Page 89 of Don't Fae With Dragons

I find myself at the river a few moments later, my pounding heart slowly calming. The water is steady, thankfully back to usual after the trouble with the dam. I watch it and sigh.

Then a voice rings out behind me, “Cory?”

Mili. I force my anger down and turn to her with a small frown. I don’t have to be friendly with her, but I can at least be civil. “What is it?”

She’s beautiful as ever, her long black hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. She’s wearing one of the dresses I gave her, that matches her eyes. The sight of her warm hazel eyes sloped with concern brings a pang of agony to my heart.

“I want to talk,” she whispers.

I can hardly hear her over the wind and the water, but even if her words didn’t reach me, I would know what she wants. She’s been trying to speak with me about the encounter with Kar for nearly a week, to no avail. I told her when she first went to confront him that I’d always forgive her –but it’s hard to ignore the feeling of her slipping through my fingers. It’s entirely possible she doesn’t feel as deeply about me as I’m realizing I feel about her. It’s terrifying.

Perhaps it’s all in my mind. Perhaps not.

“Where?” I reply, misplaced exasperation coloring my words.

She purses her lips, but doesn’t bite back. Instead, she simply says, “Let’s go home.”

The two of us walk together in silence back to the cottage. We pass Max and Port on the way, and they both nod nervously at us. I suppose Mili’s already told them she planned to trap me into a conversation. The thought of her pulling strings with my pack frustrates me, but I try to push it down.

Once we’re inside, Mili heads straight for the loveseat and motions for me to join her. I sigh with annoyance at the order, but oblige.

We sit in silence for a moment, since I refuse to be the one to break first. I steal frustrated glances at Milica, but she just stares ahead sadly. The sight of her in pain hurts me, physically, but I can’t let myself be weak now.

Finally, she says, “I don’t know why you’re so angry.”

“I don’t know either,” I blurt out thoughtlessly. I groan and try to pull myself together as I continue, “I don’t –I knew you’d been with Kar. Seeing how evil he can be to you,though, and knowing that you’ve given yourself to him? Shared a moment of ecstasy with him? Itinfuriatesme.”

Mili’s gaze hardens as I speak, and I have the distinct sensation of digging myself further and further into a grave. After I’m finished with my small tirade, I huff angrily and cross my arms. Then I uncross them, since it makes me feel like a sulking toddler.

“He was completely overbearing and controlling. That experience taught me what I like and what I don’t. I was looking for reciprocity, a real partner, I know that now. I wasn’t looking to be controlled.”

Her words hit me hard, a sudden worry tightening in my chest. Does she see me that way, too? “Wasn’t I controlling the other night?”

She shakes her head, meeting my gaze without hesitation. “No, because I agreed to it. You asked for my consent, you cared for what I want, and as a result, you gave me more satisfaction and pleasure than I could have ever imagined.” She pauses for a moment and I feel totally blown away as she continues. “Cory, it was just an experience. I didn’t give myself to him. I’ve only ever given myself to you.”

Her words stop my heart in my chest. Obviously this is the case, but I didn’t reallyrealizeit until she said it. She has only given herself to me. Shelet merestrain her, keep her pleasure captive, train my packmates on her and let them do my bidding.

Kar stole from her. I gave.

Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve pulled her into my firm arms, wrapped her completely in my embrace. I breathe shakily as she melts seamlessly into my touch, and I choke back a growlof mingled guilt and relief as a single tear of hers lands on my chest.

“Prove it to me,” I groan in response.

Without a word, Mili pulls back, eyes shining with emotion, and kneels before me. She looks reverent, like a woman at an altar, and I feel deeply, deeply real. I feel worthy, cherished.

She’ll give herself to me, always, I realize.She already has.

Her scent buzzing with frantic care, as if she’s desperate to prove herself, Mili pulls my trousers down to my ankles. She spreads her hands on my thighs, and I bury one of my hands in her long hair.

“Take it,” I murmur, my voice already husky with desire, with passion.

She whines and buries my cock in her mouth, bobbing so I hit the back of her throat. She grunts with repressed gags as she goes, and I twist my hand harder in her hair.

“Hands to the side,” I command, my voice echoing through the small cottage.

Mili shivers but does as I order, and I start to move her head with my hand. She whimpers as I thrust her head firmly back and forth, but she takes me all regardless.

It doesn’t take long for my length to become dangerously ready to crash over the edge, so I pull her head back and meet her lips with a ferocious kiss. She whines against me and tries to reach up her hands to my head, but I let loose a roar and she flings them back to the loveseat.

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