Tossing aside the jacket, he used his hands over a breast. He kneaded while I made my way over his skin, marking and scenting along the way. He pulled off my nipple to pull me up to his face. Our mouths met, ignoring everything from before to start kissing as if no time had passed, the years of being apart meant nothing at this moment. We knew one another’s bodies; I could feel his muscles flex underneath my hands. Not leaving his mouth, I went for his jeans to unbuckle and give him help to spring his cock so I could clutch him. He ripped away in a deep moan with only a hint of a growl. He waved his hand to add magical support to allow his side not to be the only way to keep us steady on the bike. His other hand ripped through the panties I had left. I climbeded up before diving right in. I wrapped around him, riding on top of him, hands over all the skin available to me with him following as best as he could manage since I had taken complete control over the situation. Rocking over him with a furious pace, lunging for the first orgasm, it crashed over me with a scream. I wanted more, I wanted it to last forever.
As the next wave crashed into me, I heard Caleb yell my name and grunt before gripping tightly onto me before we both began to slide into the bike and the warmth of the barrier he had placed to keep us from completely falling off the bike.
Chapter Seventy-Nine
The ride back to my place went swiftly and in silence. We both had redressed with ease of speed from years of training. The silence was made simple by speed and wind, keeping everything to a full rush of the city passing by. Neither of us wanted to discuss everything that had just happened. The sex, the killing, and of course, that the real threat of it wasn’t over. I had to get home before the jolt of energy dropped me and hell if I was going to injure my bike because of exhaustion, I would never live it down.
Parking and walking in the same silence, we staggered into my apartment area, avoiding my neighbors. The place still smelled of cleaning supplies. I could finally eat, barely bothering to cook anything, just eating the supplies I had. Caleb worked through the area, looking and adding magic to the city. The scent went down to almost non-existent. He joined me in the kitchen, grabbing an extra sandwich to wait until I ate enough to calm the nerves and my cat down so I could sleep.
“Are you going to explain anything that actually happened?”
“You had a spell within me, what did you get?” I asked, fiddling with a glass of water.
“It cut off, on your end, which you shouldn’t be able to do. So, in the interest of just shapeshifting, what else is within you, Fee?” I tilted my head; it wasn’t something I wanted to share, but hell, someone other than my gang should know in case I ever really lost complete control where they needed to find and put me down.
“Kanima, I can turn into a were-jaguar and hunt killers, murderers of innocents. It is connected to the shifting, but it is something else, older and no, I have no idea how I have it.” It was a quick and easy explanation.
“I would have to research; I vaguely remember the were-jaguar mythology of South America when I was looking into jaguar shifters, but that was a few years ago. What does it do to you, you seem, changed by its effects on your body?”
“It takes energy, a lot, and I am exhausted afterward, and I tend to kill bad guys without issue. But recovery is a bitch. This helped.” I pull up the necklace with it is minor glow.
“It won’t last, but it can recharge in the sun and can be used maybe once or twice a month at best for a year and a day before it needs to be spelled again.”
“Thanks.” He nodded.
“You need sleep and rest before it wears off.”
“Agreed.” I wandered into my bedroom to strip along the way to hit the mattress naked. I felt him kneel on the bed nearby. He traced my tattoo on my lower back from where I joined my local cat gang.
“This is new.”
“Yes.” I didn’t want to go into details, given his disapproval of my life with the cats, the gang, what we did, but right now, I just didn’t give a damn. I rested my eyes, closing them against the light.
“What about…” he began to touch on our wild sex on a bike.
“Not now. I must sleep, and you need to, as well. If I wake up in a cage or near your family, I am going to be pissed.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. You helped more than I can say, the mages are saved and returning to the fold. We will figure out how to get the rest later.”
I believed him, given our history and his tendency to be bluntly truthful. He would keep me safe while I slept into the depths. His warm body curled next to mine after several minutes, nude as I before I wandered away into a blissful abyss.
Chapter Eighty
Waking from the rage of the hunt faded back into the world of dreams. I felt the claws out and magic flaring around, Caleb sitting up beside me with his hands glowing with waves of pale-yellow light for
