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Together, we walk to the cottage, where Max and Port are waiting for Mili. Port quickly pulls her into a hug, and Max watches awkwardly –I’ve got to work on him with his confidence around Mili, I think to myself. Mili turns to me, a pained expression on her face, but I stay emotionless and strong.

Then I head to the woods.

CHAPTER 45: PORT

After 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 breathinggrowing 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.

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