call for a cloaking spell. Maybe this will block Kel out. At the very least, it should at least hide us, so I can call Natalia and ask her what the hell I’m supposed to do.

I open the cloaking spell and pour the vial out around us. My eyes stay on Drake, but the pain he’s radiating with doesn’t lessen.

His head slowly raises, and he opens his eyes. They’re all black this time, and his voice doesn’t sound like his own.

“You can’t hide from me, Spencer.”

“Fuck you,” I snarl. It’s time to end this bitch once and for all.