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.”
“Open your eyes and say the words. I need to hear them.”
She sucked in a deep breath and stared up at him. “Fuck me, Cage. I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me fast and hard. I want you.”
Yes.
He thrust all the way into her, his mind on overload from her words and the way her body gripped him.
“Oh, god. Yes. Fuck me, Cage. Fuck me.” Azy threw her head back and moaned.
He gripped her hair and brought her face back to him. When she was looking him in the eye again he withdrew a few centimeters and then pushed back in, even deeper.
Her muscles clenched around him each time he thrust in and out of her, making her channel tighter with each second.
“Cage, oh. More. Fuck me harder. I need more.”
The sun beat down on his skin, it threw a million sparkles across the water, and even its warmth and beautry were nothing compared to being inside Azy. He picked up his pace, slamming into her, never taking his eyes off of hers.
He never experienced this sort of intensity with any other partner. It was as if they could feel each other, driving them each higher and higher.
“Make me come again, please. I’m so close.”
Her words pushed him so damn close to coming himself, he had to grit his teeth no hold back. He propped himself on one arm and reached under her ass with the other, angling her hips up.
Her new position let him sink even deeper inside of her.
She blinked several times and her eyes drifted shut.
“Come for me, love. Give me your eyes, let me see you when you come for me.”
He felt her cunt spasm around him and her hips jerked.
“Look at me, Azynsa. I want to see into your soul. I want to know you are mine.”
She squeezed her eyes tight and then pulled them open for him, at exactly the moment the orgasm washed over her, took her.
The beauty of her coming for him and only him pushed him into oblivion and he sank deep inside of her, his cock spilling his seed into her for what seemed like eternity.
He sank down, knowing he had to be crushing her under his body. In a second, when he found himself again, he’d move. When he pulled away, she groaned and kept his body held to hers with her arms and legs.
“Not yet. Don’t go yet.” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his head to her neck and nibbled along her mark.
“Mmm. That feels good.”
“Taste good too. Even better than Jada’s donuts.”
She giggled. “Why’d you have to go and mention food? Always making me choose between my two appetites.”
“So, you have an appetite for me, do you?” He teased, but like wanting to hear her say she wanted him inside of her, he needed to know she needed him.
What a big baby he was being.
Never the less, he would make her say it again and again.
“I think you know I do. But, I wouldn’t say no to some food right about now.”
“I’ll have to get up, if you want me to feed you.”
“Just one more minute. I like the feel of you on top of me like this, inside me.”
Fuck. Yeah.
“Say many more things like that and we’ll start this whole thing over again.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“That’s not a very good threat. What if I want to do it again? Hmm? Did you think of that?”
He would never stop thinking of it. “Yes, love. I promise to fuck you all you want. But, first let’s get you fed.”
She groaned when he finally pulled out of her and he was sorry to see her close her legs. Immediately she rolled off the rock they were on and splashed into the water. The golden scales of her tail shimmered just under the surface.
He watched her swim a few circles around the rocks before coming back up. She was relaxed and happy. In her element.
“I’ll race you back to the shore.”
“I don’t think my doggy paddle will beat you.”
“I’ll do the swimming. You fly.”
That he could do. He shifted into his dragon, stretching his wings wide before jumping into the air and gliding over the water. Azy zipped along under the surface, her hair unfurling into long curls that wound down her back.
He hadn’t realized she even had so much hair. It had been wrapped up in a tight bun of some sort at the base of her neck the entire time.
Cage landed on the ground, letting the water ripple over his talons and waited for her to come out of the water. And waited.
She was there, a meter away searching for something on the sandy bottom. He shifted into human form, ready to wade back into the water and help her. Sunlight glinted off of her mirror and when she saw it, she grabbed it, surfacing.
“I meant to give that to you as a gift. I didn’t realize it was already yours. Something compelled me to get it from one of my lairs before I left for Africa. Probably the influence of the White Witch.”
Azy held the mirror against her chest. “I’ve had dreams of this mirror since I was little. Some where my mother gazed into it. Some where it was hidden in a dark place. Once with the face of a dragon in it.”
She smiled up at him and walked out of the water. The water ran off her naked body in rivulets and he instantly wanted her all over again. “God, your beautiful.”
Her laugh went straight to his cock.
“That’s the sex talking. I’m average looking at best. My boobs are too small, my butts too big, and I can’t do a damn thing with my hair when it’s drying like this.” She set the mirror down and swirled her hair back into the knot it had been in before. “Girls back home hated to get their hair wet. I hate it when mine is dry.”
Cage put his hand over hers. “Leave it down. It’s beautiful. Your boobs and butt are fucking perfect.”
“Wait till you see the other Mami Wata and then tell me what you think.” She huffed, but she did let her hair dangle down her back.
“I’ve only got eyes for you, babe.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but he saw the smile she tried to hide. He would have to tell her a whole lot more how stunning she was to him and work on that reaction.
“Aw, crap. What are we going to do for clothes? I am not meeting the other dragons and their mates naked. It’s bad enough Ky Puru has seen me that way and not I have to face him knowing he has.”
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sp; Cage didn’t want to be jealous. Ky had a mate that he was very much in love with, but if he could pluck that particular memory, of being in hell with Azy, naked apparently, he would.
“You won’t have to. Those were on the shore when I landed.” Two piles of clothes. A golden dress with sparkling beads dangling from it and a t-shirt and jeans for him.
“Toga lady?”
“I think so.”
She picked up the dress, held it out, and slipped it over her head.
Cage almost ripped it right back off of her. It fit her perfectly, hugging those curves immaculately, yet flowing around her. The way the beads fell and shimmered, it appeared as though she was wearing his scales.
He was buying her an entire wardrobe made out of the exact same material, all his gold coloring, when they got back to The Lindens. He could take her shopping in Amsterdam, or pop over to London or Paris if she wanted. All he knew was that he wanted to see her in, and later out of, that color dress every day for the rest of his life.
“Why are you looking at me like that. Is this dress to tight? Does it make my butt look big?” Azy turned around and smoothed the material over her ass.
He grabbed her around the waist and joined her in rubbing his hand up and down her plump bum. “It makes you and your butt look amazing. So hot I want to take it back off you and fuck you six ways till Wednesday.”
“Oh,” she said. “Only six ways? I thought you’d be more creative than that.”
Azy walked off in the direction the women had dragged Ninsy, with a definite extra sway in her hips.
It took him a second to quit staring, put his own clothes on and follow her. When he caught up, he slid his hand into hers and walked with her into the camp.
Jakob and Ky were there, looking at some sort of map, and Ciara and Jada were lounging in chairs with fruity umbrella drinks. Ciara pulled her sunglasses down and watched the two of them approach. She threw piece of pineapple at Jakob.
Jakob turned just in time to catch the fruit in his mouth. He chewed and then said, “Cage. You dumb bastard. We were about to launch a rescue mission to come after you.”
Ky slapped him on the back. “Bro, you’re a fucktard. But, I see you found your mate.”
He smiled over at Azy and gave her a salute. “Azynsa. Good to see you alive and well. Your sisters have been worried.”
“Thank you, Ky Puru. I’m anxious to see them.”
Jada cleared her throat behind them.
“Right. Sorry as we left you down there, wahine. Jett assured us you weren’t there. Should have known better than to believe a rogue like him.”
“Where are Jett and Fallyn?” Azy looked around the campsite.
Ciara came up and handed Azy a drink and a smile. “Ninsy’s taken Fallyn to her tent to calm down. She was damn spitting mad. I wanted to help, but she kept yelling weird things at me and throwing daggers at Jakob.”
Azy wrapped her arms around herself. “She’s had a rough life.”
“Ky filled us in. We promised her no dragons would touch her before she let Ninsy take her anywhere. I took her some food. Oh, I bet you’re starving too. Come on. I’ve got a spread in our tent.”
The women led Azy away.
“Love, I’ll come find you in a few minutes. I want to fill the other Wyverns in on some of what we learned.” They needed to be prepared for the Black Dragon’s retribution for kidnapping Fallyn. Cage didn’t want Azy feeling any guilt over that action. She was right to want to help the woman, even if he didn’t fully understand why she’d wanted to.
As soon as she was out of earshot, he turned to Ky and Jakob. “We’ve got a problem.”
Chapter Twelve
Chp 12 – Soulfull
D ear God, there was something about these donuts filled every emptiness in Azy's body and soul. But, only until she was done eating. She'd had a half a dozen of them at least already and she was still hungry. That's what came of only eating scraps for weeks on end, and apparently hanging out with a succubus who knew how to bake.
Cage had gone off to talk to some other dragon warriors who had come down to Africa to mount a rescue mission, including Ky Puru, who was definitely not dead.
He’d left her to eat with these women. They had filled her in on both of their matings and how Cage’s shard had ended up down in hell without him. They were well beyond introductions now and had moved on to serious girl talk.
Azy hadn't been entirely comfortable with their line of questioning, but Ciara had wrapped an arm around her and suddenly she had opened right up like they were all old friends.
“You only had sex with him once, just this morning?” Ciara blinked at her like that was completely outside the realm of possibilities.
“No. There wasn’t exactly a good time or place…in hell.”
Ciara shook her head. “I mean, I just can’t believe you were able to keep your hands to yourself around him. I wanted to jump Jakob’ s bones the second I met him. Although, we didn’t actually do anything until he marked me.”
“Same. I had my tongue down Ky’s throat about ten seconds after we met.” Jada waggled her eyebrows and bit into another donut. “Then there was that whole period where he pissed me off, and then we had lots of sex.”
Ciara nodded. “Oh, right. I think it’s obligatory for them to make us mad first. It’s like part of the ritual or something. Fleur got so irritated with Steele, that’s Jakob’s second, that she made him sleep in a cold bathtub.”
Jada laughed. “Ky would probably love that. Get him anywhere near water and he turns into a complete horndog. I can’t even do dishes at the shop without him trying to get in my pants.”
“Tell me about it. Our bedroom is practically its own state park.”
“So, their element gets them turned on?” Cage’s powers lay in the sun and sky. How was that going to work when she was not only a mermaid, but had a new found ability to ask the water to do what she wanted?
“Yeah. I imagine a gold dragon would make bed of clouds or something.”
Azy had better get over her fear of heights real fast. “Did either of you ever question whether this whole mating thing was real? If your mate was really the right one?”
She wanted to take the words back as soon as they were out of her mouth. What a stupid question. Of course not. Look at how happily in love and lust they both were with their dragons.
Ciara snort laughed. “Oh, god yes.”
What?
“Who has ever heard of a super hot, studly dragon shifter falling in love with a chubby wedding planner? I certainly hadn’t. At least you two knew dragons even existed. I was a plain old human who thought magic was only in the movies until recently.”
Jada poured them all more coffee. “I’m pretty sure I tried to talk Ky out of being anywhere near me. Demons don’t even mate.”
“But, the White Witch is like a Russian babushka when it comes to match making. You gotta do what she says and trust her.”
“Who’s that?”
“You know, the lady in white who gave you your necklace.”
Azy reached for where the shard used to hang around her neck and shook her head. She glanced over to the other women’s necks. They both wore shards. One green and one blue.
“You probably didn’t realize it was her. I got mine at a flea market. Fleur thought her mother left hers for her.” Ciara tapped her lips. “Let me think if I got a vision of yours. Part of my gifts makes me connected to the other mates. What did your necklace look like?”
Despite whatever calming magic Ciara was using, something uncomfortable formed in Azy’s throat. Like she’d swallowed too big a bite of donut, and it was lodged just above her esophagus. “I don’t have a necklace.”
Ciara exchanged a look with Jada that Azy didn’t miss for even a second. “Well, um. You probably didn’t need one because you already had Cage’s soul shard.”
“Yeah. That’s probably it.” Or she wasn’t Cage’s mate at all.
“So, tell
us about the woman Jett brought up? Is she really the one who almost killed Match?” Ciara very adeptly changed the subject.
“Match is the Red Dragon Wyvern?”
The women nodded.
Ninsy, the gold toga wearing woman, had assured Azy that she would take care of Fallyn. That it was her duty.
“I couldn’t leave her down there, not after what I saw her father do to her.”
“I don't understand how the Black Dragon has a daughter.” Jada picked up another donut, covered in sprinkles and took a bite. “Or how he's kept her secret for so long. I thought Leon knew everything that went on in the demon world.”
Little snowflakes flurried in the air at the top of the tent. Ciara stood and paced back and forth. “Yeah, but he didn't seem to know what Portia was up to either.”
That statement seemed to make Jada sad. She flicked the sprinkles off of her doughnut. The snow over Ciara's head melted and raindrops smacked her in the face. She threw her hands up in the air and then wiped them away. “I'm sorry Jada. I know she is your half-sister. I just feel a little protective over Cage. He was the first dragon who was nice to me.”
That was interesting. Had anything gone on between Ciara and Cage?
She was certainly pretty enough. A blonde curvy bombshell much more suited to Cage’s movie star good looks.
Ciara turned suddenly and frowned at Azy. “You don't have anything to worry about with Cage and other women. Not that I would ever cheat on Jakob, but even if someone was looking, Cage is head over heels, or rather head over tail, in love with you.”
Okay. “I didn't say anything. Are you psychic?”
“No. I have the ability to sense emotions. Your jealousy and worry practically smacked me in the face.”
“I hate it when she does that.” Jada smiled at her.
“Sorry. I'm still kind of new to the whole white witch thing. I didn't even know dragons existed until Jakob kidnapped me.”
A cool breeze moved through the tent and a swirl of beautiful white light swished into the room and concentrated itself near the doughnuts. Azy blinked and then instead of light, a beautiful woman with long flowing hair almost as dark as hers and a white dress was sitting next to Jada. She picked up a doughnut and a cup of coffee floated into her hand. She dumped the doughnut as if she had been sitting with them the whole time.