Page 35 of Cage Me

The scorching temperatures emanating from that part of his body remind me that I was already burned by the mark once. We should probably stop in case this isn’t a good thing or some sort of beacon to the bitch that cursed him, but when I try to roll out from under Drake, his eyes finally open. “No. She won’t take this from me, too.”

The pain in his voice slashes at my heart as if I’ve been physically stabbed. I barely know this man, but the more I let him in, the more he tells me, the more I’m ready to murder on his behalf.

As I look into his heady gaze, his eyes are nearly black, and the silver flickers I saw before are nowhere to be seen, but there’s an intensity etched within his stare that I can’t deny. Drake needs me. Maybe more than either of us understands.

The thought causes a disturbance within me, but it’s not fear for the unknown or being tied to this man that shakes my foundation at its core. It’s the fact that the longer we remain pressed together like this, the more his pain begins to bleed into me.

“I’ve got you,” I say, keeping my gaze locked on his face.

He blinks slowly, and when he reopens his eyes, a bit of the tension he’s been holding there seems to ease. He starts to move above me again, rocking his hips. With each forward surge, the air feels as if it’s stolen right from my lungs.

The energy that had been building at my chest returns, swirling frantically inside me. The stronger the power gets, the faster Drake’s movements become.

“The bond,” he forces out with a strangled tone. “Can’t…control…”

A sensation of need blasts through me, coming directly from Drake, and there’s a feralness about him as his fingers grip my hair, holding the strands so tight that tears prick at the sides of my eyes.

His growls become louder, and I notice his canines extending as if his wolf is breaking through, but nothing more happens beyond that.

“You can let go,” I tell him when he seems to be holding back, his muscles remaining coiled beneath his taut skin as he moves with precision above me.

His head shakes. “I’ll hurt you.”

This time I grin. “I’m not fragile. I promise you.”

Sweat breaks out along his forehead, and he lets out a guttural roar as he tilts his head back. When he stares at me again, I can’t stop from smirking.

There were several moments earlier today that I thought this man was soft and possibly a little pathetic for practically begging me to accept him, but staring at him now, seeing the beast he truly is, I start to understand that there’s a lot more to Drake Cage than I’d initially given him credit for.

His hand wraps around my throat, not so tightly that I can’t breathe, but with enough pressure that I’m aware of every breath I take. He slams into me, eyes focusing entirely on my body.

My legs wrap around his waist as I take every bit of him, over and over again. My body shakes, and there’s little to nothing I can do other than hold on, but that’s more than enough.

Drake leans forward, increasing the pressure and grabbing my chin roughly. I think he’s going to say something else, but instead, he closes the bit of distance between us and kisses me with a ferocity I should have expected.

His tongue demands entry into my mouth and owns everything it touches. He tastes every corner, and I can barely think, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more empowered.

I grip his arms tighter and soon find myself matching his thrusts with my own vigor. Our bond is growing with every passing minute, and the stronger our connection becomes, the more powerful my own wolf feels.

An energy unlike anything I’ve experienced before starts to warm my own skin. I ignore the sensation in favor of focusing on the way Drake is not only fucking my body into oblivion, but also owning my mouth like it was created just for him.

Yet, the more time that passes, the stronger my own sensations become. My insides tighten almost painfully, and I’m certain I’m about to come, but before that can happen, Drake breaks our kiss and slows his pace.

His eyes—that are once again sparking with silver—drag over me, but I don’t feel the least bit self-conscious. In fact, the longer he seems to inspect every inch of my naked skin, the harder it is to breathe, and the more I squirm beneath his currently halted movements.

“You’re glowing,” he says with a smirk.

At first, I think he’s trying to compliment me, but then I realize the shed is brighter than it should be, and I actually am glowing.

My skin is almost translucent, and my hair has officially turned white instead of the platinum blonde it normally is.

“Stunning,” he whispers before leaning closer and holding me with more control than he had just minutes ago.

“Don’t be gentle,” I tell him in case he thinks this new development is something to be careful with. I’ve never felt more formidable, and I need him to finish me off before I combust—literally.

“Your wish is my command.” A rumble echoes from him again, and I release any lingering tension that was building up, thinking I’d lost the beastly side of him.

He grabs my legs, bringing them forward until I’m nearly bent in half and my ankles are resting against his shoulder. My fingers can barely reach him, and I start to complain, but then his hips surge forward and all breath escapes my lungs once again.

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