“Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. I’m fucking close, but there is no way I’m coming until you do again.”
“Make me, dirty dragon.”
Ooh. That glint in his eye told she was in trouble now. The best kind of trouble.
Cage pulled out of her and flipped her around, so she was facing the rocks. “Put your hands on them and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Cage was the only person who she’d ever let boss her around like that. She secretly loved when he took charge and got all dominant and alpha on her. He enjoyed their roles just as much when she wasn’t completely submissive to him. Her dragon loved a challenge.
“Make me.”
He rumbled low and pressed his body up to her back, grabbing her wrists and shoving her hands flat against the rocks, caging her in with his arms and chest. “Naughty mermaid. Now, show me that juicy ass of yours.”
She wiggled her butt against his erection and in response he leaned in and bit her shoulder, right at the mark. That shot spikes of pleasure through her. He bit and suckled as he slid into her pussy from behind and began fucking her hard. She’d pushed him into claiming her again and she reveled in his possession of her, the recreation of that bond between them.
Soon she was gasping for breath and moaning uncontrollably. “Come on, Cage. Explode for me. Make me—”
He gave her on final nip on her neck and then lifted his head and whispered in her ear. “Oh, I’ll make you come.”
His hand slid over her ass and he pressed a finger into her tight ring of muscles, thrusting in and out in time to his cock in her pussy. She cried out and her body burst into an intense climax.
Cage roared and pushed into her pussy as far as he could go, spilling himself deep in her body. They stayed locked together floating in the bliss they’d brought each other until Cage picked her up and carried her to the shore. He settled them under a tree, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her hair.
“I didn’t mean to be so rough, love. Are you okay?”
Uh. Duh. She was great, and she loved when he lost his control like that, lost himself in the moment. “It was perfect. I’m pregnant, but I’m still the tough girl from Chicago who knows how to punch a lionfish in the face. You won’t break me, Cage.”
He laughed. “Not a shark?”
“No, they’re like big dumb meat-eating cows that happen to have sharp teeth. They’ve got a bad rep is all. But lionfish are stuck-up nasty little mother-fuckers who will sting you out of spite.”
“Aww, that mouth.” He kissed her until she was ready to get busy with him again.
But first, while she had him all relaxed and pliant, she wanted to know about that ring…and why he’d avoided the subject.
“You want some more fun, big guy, first you tell me about the ring.”
Cage pursed his lips together making a face at her.
She knew how to make him talk. Droplets of water clung to her skin and she swirled her fingers through them, gathering the water and wet first one nipple, then the other. Cage’s scowl turned to interest at the way she was playing with herself, and he reached for her.
“You tell me about the ring, and I’ll do more than play with my nipples for you.”
He chuckled and cupped her breasts in his hands over hers anyway. “The witch must mean the Wyvern mate’s ring. But I don’t understand how she would know about that. Only Wyverns and their mates have ever had access to those rituals.”
She slipped her hands from his and pressed her fingers against his chest. “What rituals?”
“It’s something from long ago, and all of us had forgotten about it except for Match. Until Ciara showed up.”
Ciara had been the first mate of a dragon in almost six-hundred years. She was a really nice woman, if a little pushy about wanting to plan a wedding for Azy and Cage. She, nor Jada, the Blue Dragon Wyvern’s mate had mentioned a ritual. “Go on.”
Cage looked out at the ocean. “Just who is this Senora Boh? Where did you meet her?”
Wow. He really didn’t want to talk about this. She’d let him continue to avoid for now because if there was something he didn’t want to tell her, it had to be a big deal. They were open with each other and he’d eventually tell her once he figured out how. “She said you wouldn’t remember her.”
“I don’t know that woman. What if she was sent by Geshtianna or the Black Witch?”
“Sweetheart. She’s been nothing but kind and helpful. Besides, she said she was the midwife who helped your mother when you were born. She said she’s been at all the Wyvern’s births.”
