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Her hips move over my hardening cock and any thoughts of wicked witches and possessed wolves are long forgotten.

Chapter 28

SPENCER

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.

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