Page 40 of Cage Me

Back when she lived in Illinois, she and her friends had hit the mall food court when they were sure they were starving. When she'd first come to live with the mami wata and had to learn how to catch her own dinner, she'd been hungry as as all get out for the first few days. The past weeks spent literally in hell where she'd eaten only a handful of times she was sure she'd learned the true meaning of the word.

None of those experiences with an empty stomach even compared to the deep need and hollowness she felt inside right now.

The moment her brain caught up with her body knowing that they were out of danger, at least for now, and in a safe place, her appetite for all things Cage had exploded.

“The donuts can wait. I can't.” She had no doubt she was not good at flirting. It wasn't like she had a lot of experience at it. Cage standing there slack-jawed was not the response she had been trying to elicit.

He had demonstrated quite a bit that the alpha male part of him ruled his world. Maybe he wasn't used to having a woman come on to him, or initiate sex.

For one fleeting moment she worried that she had it all wrong and Cage didn't want her that way.

Nah. She knew an erection when she felt one in his pants.

Azy tugged Cage to her and cupped his cheek and chin intending to pull him in for a kiss. That would leave little doubt in his mind what she wanted. It wasn't like she was hinting at getting busy with him in the first place, but sometimes guys were dumb and needed it spelled out for them. She would spell it in body language.

“I thought you were hungry.” His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes.

She had to give him a lot of credit for trying to keep it in his pants when he thought she wanted him to. “I am, for you.”

“Are you sure? Jada does make really good doughnuts, and I'm sure you didn't exactly get three square meals a day down in hell.”

She wanted to kiss him just for trying to be a good guy. She was going to kiss him because if she didn't he was never going to shut up. Azy licked her lips and loved how his eyes were fixated on her mouth.

“A minute ago you couldn't keep your hands or your tongue off of me. Where did that dragon go? Because, he's the one I was hoping to drag into the spring over there and have my way with.” She brushed her thumb across his lips, playing with the bottom one. He had such a sensual mouth and she planned to enjoy having it all over her body.

Cage’s face finally went from from wide-eyed and good guy to bedroom eyes and the dirty dragon she couldn't wait to get to know.

“Oh, he's right here. Ready and waiting for your dining pleasure.” Cage slid his hand over hers and lifted her palm to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss there and then another to her wrist, nibbling at the sensitive skin above her pulse. “Mmm, I love the flavor of you. I can hardly wait to taste your sweet pussy.”

Well, that escalated fast.

“Come on, I'm sure I actually taste whole lot like dirt and brimstone. Let's go get naked and that water over there.”

He laughed and lifted her into his arms again.

“I'm not going to spontaneously burst into my tail again, you don't have to carry me.” Shut up, mouth. Azy was secretly loving being picked up and carried by him. The feminist part of her brain said he was being a he-man and she should show him his place, beside her not above her. The sexual, sensual siren part of her said just because he was being all dominant alpha male, that didn't mean he was a misogynistic asshole. Just a really strong one who also happen to want to get naked.

Girls like Azy didn't get picked up and carried around. Not by any of the men in her human life anyway. The mermen she'd met so far were not the best at wooing. Most of them hadn't wanted anything to do with her.

Screw them all, because she was very happy being carried around and turned on by it.

She wiggled her toes in anticipation as Cage waded into the water. Later, she would take a good long swim around this little spring in her full mermaid form. Right now, she needed legs. So, she could spread them. For him.

As soon as he got in waist deep, she wriggled out of his arms and slid down his body. The water was cool and comfortable, just the right temperature. Cage’s skin was scorching under her touch. Azy scooped up handfuls of the water and poured them over his chest, tracing the streams with her fingers all the way down to his belt.

“You're wearing too many clothes. Let's get these off of you.” She wanted to take her time stripping him. Before she could even say – take off your belt – Cage was out of his pants and had thrown them over his shoulder.

“Now is the one with too many clothes on?” He eyed the top of her shirt. “How attached are you to this outfit?”

“They are not even mine. Fallyn gave them to me. I'm not that used to wearing clothes anymore, mermaids don't have extensive wardrobes.” In fact, these were the first clothes she'd worn in years.

“Good, then you will mind if I do this.” Cage extended one of his dragon claws and sliced the leather of her shirt right down the middle. He pushed the material over her arms and into the water

“I have been looking forward to doing this since that dream we had.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth to one of her nipples, flicking his tongue across it, before sucking it into his mouth.

Zings of arousal pulsated through her with each lick and suck. They went straight to her center and she wanted her stupid pants off now.

“Cage, I’m still wearing my pants. Let’s get rid of them.”

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