Page 39 of Mysterious Mate

“I do. I swear I had no idea.”

“We’re supposed to be in this together. How am I supposed to trust you if you’re keeping secrets from me?"

Cage’s shoulders sagged, his eyes flashing momentary regret. "I get it. I made a mistake. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry, Willow."

She stood there looking at him. For Cage to have made that concession had cost him. Willow took a deep breath, her anger slowly dissipating into a heavy sadness. She wanted to stay mad at him, but she also knew this was not the time or place to hash this all out. “Now what?”

“That’s up to you.”

"I need some time to process all of this," she said quietly.

Cage nodded, his expression earnest. "Take all the time you need. I’m here for you, Willow, and if you’ll let me, I’ll make it up to you. I promise."

Willow looked at him, her emotions still swirling, but she knew she loved him. It didn’t matter about his being a bear. She loved him and that trumped everything else.

"I’m sorry," Cage said quietly. "I should have told you the truth from the beginning."

Willow shook her head. "Yes, you should have. You were trying to protect me. I understand that now."

Cage looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I won’t keep any more secrets from you. I promise."

Willow smiled weakly, feeling the weight of the day settle over her. "I have a way for you to make it up to me," she said with a teasing voice as she walked out onto the balcony of their bedroom, which overlooked the command center and the beach that lay beyond.

“Is that so?" he said with a smirk as he followed her outside, his groin snugging up to her ass like she had been made for him. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting against her ear.

Cage’s hand snaked down her spine, tracing every vertebra until he removed the blanket from around her naked body. Stopping there, he teasingly ran his fingers along the curves of her ass and down the cleft while the warm breeze danced all around them. With a devilish grin, she could feel and not see, he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, trailing tiny wisps of hot breath across her skin.

“So, you want to play, do you? I guess you’re owed that,” he rumbled, the sound of his voice feeling as though it permeated her skin.

The cool afternoon breeze hit Willow as she stood there, naked where anyone at the right angle could see her clearly; and from certain angles, they would be able to tell what Cage was up to. He took hold of her hips to keep her in place. Her heart raced not only from the thrill of anticipation but also from exhilaration.

She felt his hands slip around to the front before sliding down, his thumbs brushing against the folds of her sex, tracing circles around the dampness between her legs as his other hand came back up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and thumb. The scent of sea salt mixed with his dried sweat from the battle filled her nostrils as he leaned in closer to kiss and nip at her neck again. She leaned back into him, reveling in the way he handled her as a finger slipped into her core; just one at first, then another. Moaning louder, she closed her eyes as he began to slip inside her, his fingers finding her g-spot.

"God, I love how hot you get for me," came his rough whisper in her ear.

His other hand teased just the edge of her other nipple before flicking it gently. A shiver ran through Willow as he pulled his hand back just a bit before adding another finger and plunged back in, stretching her out and hitting that sweet spot deep inside her over and over again.

Trying to stifle a moan, Willow pressed back against him, desperate for more even as his thumb circled around her clit faster and faster. His hips ground into hers as if he pushed much harder he’d be inside her where she wanted him.

"Fuck..." she panted softly as he picked up the pace even more, each thrust deeper than the last.

Her hands gripped the railing harder for support as he began to whisper dirty little nothings in Latin into her ear, making her even wetter than before.

Cage reached down and pinched her clit, rubbing it gently and Willow thought she might come right then and there. But no, he pulled away slowly, trailing his wet fingertips across her clit and upward before she heard the sound of the zipper to his fly open. He liked to fuck her when she was naked and he wasn’t. She held back a gasp as the blunt head of his cock found her slit and teased her.

His cock pressed into her, hard and ready against her already aching entrance.

"Oh fuck yeah," he murmured as he slowly slid into her.

Oh my god.

Her stomach clenched at the size of him. She would have thought she’d be used to it by now, but she wasn’t. Cage began to move in deep slow strokes. His lips trailed hot kisses along her neck and shoulders, making her whole body shudder. As he picked up the pace, his hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her close with each thrust that pushed him deeper inside.

Willow arched her back, feeling him hit that spot inside her again and again...fuck! The orgasm built until she was barely hanging on.

She gasped as he grabbed her breast roughly, massaging the hardened nipple between his fingers. He bit down on her earlobe gently before whispering, "You're so fucking wet for me...you like this big cock?"

She nodded frantically as he pulled out slightly then plunged back in deeper than before, bottoming out before waiting a moment. The feel of his beard scraping lightly against her neck, making goosebumps break out over her skin.

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