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Mili glances at me, her eyes sparkling. “You know, I never thought I’d be running around naked in the rain with a dragon.”

“Guess I bring out the wild side in you,” I tease, slipping into my shirt.

“More like the ridiculous side,” she shoots back, grinning as she pulls on her tunic.

Once we’re dressed, I reach for her hand, and together we share a moment, our fingers entwined. “Let’s go show them what a dragon and a fae can do together,” she says, confidence radiating from her.

With a playful squeeze of her hand, I reply, “Get ready, Ethelinda. We’re coming back to light up the night.”

CHAPTER 35: PORT

Max and I wait in the dining chamber for Mili and Cory to return from their spell casting, but all I can think of is how it felt to kiss Mili. Her lips tasted like two pillows of honey, her tongue fresh as a blackberry. The feel of her back as I held her close to me, the brush of her delicate strands of hair against my cheek – all of it magickal and beautiful.

I can tell that Max senses this change in me, but I’m not sure if Mili would be hurt if I told him. As such, I’ve been keeping it to myself, despite wanting to shout it from the rooftops:I kissed the faery!

“You look positively giddy, Port,” Max says, finally deciding to test me.

I shrug in a way that I hope appears casual, but I feel heat rising to my cheeks, threatening to betray my secret. Max raises an eyebrow as he stares at me, seemingly torn between disbelief that I’d give into my temptation so soon, pride that I’d let myself follow my desire, and irritation that I beat him to it.

“I’m hopeful about the spell,” I lie pathetically.

Max rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Oh, of course. You know I saw you, you big buffoon.”

My blood heats up at the reminder of mine and Mili’s kiss, and I respond, “Saw me walk Mili?”

“Saw youkissher.” He tuts and makes his way over to me, plopping down in the chair next to mine. He takes my chin in his hand and turns me to face him, smirking at the red blush spreading over my cheeks. “You’re precious when you’re flustered, aren’t you?”

Precious?I blush harder at his words despite my best efforts not to. If I were really honest with myself, I might be able to acknowledge that his compliment has a similar effect on me that kissing Mili did –but that’s far too intense to admit to myself at this time.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I mutter.What is happening to me?I almost never get flustered like this. I’m usually quite composed, quite balanced ... but something about Max’s probing gaze, his wicked smirk, his twinkling eyes are having a dizzying effect on me.

Max grins and leans in closer to me, moving his fingers from my chin to hold my jaw, just under my ear. My breath hitches as he leans in, and he squints at my open mouth. I clamp it shut and pry my gaze up from his lips to his eyes.

“Oh,” he whispers. “Well isn’t that a shame?”

Then he pats the side of my face, cheeky bastard that he is, and pulls back from me with a grin. I realize, with a sudden start, that I don’t want this closeness to end. Before I can stop myself, I grab his face in my hands and pull him to me, kissing him like a man starved.

I feel him gasp quietly, a little sputter of shock in the back of his throat, before he whines and kisses me back even harder. I part his lips quickly, and he opens his mouth to let me in easily.

“Good boy,” I whisper without thinking.

He whines louder, pressing his tongue to mine, wrapping it around me expertly, and I let my hand drop to his hardening crotch. He shivers at my touch, and I relish the sudden power shift; as much as Max plays the tough guy, he turns to putty in my hands. It makes me want to ravish him and worship him all at once.

“I need you, Port,” he gasps into my mouth.

I growl then, a low rumble that starts in my stomach, and kneel between his calves on the floor. He arches his neck to keep kissing me as I unbuckle his pants, one hand loosening his belt while the other explores the trail of hair between his navel and his groin.

I unbutton the fly of his pants and smile at the sight of his cock already hard and throbbing for me. He’s a tad smaller than average, and he seems a bit shy about it. He turns away, embarrassed, but I wrap a hand around his jaw and pull him back to face me.

“What is that face for?” I ask, voice low and dangerous. He shakes his head, blushing, and I tut at him. Then, an idea strikes me. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

“Me?” he asks, surprised.

I nod slowly, a small grin creeping onto my face. “Show me.”

Max shudders as I guide his hand to his manhood, and I watch with pleasure as his large hand wraps around it easily. I take his stones in my hand and rub small circles into the loose flesh, and he sighs shakily as he starts to stroke himself in rough motions.

“Slower,” I order.

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