Page 10 of Cage Me

“Uh.” She wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so damn good. Her brain skittered to a total stop and reverse when his fingers skated across her bare breasts.

“When I find you, I’m going to spend a full complete year worshipping your left nipple. Then the next year I’ll spend on the right one.” He lowered his head and took said left nipple into his mouth.

Azy arched her back, pushing into him. She knew this wasn’t real, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her hands into his hair and held him to her breast.

He licked and nipped and sent zings of pleasure through her body. So much so, that she didn’t even notice his hand creeping between her legs until it brushed across her curls.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes, his hand hovering over her pussy, but not touching. “Let me take care of you Azynsa. Say you want me to.”

Well, that blew the mood. It wasn’t his fault that his choice of words in asking for her consent was the opposite of what she wanted. Consent was sexy as hell, yes. To be taken care of, no.

“No.”

He blinked and then frowned but pulled his hand away. “No?”

“I’ll take care of myself, thanks.”

He grinned and took her words in the dirtiest of possible ways.

And then he was gone.

Azy jerked awake. The walls of her little cave were trembling and she heard the screech of demon dragons getting close.

She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone at her side at times like this.

She huddled into a ball and pushed herself as far into the little space as she could and waited. Either they would find her and kill her, like Fallyn said, or they wouldn’t.

Had Fallyn told them where she was? No. She wouldn’t, she’d been genuinely concerned that they were coming for Azy.

So how had they found her hiding spot now?

Chapter Three

Chp 3 – Jetts and Planes

Anzysa.

He’d seen her, spoken to her, tasted her.

What a beautiful, stubborn ass woman was his mate, and he was a… douchecanoe.

She was his. Of that he was totally sure. The scent of her, the way she arched into his touch. They were going to be mindblowing in bed.

He’d woken up with a hard-on that regardless of how many times he’d tried to take care of it in the shower this morning, was still pressing against his zipper, straining to get out.

He refused to believe his cock was reacting to Portia’s presence, but he wasn’t the only walking hard-on at Seven Pines today. Portia’s allure must be back online after a night of safety and food. She had affected so many of his warriors now that he’d gotten Zon to organize a warrior tournament. Gris hated the idea, but he wasn’t as swayed by the allure as the rest of them. Winner got the chance to woo and feed the lovely Portia.

If and when she delivered Jett.

So far, she wasn’t having any luck.

Cage sat in the comfy chair next the sun lamp where he liked to hang out and read mystery novels. It was the only light on in the office and it still made Portia squint.

She paced back and forth behind his desk, yelling at the phone. Cajoling and pleading hadn’t done a thing so far to convince Jett to even come to Seven Pines, much less help Cage get to hell.

Little fucker.

Portia even turned her allure on Jett to no avail. Although, that last bit had several dragon warriors who were supposed to be guards knocking down the door. Gris was practically beating them all back with a stick.

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