19. Lia
Chapter nineteen
Lia
I wake up in my bed, but I’m not sure how I got here. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in Ianto’s arms in Zaden’s room. I sit up slowly and turn, only to freeze when I find Mills standing near the window, staring out. He looks so pensive and sad.
I must make a sound because he turns and smiles at me. Whatever he was thinking about is gone like it never was. I’m caught, mesmerized by the expression directed at me. Okay, now I’m sure I’m dreaming. Mills in my bedroom? I’ve had this one before.
“Are you feeling better?”
My defenses come up, and I struggle out of bed. The implications that I was sick are heavy between us. I’m in a t-shirt and my underwear. Despite my millions of questions, I refuse to be embarrassed. I walk quickly to my walk-in closet and pull out a pair of leggings and a baggy jumper.
“I’m fine,” I snap out.
“You had a fever. We found you unconscious.”
I freeze in the act of pulling on my leggings. My mind races. I was actually sick? Is it getting worse? Have I caught something? What do I do?
“What happened?” I ask guardedly.
“That’s what we were wondering. But we had a doctor come out, and he said it was just a bug. You’re fine now. Valen and Ianto had left you for an hour and you passed out. What happened, Lia?”
Everything he says sounds right, but there is something under the surface that is telling me it’s not quite the truth. I decide I don’t believe him at all, and when I turn so I can see his face, I can’t tell if his expression is sincere. But my instincts are whispering.
I lift my chin. “Don’t lie to me.”
Mills’ eyes widen slightly, and he coughs. “Fine. You have something changing inside you, but it’s perfectly normal, and you’re going to be fine.”
I narrow my eyes. “What’s your definition of fine?”
He advances on me, and I pull up my leggings quickly, needing a barrier. That rush of heat returns, burning inside, heating me from the inside out.
“You’re going to be perfect, Lia,” Mills murmurs and grips my hips. He drags me close to him and presses his lips to my temple. The ghostly kiss isn’t enough. I moan and press even closer.
“Go brush your teeth, clean up. I want to feed you, and then…”
“And then?”
Mills steps back and winks. “We can play it by ear.”
There is nothing sexual in the words, and yet, I find myself completely transfixed, my overheated brain flashing images of our bodies twisted together.
“Lia?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Go, do what you need to do. We have plenty of time.”
I want to pout and stomp my foot and tell him no; we don’t. Give it to me now, but I’m not even really sure what it is. Ryn and I sat and watched porn, and I’ve read articles, but there’s a whole lot that I know in theory and have no practical experience with.
I back away. My nerves overcoming that strange heat beneath the skin.
Mills is a spectacular cook, and the breakfast he makes me is so delicious that I eat more than I have in a long time, until I’m finally sated and full. I could go and have another nap now.
He cleans the dishes, putting the freshly baked muffins in a container and the leftover bacon in the fridge.
Finally, it’s just us, and my nerves twang. He steps towards me, and I step back. How does he make his eyes look that intense?
“Lia,” he teases, a smile playing on his lips. “Where are you going?”
The heat is like a wave, and I put my hand out and catch the door frame. Everything in me wants him to touch me, but the anticipation has built, and my nerves are shot.
He’s watching me with an intensity that is making my stomach tighten. I glance behind me and then edge backwards.
“Lia, don’t run.”
I gulp at the sleepy, seductive tone. He could catch me. He could touch me, do things to me.
How exciting!
I spin and race through the house, aiming for my favourite place. He hunts me. I can hear him following me, just a few steps behind.
I let out a shriek when his hand grazes my back. I put on a boost of speed and get into my secret room. Without looking back, I go straight to the window seat and stand there defiantly, my back to the window.
Mills comes in, his eyes flickering around the room. He inhales deeply and sighs.
“This is your space.”
I shudder at the deep, throbbing hunger in his voice.
“Take your leggings off, Lia. I want to make you feel good.”
I stare at him, uncertain, nervous. I’ve never done this, I don’t know- He steps forward and kisses me hard, silencing my brain. He tastes like black tea. I open my mouth, willing to drown in him.
His hands slide over my body, leading a path of scorching pleasure that has me shaking.
Somehow, he manages to get my jumper up and over my head, tossing it aside. I’m wearing too many clothes. He pulls my top up and hurls it away. I don’t even know how he’s getting me undressed so quickly.
He stares down at my naked breasts. The urge to reach and cover up is almost impossible to resist. It’s only the look of hunger that makes me pause.
“You’re beautiful, Lia.”
It’s the tone and the way he says it in a sigh that makes me think that he means it.
I moan as his thumbs dance over my hip bones before he hooks my leggings and underwear and drags them down over my legs. He follows them down, kneeling in front of me, and I rest a hand on his shoulder as I step out of them.
Not a word is spoken. Who needs words when a single touch of a thumb pad tells a story, when a sigh translates feelings?
And now, I’m naked, in front of the alpha I’ve been infatuated with for four years, and he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me. It’s a twisty, heady feeling. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at him.
“You can tell me to stop, Lia, and I will. I promise you’re safe with me. I will never do anything you don’t want to do. You know that, right?”
I nod my head. Mills, the gentle heart of Mirakill MC. Doesn’t he realise I’ve wanted this for years? If he doesn’t touch me, I might die .
He leans forward slowly and runs his fingers lightly up the back of my legs while he nuzzles my stomach.
“Why are you so perfect, Lia?”
“I’m not. I’m broken,” I admit because I’m not just naked, I feel like my soul is bared to him, too.
Mills snorts. “You are so far from broken. It’s ridiculous you even sharing the same air with the likes of us.”
I want to protest, but he nudges my legs apart and kisses my inner thigh, dangerously close to where I’m aching. I flinch at the lightning strike of intense feeling. Who knew that your inner thigh was so damn sensitive?
Thunder cracks outside, and it rains down in sheets. And now it really does feel like we’re alone in the world.
Mills doesn’t even stop. He moves unerringly closer to the junction of my thighs, to where the wetness has gathered. He finally reaches it, and I’m almost beside myself, wanting to shout at him. I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon. And the whole time, his hands stroke, calming and exciting me, turning me into putty.
He inhales, and it almost unmakes me. I think I die a little, watching him sniff me with that expression on his face.
Embarrassment wars with arousal.
I’m frozen, trying to think of something to say or do, and then he kisses me, right between my legs. I almost jump out of my skin.
“Mills!” I shriek.
“Sit down, Lia, and spread your legs. I promise this is going to feel good. It’s just for you.”
I step back at his urging and sit down. He doesn’t wait, pushing my thighs apart. I moan, but then his tongue touches, strokes, gives me a damn heart attack and sends me to my next life.
“Mills!” I moan. I cry out. My brain explodes and fireworks go off in their place. I don’t want him to ever stop. Oh, fuck, it feels so good.
Thunder cracks across the sky, drowning out my cries, while lightning flashes in the room, seeming to obey the wild rise of ecstasy that’s crashing through me.
Oh, god, I’ve never felt anything like this. The heat of his mouth and tongue. The way he presses inside, where no one has ever been before.
“Oh, fuck, you taste so good,” Mills says urgently and licks faster. “Fuck, Lia. I’m going to die happy.”
I whimper, and my hips rock against his face, chasing the pressure, obeying my instincts .
“Yes!” he hisses. “Just like that. Fuck my face while I eat you out.”
His words are just making this hotter. Crude, nasty things I’ve seen online, I never dreamed they’d be turning me into a soaking mess.
A finger slides inside me, and I stiffen at the foreign feeling. As soon as he curls it, pumping it in and out, I’m thrown into a rush of sensation, letting out a cry. It feels so good. I grip his hair, pulling him up against me, and Mills answers my silent demand, adding another finger and sucking hard on my clit.
I arch, my body tightening as the orgasm shatters my ability to think. He groans and pulls his fingers out and starts lapping at my pussy. Mills slips his hands under my ass and lifts me so he’s got more access, his tongue lashing me while the aftershocks of my orgasm leave me wrung out and shellshocked.
“Mills?”
He groans. “Not done yet!”
My eyes open wide. What? There’s more?
“Again!” he demands and buries his face between my legs, stroking, licking, and sucking me into a second, third, and fourth orgasm.
My screams reverberate around the mansion, but I’m helpless putty in his hands. My ability to function has vanished. I am a slave to this god who has his damn mouth on my cunt, delivering me into nirvana.
I come back from the latest orgasm and blearily peer at him. He stands up and pulls his cock out. I blink and watch intensely as he grips it by the base and starts stroking it. I don’t know what I expected, ’ never looked that attractive, but Mills’ cock looks delicious. My mouth waters, and I wonder if he’ll let me touch it.
His eyes are darker, more intent now. He doesn’t look like the Mills I know.
“Gonna mark you as mine,” he growls. “Keep those legs wide open, Lia.”
I instantly obey his growl, staring up at him, wondering why this is so fucking hot and why my body is demanding another orgasm.
He strokes faster, the tendons in his neck standing out. I watch as he pulls his dick down, aiming it right at me.
“Mills!” I don’t know why I’m calling him, only that it feels right.
He hisses and stiffens, stroking harder.
“Oh, fuck!”
Cum spurts out of him, splashing against my pussy. The hot spray is shocking, the act is shocking.
I love it.
I let out a cry and watch his cum paint me. Mills snarls and picks me up, sitting down on the window seat with me straddling him. He grabs my hips and drags me down while he presses up against me, rubbing the head of his dick up through our combined arousal, rubbing us together. He grips my hips and helps me ride the hard ridge of his cock.
“I’m not fucking you,” Mills growls. “Not today.”
I don’t even care what he’s saying. I rock against him, riding his softening cock until another even stronger orgasm hits me. Mills holds me close and growls in my ear.
“You tempt me to break all the rules, Lia.”
I pant, breathing heavily into his shoulder. “Mills,” I have no words. I don’t even know what to say.
“Yeah, me, too,” Mills says and just shifts my weight so we’re sitting more comfortably. I look over his shoulder, and I see the Mirakill Mansion.
And I wonder why my dreams have suddenly come true.