Page 4 of Cage Me

He wasn't blaming her, never had. It was his own damn fault for getting involved with a succubus in the first place. Well, it was his dick’s fault.

He liked sex just as much as the next dragon, maybe more. Who better at sex than a succubus?

But truth be told, he hadn't been that into it lately. He figured it was just his Prime coming on. Dragons from his generation and the one before him, were well known to be horny little fucks in their younger days, but when they hit around a hundred and fifty and their aging slowed down, so did their libidos. He wasn't really ready to throw in the towel, like Match had.

That guy needed to get laid more than anyone he knew.

Cage’s latest partners hadn't been disappointed, he knew how to make a woman come, screaming his name. He hadn't got off himself in months.

Portia's allure had gotten a rise out of him though. She'd worked her mojo and he'd welcomed it, with open pants.

He'd been so under her spell, that she could have asked for the moon, and he would've flown up to give it to her. But all she asked him for was his soul shard.

Even while he handed it over to her, he knew it was a horrible idea. But, she’d controlled him completely.

Not today.

Cage flipped on the light switch, keeping her as off balance as he could. She preferred the dark.

He preferred to have a soul.

She squeaked and dove under the desk.

“I'm not here to eat you, Portia.” Although she probably would've liked it. “I'm calling in the favor you owe me.”

“I don't know you shit.” Her voice came up from her hiding place.

Cage laughed darkly. That was the most hilarious and horrible thing he’d ever heard. “Oh, I think you do. You me a whole lot more than that. But, I’ve got a deal for you. Do what I ask, and I have something in return for you.”

He kept his tone seductive, doing his best to speak her language. Portia and what was inside her head was his best and only plan to get to hell and back.

“If that something involves chopping off my head, I'll pass, and also, fuck you.”

“I hear you're homeless, without a coven. Not a friend in the world. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone on your side again, Portia?”

Her hand gripped the edge of the desk and her face slowly rose above it. “What are you offering?”

Gotcha.

“You help me find my mate, and you can live here, under my protection. We’ll find a way to feed you in any way you might need.”

It wouldn’t take much of her allure to get most of his dragons to fuck and feed her. Except maybe Gris. He had a particular hard-on for Portia, and not the fun kind.

Portia's face went paler than usual and sunk back down below eye level of the desk. “Why would you do that for me?”

Cage leaned against the desk and crossed one leg over the other as if none of this mattered to him one bit. “You have the key to getting me down to hell.”

“Oh no. I’m not going back there.”

He needed to entice her a little bit more. “I can provide you with everything your coven ever did, and more.”

“I doubt that. Leonard and Geshtianna are very old demons. They’re a lot more powerful than you or any of your dragon buddies.”

Yes, but he had a trump card. “Maybe, but I can give you something they can’t.”

Portia was playing tough, but Cage knew he had her hooked. Her incubus father was powerful, but he’d also banished her. She had nothing, and he was about to offer her everything.

Cage waited patiently for her mind to come to the conclusion all on her own that she had no other choice. Regardless of what he was offering her, it was a better option than life on her own. She knew it and so did he.

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