CHAPTER 45 PORT
A fter Mili returns to the cottage, Max – who’s been antsy with nervous energy all day –quickly goes to find Cory and help him search the woods. She made us both a small dinner; we ate just bread, cheese, and some jam.
I briefly recall the smell of burnt eggs, which has filled the cottage most mornings, and wonder if Mili is secretly a poor cook. The thought is somehow completely endearing to me.
Now the two of us are resting in the bedroom, comfortable silence enveloping us. Mili reads one of her magick almanacs while I doze in and out of sleep, but I quickly awake at the sound of her groaning in frustration and slamming the book closed.
I tilt my head, trying (and failing) to read her thoughts, and she turns to me with a scowl, though there’s no real venom in it.
I smile apologetically. “Everything okay?”
She sighs and waves a hand in the air, as if to brush off her own irritation. “It’s fine.”
“Doubtful,” I say, quietly encouraging her to talk to me.
“You shifters and your perceptiveness,” she sighs. “It’s impossible to stay silently seething when you are around, you know that?”
I wink. “I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”
At that, her sour expression breaks into a hesitant grin. “It is, honestly.” She sighs, covering her face with her hands, and continues, “I was trying to research typical warlock powers, but it’s just impossible. It’s a taboo topic in wizard circles, so there’s only vague information.”
“Well, what do you know about Kar specifically?” I ask quietly.
“Not anywhere near enough,” she groans.
She huffs a heavy breath, brows furrowing in annoyance again, and gently sets the book on her small, wooden nightstand. I gaze at her as she moves; it amazes me that she can be so elegant, so beautiful, even when she’s in such a poor mood.
Mili turns back to me and her eyebrows raise in confusion. “What is it?”
Well, best to just be honest with it. “I was just admiring you.”
She laughs, eyes widening even further. “What? Why? I’m sure I look livid.”
“You do,” I nod, smiling, “but there’s just something about you. Even when you’re ‘silently seething,’ as you call it.”
Her breath catches, so quietly I almost miss it, and she turns away as her cheeks flush pink. Determined to stretch this quiet moment out as long as I can, I gently rest two fingers under her chin and turn her to face me again. Her eyes have grown soft, and as I gaze into their hazel depths I feel something deep inside me, primal but patient, stirring to life.
“Kiss me,” she utters.
And I do. I keep my hand on her chin and pull her to me, kissing her softly, slowly. I savor the sound of her breathing growing heavier as our lips press to each others’, my tongue lying in wait like a jungle cat circling its prey.
Mili must sense my enforced restraint, because she initiates the deepening of the kiss, tentatively opening her mouth to mine. I feel a low rumble emanating from my chest as I force myself to keep moving slowly. I meet her advancing tongue with my own, mirroring her motions.
We find ourselves entangled in a sensual dance, both unhurried at the prospect of finally losing ourselves to each other. The air feels almost sacred between us, and I keep my carnal desire on a tight leash to prolong every moment.
Minutes pass and Mili starts to shatter first, her quiet breathing devolving into filthy moans that I capture in my open mouth. My own control slowly splintering, I gently pull her onto my lap, relishing the feeling of her thighs spreading over my hardening cock.
I lay my hands on the small of her back, letting them drift slowly down to cup her ass where it rests on my groin. She pants into me, losing composure by the second, and I sigh into her as she wraps a hand in my tightly-coiled hair.
She twists her fingers slightly until she’s slightly tugging on it, and the rumbling in my chest grows even louder. Then she pulls my head back, gently, to open my mouth further. I purr contentedly as she kisses me in earnest, tongue carving vicious swipes against my own.
My cock aches in my pants, and I push Mili by the hips so she’s pressed even further down into it. She gasps, almost a whine, and I start grinding her, back and forth, until she picks up the rhythm herself.
The two of us thrust against each other, all our clothes still on, as our kisses become more urgent and yearning. After all this time, I think to myself, that mysterious faery-scent from down the volcano’s path lies here with me. The sudden sentimental thought only spurs on my longing for her, and I growl and buck harder into her until she’s whimpering loudly into my mouth.
A wave of pleasure starts to bloom within me, and I growl as I pull back from kissing Mili to pull her shirt off. My restraint is quickly weakening, and at the sight of Mili bared before me, even just her torso, it nearly disappears.
Still, I force myself to keep pace, and smile sensually as Mili moves sideways to pull her pants off. She stands at the foot of the bed as she does, a certain dark wanting in her eyes, and I let my gaze travel over every curve of her radiant body as she stands and undresses.
Once she’s naked, there’s no sign of timidness from her. There certainly shouldn’t be, as she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but it still sends a low thrill through me knowing she stands with total confidence.
I stand, too, pacing slowly towards her, and murmur, “Undress me, Milica.” She nods, eyes drooping from lust, and starts to unfasten my shirt.
She goes slow, tugging my sleeves off with control that drives me nearly to insanity. Seeing her play this game, the waiting game, as well as I do makes me all the more thrilled to bed her. I growl as she dips her head to lick all the way from my navel to my chin, pulling her into me for another fierce kiss before she grins and sets to work unbuttoning my trousers.
Once they’re undone, my large cock bounces free and I try to hide my embarrassed grimace. I look down at Mili, worried she’ll be concerned or put off at the sight, but she looks as sensual and open as she did before I was exposed.
Still, I’ve had partners who don’t like it, so I start to say, “We can go slow. I know I’m a bit on the larger side, but–”
“We’ll start slow,” Mili smiles, “but I’m not bothered. I think you’re beautiful.”
My heart swells at her words, but it’s quickly overshadowed by my lust multiplying at the prospect of actually being with Milica. No more waiting, no more pining – tonight, we’ll have each other. At the thought, my cock grows painfully hard.
Mili gently walks me to the edge of the bed and guides me until I’m sitting on its edge. Once I’m there, I sigh and lay back on my elbows, allowing Mili to sit slowly on my lap. She runs her hands over my smooth chest, and a low rumble escapes me.
“Will you bed me like you mean it?” she exhales, voice low and rough.
Then I growl and lean forward to suck her neck. She moans loudly, all our previous withholding gone, and slides forward until her bare sex is resting on my hardness.
I nip at her neck, feral growls escaping me all the while, and Mili begins thrusting back and forth on top of me. Her slickness coats my shaft as she starts to get herself off, and my urge to be actually inside her becomes almost unbearable.
While sucking hard on a sensitive spot on her neck, I lift the faery by the hips and start to thrust my cock into her. I push slowly at first, only letting a fraction enter her, but the sound of her shattered moans in my ear make it hard to restrain myself for long.
I start pulsing harder, deeper, letting myself penetrate her more intensely in a gradual progression. Mili’s moans turn to loud cries of pleasure and desperate need, and I let my purring spiral out of control. The vibration runs all through my body, in turn stimulating Mili, and she exclaims loudly as it hits her clitoris.
“Oh, gods , Port!” she cries out as she comes for the first time. The feeling of her wetness surrounding my cock only pushes me further, and I start to thrust harder, though I make sure not to penetrate her too deeply.
The whole sensation is indescribable. Before long I lose myself to the feeling entirely, and my only worldly concerns become ensuring that Mili’s feeling just as good as I am. I keep my rhythm steady and allow my purring to continue, and Mili’s legs shake as I hold her above me.
The constant pulsing starts to overwhelm me, and I feel my ecstasy starting to crescendo in a blinding wave just as Mili starts to whine frantically again. As she scratches at my back, I start to suck on her neck again, and moments later Mili orgasms for a second time. I follow shortly after, my own pleasure suspending me in total bliss as I come.
I hold Mili to me as we ride through the aftershocks together, and she pants against me as the intensity subsides. When my heart starts to slow, I pull back to see her smiling with her eyes closed, apparently just as satisfied as I am.
We separate enough for my cock to come free of her, and the two of us lie together on her bed, naked limbs tangled happily. I sigh deeply and pull her a little tighter, then I feel myself fall into a deep, happy sleep.
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The next morning, I wake and roll over to pull Max closer to me. Cory woke me in the night to take my spot on the bed – I didn’t mind, as I understand his close protectiveness over Mili.
In my sleepy haze, I inhale deeply, expecting to breathe in the usual mixture of the two shifters’ and the faery’s scents. Today, though, there’s something missing. Mili’s scent is absent.
The moment I realize it, I hear a horrible, pain-stricken roar from the bedroom –Cory screams in panic and fury.
“Mili is gone!”