Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

CAGE

" M ine," he growled possessively, inhaling the sweet aroma of her arousal before nuzzling her sex.

"Cage… Cage, I'm not sure about this."

"Don't worry. I am."

Without a word he lifted each of her legs over his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the dining room table. Her fists gripped the edges as her legs parted even wider for him, exposing her swollen flesh. He smiled. His beautiful human mate was ripe and ready for him. Never again would she pleasure herself unless it was to amuse him. He stared at her pussy, enjoying how wet she was.

Cage meant to show her just how talented his tongue was before he shoved himself deep and took what she'd been offering from almost the moment they met. He meant to make a meal of her honey. He was a bear after all, right? Spreading her legs just a little wider, he made a place for himself, his gaze never leaving her glistening core. His breath tickled her skin, making her quiver. He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, committing her distinctive scent to memory.

Willow arched her back, her anticipation palpable. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, sliding between her folds. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, her body bucking against his mouth.

His tongue was relentless, teasing and probing, finding every sensitive spot. Willow gripped the edge of the table more tightly, her nails digging into the wood as she tried to hold on to her sanity. It wasn't even the time of the rut, but Cage knew she was responding in a way only the most sensual and highly desirable she-bears did. Her body was already burning out of control, and she would know only he could quench that fire. Every thrust of his tongue was an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Cage's fingers joined his tongue, rubbing her clit in time with the tongue spearing her pussy and creating a symphony of sensation. Willow's breath hitched, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she hadn't been the only one who'd wanted it. He needed her in the same way the wildflowers need the rain.

He could feel her nearing the edge, striving to find that pinnacle of desire. Just before she could fly free, he stopped. She was owed a little payback for all her teasing. Her eyes flew open, confusion and need clouding her vision. Cage stood up, smirking at the expression on her face.

"Not as much fun when the shoe is on the other foot, is it?"

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

There was a knock on the door as Jones entered. "Cage?"

"Out," he growled. "Make sure the fucking cameras are off. This is between me and my mate."

"Yes, sir," Jones said respectfully, backing out.

"You shouldn't talk to him like that. He thinks you walk on water."

"I will talk to my men any way I damn well please, and unless we are under attack, which we aren't…"

"You don't know that," she accused. "You sent him out before he had a chance to tell you."

"Oh, but I do. Had we been under attack, he wouldn't have cared what I said or what we were doing. He has one job in case of attack—get you to the safe room and keep you alive. Any deviation from that plan and he'd be lucky if all I did was kill him."

Cage stepped back, unbuckling his belt, opening his fly, and removing his trousers. Willow wasn't the only one who'd gone commando this evening when she'd come to dinner. Locking eyes with her, he reached down and stroked his hard cock, his expression a mix of lust and amusement.

"I'm going to give you what you want, Willow—what you've been asking me for since we arrived." He stepped closer, rubbing the head of his dick over her velvety folds. Nothing had ever felt as soft. "I'm going to fuck what belongs to me."

Without warning he grasped her hips to keep her in place and slammed into her. It didn't matter that he was larger than most or that he'd done very little foreplay with her, he slid into her tight sheath like she'd been made for him.

Willow gasped, her hips bucking upward to meet his downward driving cock. He could tell the sheer force of his entry was both uncomfortable and pleasurable, a sharp reminder of why they craved each other so much—and he did crave her. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her closer as he began to set a rhythm—drawing back, only to slam back in all the way to his hilt.

His thrusts were deep and hard, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them both. She was exquisite, and for the first time in his life he looked forward to the rut. Willow moaned, her body responding to his every move. Her nails dug more tightly into the wood of the table as she tried to hold on to keep herself grounded amidst the maelstrom of sensation.

Above her, Cage's eyes were dark and intense, his expression a perfect reflection. He was sure of what he was feeling: a mixture of lust, possession, and domination. He watched her, his gaze never leaving her face as he continued to fuck her. She might not know it, and they might have to wait for a formal handfasting, but he was claiming her, branding her with his touch.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his voice rough and urgent. "I've wanted you so much."

Cage's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. He could feel his cock swelling and twitching as his balls grew tighter. He was getting closer, and so was she—each movement bringing them both closer to release. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside, wanting and needing to feel him as much as possible.

Her body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over her, crying out as it did so. Cage pounded into her harder, his hips thrusting rapidly, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy. He could feel the pressure building, the tension rising, and he knew he was close.

"Come for me, Willow. Let me feel you come around me."

The words pushed her over the edge as she cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him as she screamed. Her muscles clenched as her pussy pulsed with each contraction. Cage growled, his own release imminent.

With one last hard thrust, he groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed. He ground hard against her, emptying his cum into her. He leaned forward, one hand around the nape of her neck as he leaned on the other. He pulled out slowly as she collapsed back onto the table, panting and exhausted. As they caught their breaths, the air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking.

Without a word, Cage released her and pulled his trousers back on, not bothering to zip them up before he swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the dining room and up the stairs. He moved past her room, kicking open the door to his. He set her on her feet, stripped the robe off her and tipped her back onto the bed, shoving his trousers down and breaching her again with his cock. Willow moaned and held him tight. She might never walk again, but at least she'd be happy.

"Do you have any idea how much I wanted you?" he whispered, his hand reaching for the back of her neck, pulling her forward for a deep, tender kiss.

WILLOW

She'd had her fantasies, but they hadn't even come close. She'd had no clue that the man was a god when it came to sex. He had more stamina, control, and deliciously decadent ideas than she could have ever imagined.

Willow no longer thought about her ex or their non-existent sex life. All she thought about was Cage—pleasing Cage and what Cage might think of next. She was only allowed to touch herself at his direction—pinching her nipples until she was so close she could scream, touching her own clit, wrapping her fingers around it as he stood between her legs, watching her. She was no longer allowed panties and he preferred dresses and skirts to pants. The less she had between his cock and her pussy, the better he liked it. He thought nothing of bending her over whatever was handy, rucking her skirt up out of his way before driving into her until she'd come several times before filling her up—and Willow reveled in it.

Cage made her feel safe, desirable and—dare she dream it—loved. No one on the team seemed to mind, and in fact, it was as if she was now a part of them. She continued with her exhibitionist ways, but now it was only a show for him, and when she went too far and wasn't careful about who could see, he just took care of business regardless of who might be watching.

They didn't spend any time talking about the future as the end of their confinement on the island seemed months away. Willow didn't actually care. As long as she was with Cage, that was all that she needed. He indulged her deepest and wildest fantasies. Cage was relentless and seemingly insatiable. He seemed to understand that she didn't just want to receive pleasure, she wanted to give it. She'd never thought she'd want to give a blowjob, but she now found she could find a kind of solace in taking him in her mouth and sucking him to the point he took over and fucked her mouth. Every night she prayed it would never end.

"All right sleepyhead, up and at 'em," he whispered.

"No," she moaned, pulling away and rolling to her side, hoping he'd change his mind and crawl back into bed with her.

He kissed her shoulder and then nipped it. "Now, Willow," he growled in that tone of voice that spoke to the deepest part of her—a part she'd never known existed until now.

"Why?" she complained.

His hand connected with her ass. "Because I said so. I've been informed that I should be showing you a better time."

Willow rolled back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tell anyone who asks that you're showing me the best time of my life."

Cage smiled down at her, smoothing her hair back. "And you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Now get your sweet little ass in gear."

She fell back as he chuckled and walked away. Getting out of bed, she went into the shower. Standing under the rainfall showerhead, she pushed away the two things she knew without reservation: there was something Cage wasn't telling her, and their time together would soon be drawing to a close. The first was actually something she could live with. The second would wreck her, and she would never be the same. Never truly whole again. But if that was the price she had to pay for this precious time she had left, it was one she would gladly pay.

Once dressed, she pasted a smile on her face and headed downstairs to face whatever he had planned, filled with the certain knowledge their days together were drawing to a close.