Page 32 of Mysterious Mate

“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.”

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