Page 61 of Don't Fae With Dragons

“He’s with the Moon – he’s not like us. He’ll take what he wants and destroy whatever’s in his path to get to it, do you understand?”

He stares at me, slowing to a complete stop until I cry out, “Yes, I understand!”

After I respond, he starts moving his fingers again, and my eyes flutter closed with a twisted combination of sexual frustration and delicious pleasure. He hums slowly as he starts to move, faster and faster, but I can tell even just through the touch that he’s weighing his words.

“You have to promise me something,” he murmurs. “Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I pant, “anything.”

His fingers reach a crescendo, quick and constant, and I whine with anticipation. “Don’t blame yourself for another man’s wickedness – but don’t ever bed him again.”

As Cory finishes his command to me, I crash over the edge, momentarily blinded by the intensity of my orgasm. I don’t hear anything, but when my eyes finally open again, I feel Cory’s hand clamped over my mouth.

“A bit noisy, are we?” he grins.

I expected him to be mad, given the nature of the strange conversation we just had, but Cory’s face is open and relieved. I smile up at him as a laugh bubbles out of me, the bliss of our intimacy overtaking me. Cory holds a hand out to me and I take it, allowing him to pull me into his lap on the bed.

He guides my legs around his hips with his hands, and I sigh as my limbs wrap around him. Cory tucks me into his arms until I’m all but folded into him, and gently kisses the top of my head.

I smirk. “Did you really think the time for that conversation was with your fingers inside me?”

“I didn’t want you running off on me again,” he replies, casually enough to make me roll my eyes.

“I’ll get you back for that.”

He barks out a laugh, then pulls back to gaze into my face with a wicked grin. “I’d love to see you try.”

CHAPTER 39: MAX

When Cory comes back into the living chamber, his hair is askew and his clothes are rumpled. His lips are red and a little swollen –and he smells like sex.

I glance at Port to see him already looking at me, wide-eyed. Bedding Mili in our host’s cottage seems ... bold. Still, I understand the compulsion. It’s hard for any of us to have self-control around Milica. I know that painfully well; my anxieties around hurting her or upsetting her are reaching a fever pitch, and my desire to sleep with her is getting hard to suppress.

Before I realize it, my face is flushed from the thought, and Port raises an amused eyebrow as he stares at me. I blush harder under his scrutiny –nobody can read me like Port can.

“Er ... how is Mili?” I ask Cory, praying for anything to distract me from my carnal thoughts.

Cory’s eyes soften, almost imperceptibly, and he shrugs. “I think she’s alright. She still seemed a little worried when I left her. She was twitching in her sleep as if she’s having vivid dreams.”

“We’ll make her a poultice,” Chrysthinia interjects.

I almost jump –for all my assassin’s instincts, I didn’t detect them entering. Port seems equally shocked; this wizardmust be very stealthy. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so concerned they were able to slip into the living chamber undetected.

Port coughs awkwardly and asks, “What poultice do you recommend?”

Chrysthinia rolls their eyes. “A calming one, of course.”

Despite myself, I smirk at their little snark.A person after my own heart, I think.

“Max,” Chrysthinia barks, interrupting my thoughts. “You’ll help me.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I’m not experienced in magick, you know.”

Chrysthinia smirks, as though they expected as much. “Well, clearly not – but you’re the support of the group, are you not?”

“What?” I ask.How are they so perceptive?

“In combat,” they deadpan. “I’m sure you prefer to hold back and assist your team. You’re probably an archer, aren’t you?” I nod, somewhat speechless. “Well, don’t you think you ought to know some basic healing, hm?”

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