She felt him run his hand up her back and grip her hair hard in his massive fist.
Then he too sank his fangs into her skin.
She let out a moan and pulled her fangs free from his skin, licking the wound she caused closed.
He kept pulling at her blood in small delicate pulls and she felt strong from his blood and knew his vampire needed this.
That she could sustain him and his blood could do the same.
She didn’t have a full vampire inside her, but his blood called to her like hers did to him.
When he let her skin go, he looked up at her, his fangs still dripping a few droplets of her blood.
He licked them free and his eyes had a red sheen behind them.
*I love the taste of you. All over.*
She knew she was dazed, “I love you too.”
His eyes went hot, *You are my mate. Finally. My monster has longed for you for years. I will never take that for granted. We will always protect you, love you and be the man you have always deserved.*
She smiled up at him, “Your monster. Cage. I love him. And you. He isn’t a monster. Just different. There isn’t anything wrong with that.”
*I love you. Have since we were kids. And it won’t change. You are mine. My mate. My love. My entire universe.*
She looked up at him, “I love you.”
He adjusted her in his arms and sank his cock into her wet heat.
She let out a moan, and he lifted her up, and down on his cock, setting a pace that made her throw her head back as he sank himself inside her, deeper, harder.
The noises that came from them were wet, and scandalous.
It was heady and she yearned for more. For the orgasm that was bearing down on her.
He licked at the mark he left on her neck and she felt a shiver run through her body and it felt like that mark was attached to her clit.
It felt like he was licking her clit and sucking on it and she cried out as he sucked on her mark hard, and she shattered in his arms and he kept pumping in and out of her, dragging her orgasm out longer.
It felt so good, and when he let out a soft groan, that sounded like the sound was dragged over broken glass, it made her clit throb again, and then he was coming inside her.
The wet heat filled her, making her want every last drop.
When he collapsed against the wall, he turned so he didn’t crush her and panted against her hair.
He lifted his head, *I hope it’s always like this.*
She gave a soft laugh, “I have a feeling it will.”
He walked with her in his arms and his cock buried deep inside her still and laid them both in his bed.
He lifted up on his arms, and looked down at her and she ran her fingers over his skin.
Feeling the raised scars there and letting him know with touch that she loved him and the scars on his skin.
She looked up at his face and cupped it, and ran her fingers gently down his throat, and he lifted his head to let her explore him.
She leaned up, kissing his throat, sucking on the skin lightly and then licking the spot she made.
His vocal cords vibrated under her touch and he let out small noises as she did so, and his hips started moving, making his still hard cock to move inside her.
She moaned, still sensitive from her orgasms from earlier and kept sucking and biting at his throat, wanting him to know just how much she loved him.
When she licked the mark she had made with her fangs, it was his turn to shudder and then his hand was in her hair, and he fisted it in his huge hand.
Pulling her head away from his neck and then his mouth was on hers.
It was messy and sloppy and his fangs were huge in his mouth as he tried to be gentle, but she didn’t want him to be gentle.
She pushed at his shoulders and he rolled them over in a swift move and she dug her fingers into his chest as she started to rock on top of his cock.
He let her hair go and he ran his hands down her body, lifting her breasts and biting and sucking at her nipples.
She held his mouth to her as he did so, unable to stop moving her hips. Needing the friction he could give her.
She felt his fangs bite into the flesh on the underside of her breast and she called out his name, and rode him harder.
He pulled his fangs free from her breast and held her hips in his hands and moved her on him faster, like he was using her for his pleasure.
She was moaning, rubbing her clit with her fingers, needing to come, again.
And then he sucked on her neck, nuzzling the spot with the tip of his fangs, and she came so hard she saw stars, and he held her to him, jacking himself off with her pussy until his eyes rolled back in his head and she felt the warmth of his release flood her.
She collapsed on his chest and panted, blinking the blackness away that had come when she did.
His arms came around her and he held her to him. *That was intense.*
She gave a breathless laugh, “Didn’t we just finish doing that?”
He chuckled in her head and she shut her eyes, loving the sound.
*I guess we are making up for lost time.*
She turned her head and locked eyes with him. “I hope you don’t feel guilty. It wasn’t easy, yes. And there were days I wanted to throttle you to get you to see me. We are here now though. I’m in your arms. That’s all that matters to me.”
His eyes went soft, and he cupped her face, running his thumb over her cheek, *I have always seen you Wren. Even when you didn’t know it.*
“What do you mean?”
His cheeks went red, *I used to sit outside your window in that big tree. I can’t tell you how many times I slept out there.*
She sat up, feeling his cock slip free from her body, “You came to my house? And slept outside? Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head, *I’m not. I couldn’t stay away from you. I had to be close to you, even though I couldn’t touch you.*
He tried to grab for her and she shook her head and got off the bed, “Whoa. Nope. No. Did you see me change? Watch me while I was naked?”
He shook his head, *I always gave you your privacy. Except once.*
He winced and she put her hands on her hips, feeling his cum slide down her legs, “When was that?”
He sat up, his face showing remorse and he looked scared. *Um. A few weeks ago. You, um, had your phone out and it had pictures of me on it. You, um.* He coughed silently, *You touched yourself.*
Her jaw dropped open, “You saw that? You saw me? You’re dead serious aren’t you?”
He looked sheepish and chagrined, and nodded. *I didn’t mean to stay, I just couldn’t look away. There was the girl of my dreams, touching herself to pictures of me. I never thought in a million years you would be attracted to me like I am to you.*
He started to get up and she shook her head, “Nope. You stay right there. I need a second. I can’t believe this. Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed.”
Cage stood, but kept his distance like she asked, *I didn’t mean to hurt you Wren. I just had to tell you. Don’t be embarrassed. You are my every thought. My dreams are filled with you and have been since I was five. You were my friend first, and then you were my saving grace while I was in the hospital. I kept my thoughts always on you. After I was changed, I knew that I was too scarred, too different and too damaged to ever be with you. So even though I wanted a future with you and knew you were supposed to be, I had to let those dreams die. You were perfect. So beautiful and full of life, and I was darkness and anger. I couldn’t taint you with who I was now. And I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want any pain to come your way, but I know I was an idiot and it did anyway.*
He dropped to his knees in front of her, naked. His eyes pleading with her and he reached one hand out to her, *I would only allow myself to sit outside your house. To keep my imaginings to myself that we could be together. That you accepted me for me. I always thought it was a fantasy. A dream. One that could never become real. What woman in he
r right mind would want a fucked up monster like me? So when I saw the pictures you had on your phone of me, I was so shocked I couldn’t move. And then you started to touch yourself and it was physically impossible for me to move. I was so riveted to that spot it would have taken a bulldozer and a stick of dynamite to get me to move. I’m sorry for invading your privacy like that. For hurting you because of it. I never wanted that. I just didn’t want to keep this from you.*
She turned her back on him, unsure of what to think. On the one hand, it was incredibly violating. He watched her at a vulnerable time and hadn’t left. And on the other hand, it was so hot to imagine that he was so turned on by her touching herself that he couldn’t move if he wanted to.
She bit her lip, wanting to be angry with him, but knew if she had the chance, she would have watched him do the same.
Hell, she had an entire photo album of him doing mundane things. If she had seen him touching himself, she would have recorded it and kept it in her lady spank bank.
It would have been the most watched video in her phone and she had to clench her thighs together just thinking about it.
She couldn’t blame him. Or be angry with him.
Turning back around, she hated the sight before her.
Cage was still on his knees, his hands were on the ground, clenched there and his shoulders were slumped.
His head was down and his eyes were shut, and he had them clenched tightly too.
He was swallowing hard, over and over, and he looked like he was mouthing something.
She watched his lips and saw him repeat, “She will leave. Let her leave. Don’t chase her down. Just let her have her space. You can be strong enough to let her go.”
She felt her face fall, and she walked over to where he was and cupped his face in her hands.
He still had his eyes clenched shut, and she leaned forward and kissed him softly.
He opened his eyes like he was shocked and she hated the pain in his depths.
He looked up at her and stayed completely still.
“I don’t like what you did, but I don’t fault you for it. If I was in the same position I wouldn’t have looked away either. I’m not angry. I was just shocked. And embarrassed. But you love me. And I love you. I probably have done much worse than you ever could.”
Chapter Fourteen
Wren
She didn’t want to do this, but he had bared his soul to her and she would do the same.
He raised one eyebrow and she rolled her eyes, “You saw my phone. I have so many pictures of you. And videos. And I’m not ashamed to say I look at those all the time.”
His eyebrows drew together, *What kind of videos?*
She huffed, “Alright, if I show you, you do not get to make fun of me.”
He shook his head, *You heard my deep dark secrets Wren. Nothing you do could ever make me make fun of you.*
She walked over to her phone and shut her eyes for a heartbeat, fighting her embarrassment and then handed it to him.
He looked down at it and she huffed, “The code is your birthday.”
His eyebrows shot up and he unlocked her phone to see her background was a picture she had photoshopped of them together.
He looked like he had his arm around her and was looking down at her.
She was looking up at him and had her arm around his waist.
He looked up in confusion and she felt her cheeks go red. “I made that one.”
He looked down at the picture again and ran his thumb over it, and looked up at her again. *I like it.*
She nodded, “Keep going.”
He found the gallery and that he had his own folder there and she watched as he looked at each picture and watched each video.
When he was done, he put her phone down on his leg and looked up at her, *I wasn’t expecting that.*
She blushed, “Yeah. Ha. Um. I was kind of obsessed with you. Am kind of obsessed with you? Yeah. That’s not embarrassing to say. Or admit. Or talk about. Naked.”
He let out a silent laugh and stood, pulling her into his arms. *Did you know I draw?*
She shook her head, “I did not know that. No.”
He smiled and placed a light kiss on her lips. *Come with me.*
He took her hand and laced their fingers together, and walked to the guest room in his house.
It was full of pictures of her. Ones he had drawn himself. There were ones where she was young and it looked like he was just starting out, as the outlines were shaky and they weren’t perfectly drawn. And then there were ones that looked recent and were so detailed she thought they were photographs.
She turned to look at him, “These are. Just. Oh my gosh. They are beautiful.”
He had colored a few pictures that were just of her eyes. With makeup. Without makeup. Smiling, happy. Others were contemplative. He had gotten each shade in her eyes right. Like he had hunted down different colored pencils and found just the right colors.
And there were pictures of just her hair from the back. These ones had different shades of brown and red in her hair. One even had the time she had streaked it blonde.
And there were pictures of just her lips. Smiling, sad, laughing. When she had braces and when she got them off.
He had drawn her face over and over. Sometimes the pictures of her face were serious. Others they were smiling, and her eyes wrinkled at the edges. One was of her laughing, like he caught her once mid-laugh.
They all had some kind of emotion in them and she touched one carefully, tracing her finger over them.
Then a picture caught her eye and she walked over to it, stunned into silence.
It was a picture of Cage in his animal form, holding her in his arms, and seeming to protect her from the world in his massive arms.
He was looking down at her with such love in his eyes and in his expression that she sucked in a breath.
She was looking up at him with love in her eyes and it made her suck in a breath and blink hard to keep the tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know what to say. They are beautiful. Oh Cage.”
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, *I don’t draw for anyone. Just you. No one knows that I’m good at art. We let Calder handle that for all the cabins. And I never wanted it to be something known. I don’t think Ryke or Deacon know. I don’t make it a habit to let people know. I just had to let you know that I see you. Notice everything about you. From the way your hair turns red in the sun and has slight touches of blonde in it still, to the fact that your eyes are a stunning shade of green that doesn’t seem real. I know each freckle you have on your face and love each tiny spot. I know what you look like when you are in deep concentration while reading a good book, or when you daydream at work.*
She gave a small laugh, and he went on, *There are pictures I want to add, but have them only for myself. For one, I know now what you look like in ecstasy now. It was something I always imagined, but only saw glimpses of until now. I know how your breasts quiver and how hard your nipples get. I want to find the perfect shade of pink to draw them. To memorize each bump in your nipple like I did with your freckles. I know how pink and wet your pussy is when you are turned on, and how good it tastes. And while the taste is something I can’t draw, I want to draw a picture of my cum sliding from your pussy after I just fucked you. I want to carry that one around with me at all times. So I can see it, day after day. Second after second and then come home and have it become real. I love every single thing about you. I have for so many years and I want you to be mine. My wife. My mate and my love for the rest of our lives. And more.*
He walked to a dresser in the room that she hadn’t even noticed and pulled a small box from it.
Then he walked back over to her, and sank to one knee, *I love you Wren. I want to learn all I can about you in the years to come. Like what you will look like when you are round with my child. Or when you feed them at your breast. I want to see you follow your dreams and I want to encourage you in all of it. Will
you marry me?*
He flicked open the box and she put her hands to her lips and she saw the ring nestled inside.
It was one she had seen in a magazine once and had fallen in love with.
It was an Emerald cut diamond that was about two carats and it was all alone in the band, but the silver sides were crossed around in a twisted shape and she loved how different it was.
She had no idea that Cage had seen her show it to Ever. That she had imagined it on her finger more times than she could count.
And when he slipped it on her finger and it was a perfect fit, she knew just how perfect he was.
He was all hers. She nodded and he grinned, making the scars pull it to one side making her heart skip a beat.
Oh this man. She loved him. He cupped her face and kissed her and made love to her on the floor of that room.
With the pictures of her covering every single surface.
When they both came down from their high, Wren kissed the man she loved. And he lifted her from the ground and took her into his kitchen. Then grabbed a shirt from his room, and slipped it on her head.
She smiled at the sweet gesture and hated that he had pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
They cooked a small dinner and just as they were sitting down to eat it, a knock sounded on the door.
And Cage sighed and then stood, walking over to the door and opened it.
Wren had to hold back a laugh as the crew walked in. Every last one.
There were two new men that she hadn’t met yet and Cage said in her head, *I can make them leave. But Ryke said we were locked up in here all day. Like he has room to talk. He flew off with Ever for a fucking week. And none of us could find them.*
She bit her lip and held in her laughter, *It’s fine. I like it. I just wish I had more clothes on.*
He looked down at her and his lip snarled up and he rushed down the hall and then came back with a big fluffy robe, putting it on her and putting her in his lap.
He kissed her neck softly and everyone sat around in the couches and chairs.
Ryke looked at them, “So I assume things are good.”
She rolled her eyes, “Not that it’s your business, but yes. Cage is wonderful.”
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