Page 105 of Zero Happily Ever Afters

“Dorian—”

“I want to return to Cerberus as an enchanter. I want the resources, the access.”

“You’re lucky you know a guy.” Milo kissed me, sloppy and wet and silly because the vulnerability, the fear he had for this path, this journey made things far too serious. “I suppose I can pull some strings, but you’re gonna have to pull something for me. Well, more of a yank. A gentle tug, actually.”

I shoved my hand down Milo’s pants and gripped his semi-hard cock.

He stifled a moan. “What am I saying? You know what you’re doing.”

I continued to jerk Milo’s cock, guiding his backward steps with my eyes as we reached the bedroom, where I immediately stripped off my clothes. With a delicate touch of telekinesis, I unfastened Milo’s pants and yanked them down to his ankles—feeling the spike of aggressive lust radiating from his core.

I rubbed my palm over the head of his dick, playing with the precum that dripped and teasing his sensitive tip. It only took a few more tugs for him to get fully erect.

He wanted me this second, every which way, but mostly, he wanted to feel me buried inside him. Milo craved my passionate touch, my carnal hunger, my primal roar as I fucked him.

I couldn’t, though. Not yet. The bruises had finally faded, and the broken bones had finally been mended, but I wasn’t ready to be rough. Waving over the lube, I applied some as I continued stroking Milo. Then I gently worked my mouth over his body,planting kisses. On his lips. His cheeks. His neck. His shoulders. His chest. His biceps. His abs. And then all over again, all the while running my hand up and down his cock.

The great Enchanter Evergreen had returned to work, declared himself ready and eager to protect the city—but I only saw the sweet man I declared that I’d protect.

“Fuck me.” Milo leaned forward, biting my ear and shouting his demands on a loop. He wanted me to make him scream aloud. He wanted to feel my every inch.

With a hand pressed to his chest, I shoved him back, giving him that authority he sought. But only for the moment, only to push him deeper into the soft mattress.

As he lay back, legs spread, I slipped in and spread his cheeks, licked his hole. I dribbled spit and licked and lathered his pretty hole. I took my time, running my tongue up his taint and taking his balls into my mouth before returning to his hole. Milo convulsed, releasing a satisfied whimper every time my tongue poked a bit deeper.

With Milo quivering, I wanted to ram my cock into him this instant. Every fiber of me demanded I plunge deep inside and grant his desires. Instead, I used the lube and stuck my fingers inside him, readying him for my cock, readying myself too, perhaps.

Every time his lust and longing sent me spiraling into this primal hunger, I held back and pushed my fingers deeper and faster, watching his hard cock bounce as he moved back and forth, demanding more.

I finally moved in closer, sliding my cock into Milo. He groaned, biting his bottom lip and lifting his head back.

“Wait.” I tilted his head forward, locking his eyes back onto me. “I wanna see your face, see all of you.”

Milo returned his gaze with his beautiful blue eyes. I took gentle thrusts, maintaining the same steady rhythmic pace,watching his face scrunch, expressions shifting between pain and pleasure.

I panted, keeping my strokes slow and giving him my entire length, letting him feel every inch.

“Don’t hold back.” Milo tightened his thighs around my hips, locking me in place. “I’m fine. I can handle it.”

“I know.” My gaze shifted, unable to keep eye contact with him. “I just…I, um…I…I’m feeling this.”

“You’re lying.” Milo didn’t say it, but we both knew I only ever drew passion from my partner’s pleasure.

I’d get fucked every night if it made Milo happy. I’d fuck him into the ground gasping and begging for cum if it made him happy. My only true arousal came from bringing my partners off. Finn and Milo, their needs were always my needs.

So when I declared I craved something, it was the weakest of lies on my part.

“I don’t want you holding back. I want to feel you, all of you.” Milo wrapped his arms around my shoulders, running his fingers through my freshly cut hair and returning my eyes to meet his. “Please don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t treat me like I’ve changed.”

“I’m not…” I pressed my forehead against his. “I’m afraid I’ve changed. My magic, yes, but also what I want, what I need to do moving forward…”

“Does this change include me?”

I widened my eyes. “Always. That’s never a question.”

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