Page 43 of Cage Me

Her eyes were closed, and her chest still heaved from her last orgasm. A fantastic glow had spread across her entire body, a golden sheen, that shimmered along with the dragon tattoo across her neck and shoulder.

He’d been too busy licking and sucking and fucking to notice that the dragon’s tail swirled down the left side of her chest and wrapped perfectly around her perky little tit.

The mark he’d given her was claiming her body as much as he was. Cage traced the outline, circling her rosy brown skin of her areola, swirling his way to nipple.

It perked up the second his fingers floated over it. This was why he was into smaller breasted women. So damn sensitive and responsive to his touch.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever been with. He couldn’t stop touching her. The contrast between his skin and hers spiked his arousal even higher.

His cock was screaming at him to slam inside of her, ride her hard and fast and join her in that state of blissful oblivion. What an asshole that would make him.

No, he’d make this really fucking good for her, making sure she came again and again before he did. That wasn’t out of some sort of magnanimous generous lover thing either. No. He wanted Azy to crave him and his touch as much as he needed hers.

Because he was a selfish bastard.

For hundreds of years he didn’t even venture to think he would have a true mate, one who owned his soul. He’d never admit to anyone how fucking jealous he’d been of Jakob when Ciara showed up.

Seeing the two of them fall for each other had been enough to drive him into the arms of the succubus who’d stolen his soul.

A soul shard could never be taken. Only given.

Yeah, he’d pretended it was about proving his virility, that coming into his Prime hadn’t robbed him of his sex drive like it did a generation of dragons before him.

That was all a big honking lie he’d told himself.

He’d gone looking for someone who lit up his life like Ciara had for Jakob. Wanted so badly for the something extra Portia had been able to give him that no other woman had.

He’d wanted her to be the one so much, that he would have given up that piece of his soul even if she hadn’t asked.

How he had ever thought the simple allure of a succubus was anything compared to the way he felt about Azynsa was an absolute joke, and not a funny one.

He certainly wasn’t going to admit, was having a hard time even thinking about, that there was even the slightest possibility she wouldn’t want him back.

They were certainly mismatched. She was afraid of heights and he longed to be in the sky. She needed the water to live, and he was good being in it only about up to his waist and even at that, he’d prefer it to be in a hot tub. Walking her into the spring had pushed the limits of his comfort zone.

Had the Fates made a mistake? Had the White Witch and the First Dragon chosen her for him, but not him for her?

Could they be so cruel?

Even if they were, Cage would do everything in his power to make Azy his for as long as he could. He would savor every moment with her.

“Love, open your eyes. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

She stretched her neck to the side and grinned. Her eyelashes fluttered and her gorgeous honey-colored eyes looked up at him with satisfaction pouring out of them.

“About damn time,” she said. Then she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs and her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

No, the fates were wrong if they didn’t fully believe this woman was his, and he was hers.

Cage suckled Azy’s tongue into his mouth and pushed his hips forward. Her heat called to his cock. He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance.

“Tell me you want me inside of you, Azy.”

“I’ve been saying that for while.”

He pushed the very tip of his cock into her tight cunt. God, she felt so fucking good already. “Say it, love. Say you want my cock in your pussy.”

Her eyes closed again and she moved her hips, trying to get him to thrust into her. “I do.”

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