Page 34 of Cage Me

If Spencer wants me, then she’s going to get all of me.

Chapter 14

SPENCER

Every other second, I expect the old me to rear her ugly head and take back everything I felt in the living room, but that doesn’t happen. Not as Drake carries me outside to the shed, not when I place another cloaking spell around the small space for privacy, or even when we begin to strip each other of our clothes.

Instead, the more time that passes, the more relief I feel at no longer feeling the need to push everyone away, and the more I want to pull everyone closer.

Well, at least Drake and that’s exactly what I do without an ounce of hesitation.

My borrowed shed isn’t big, and his imposing form makes the space seem even smaller, but that doesn’t stop either of us. With my mattress back in its normal spot in the corner, we practically fall on top of the lumpy surface, our legs tangled together.

He lands on the bottom with a grimace on his face. “How long have you been sleeping on this thing?”

I shrug. “Just a couple months.”

“I’m going to find us a house,” he says with a growl. “One with a real bed. You deserve better than,” his eyes look around, a bit of sadness in them, “this.”

He’s right, and I’ve been working toward “better,” but looking back now, I think I was always going to be in my own way.

Leaning forward, my nails scrape against his chest and I kiss him, but before things can get heated again, my right hand begins to burn.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, sitting up and trying not to be equally distracted by his hard cock beneath my ass.

Drake’s chest is glowing and, right before my eyes, the chains around his wolf are moving. I point and raise my brow. “Is that normal?”

“No, definitely not,” he says as his fingers tighten around my hips. Before I can say anything else, he flips our positions and has me on my back. “But that’s a problem to worry about later.”

Or maybe it’s not a problem at all. I know Natalia said that Drake is marked for destruction, but there isn’t anything evil that I sense inside him. She had to have gotten it wrong, and the curse he has, maybe it can be broken by finding one’s fated mate.

Before my mind can get too far off track, Drake grabs the back of my neck firmly, lifting my head closer to his. His dark eyes contain more of those silver sparks that I noticed earlier, and he licks his lips as if he’s prepared to devour me for his last meal.

“You’re mine, Little Dove.”

Four words have never sounded so sensual, but the fact that they don’t make me want to run as I did earlier is the biggest win of the day.

My wolf rumbles inside me, her agreement clear as I sense her presence rising to the surface. She’s as eager to claim our mate as I’ve suddenly become.

I don’t know how I’ve gotten to this moment after the fucked-up day I’ve had, but the relief inside me is too great to ignore. Maybe the fates aren’t so idiotic after all.

Only time will tell. For now, I’m done fighting. I have to be.

Drake’s hand cups my face and there’s a look of reverence in his gaze that melts the last pieces of ice I’ve kept around my heart. My head nods ever so slightly and he lifts up just enough to reach between us. He grabs his cock and rubs the head over my clit, making my entire body jolt with need.

As I start to reach forward, he puts me out of my joyous misery and thrusts inside me. My mouth pops open with an audible gasp and I’m clinging to his arms as he somehow keeps going deeper and deeper.

The moment he’s fully seated within me, an energy builds inside my chest, expanding with every beat of my heart and heating the rest of my body. Drake, on the other hand, seems to be frozen in place. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tense, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain. At least I don’t think so.

I lift my hand, and when I touch his face, he shakes his head.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, suddenly feeling as if maybe sex so soon wasn’t the smartest decision I’ve made lately.

His chest rumbles, and he starts to move, but barely.

My stare catches movement on his chest, and the longer I stare at his tattoo, the more I realize it’s moving in real time. His wolf is shaking, and the chains around him have fissures forming within the metal, but none of the remaining restraints are breaking.

“Your wolf,” I whisper, my hand hovering just above the mark, but not touching it.

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