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I took long, slow thrusts because anything more and I’d have finished immediately. I didn’t want that. I wanted to enjoy each second with Milo, wanted to get him off again, feel his pleasure, and watch the world fade away entirely for both of us.

Milo remained obedient to my direction as I fucked him, but it was me who served. I served Milo in every sexual fantasy, finding his bliss the most satisfying thing. Even controlling him now, shoving his face into the pillow while ordering him tostroke his dick as I moved faster, pounding him out and showing no mercy on his beautiful ass once again, I did it because I desired the hitch in his breath, the shudder in his body, the pleasure of his panting. Milo’s mind whirled round and round, craving more from me, more authority, more control, more, more, more.

And I gave it to him. Rough.

I winced as my telepathy weakened, the bridge holding my mind together from two separate entities to one stretched across the nation. I didn’t surrender yet. Not this close. I wanted to drag out Milo’s second orgasm, wanted to watch him whimper when brought to the edge of his climax only to wait and serve my dick. But I didn’t want to lose my hold mid fuck either.

Grabbing Milo by the back of his neck, I held him in place and took quick, sudden thrusts until I felt him about to cum, and then I buried myself deep in his ass and groaned. I sucked in a shaky breath as heat spread across my entire body. Our minds and magics collided and twisted together right as we came, and I felt his relief as he busted.

I clutched him tighter, holding onto him and the sensation, but as I exhaled, I came onto my chest, wishing it were inside Milo instead, I felt the tether connecting us snap and break.

All I had was Milo’s haggard breaths into the phone, which kept us connected. “Damn, that was fucking amazing.”

“Emphasis on the fucking,” I said into the phone.

I heard him scrambling to retrieve his discarded device that’d slipped somewhere under the covers. “We have to do that again.”

“Tonight?” I asked, barely able to hear my annoying neighbors after unleashing that much magic.

“No, I can wait a few days. A few weeks even.” Milo rarely wanted to bottom, but when with me, he wanted to experience it alland explored it more frequently. “My ass could use the time to recover.”

I chuckled. “I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”

Milo’s grin hit so strong that even without my connection to see it, I felt it. I felt his happiness. We chatted until we dozed off, unsure who fell asleep first, but I knew even a world away that Milo had drifted into a happy dream dancing in his mind.

His peace made sleep easy for me.

Chapter Eight

I’d spent the week allowing my manifestation to follow Milo closely but hadn’t reconnected with the thread that linked us. Enchanter Evergreen had an important case, and I didn’t need to hover over his shoulder every second of it. Well, I supposed I was doing just that, but I’d resigned myself not to check the memories accumulated until the weekend hit. I wanted to prioritize my students, my job, and ensure they were all prepared for the first upcoming showcase event. A lead-in event that wasn’t an actual part of the showcase but quite possibly the most important. It’d been pitched as a little game staff and admin had cooked up to ensure our students made a top-tier introduction to all the potential guilds out there.

“Good morning,” Katherine and Caleb said in unison with bright-eyed smiles.

“Morning,” I said with very little enthusiasm, sipping my coffee and hoping the caffeine would kick in soon.

Tara and Gael strolled toward the classroom, King Clucks plodding between them, crowing at any student foolish enough to stand in their path. The three of them came to a stop momentarily when Tiffany brushed past them, her long blonde hair tied back in a messy bun.

Her beaver partner chomped on a piece of wood, slapping its flat tail in the air to steady the flux of levitation that kept her floating beside her human companion.

“Tara.” Tiffany nodded, then turned to address Gael’s familiar. “King Clucks. Always a pleasure to see you two.”

She turned on her heel and strutted away quickly before reaching another student, some third-year I’d never had in classes, and grabbed his hand. Tiffany made sure to shoot a dagger-eyed smile at Gael while conveying just how over him she was as she walked to class with her new boyfriend.

“She’s still mad?” Tara asked.

“Not sure why. She’s the one who ended things.” Gael shrugged, glossing over any feelings he had for Tiffany and allowing them to fizzle out like a random thought. “Whatever. She’s gonna be disappointed when she realizes Kevin’s head game is weak.”

I choked on my coffee, pounding my chest as it went down the wrong pipe.

“Wait.” Tara paused, contemplating. “I thought he was straight.”

“Tara? Really?” Gael cocked his head, a single judgmental eyebrow raised as if he’d taught her better by now, and she should have a full grasp on his god-level game—ugh, the ego running through Gael’s surface thoughts. “You’ve seen me. I’m a whole damn snack. Of course he’s gonna take a taste.”

“And when Tiffany finds out you messed around with her new boyfriend?”

“Messed around?” Gael smirked. “Bestie, I had that curious boy on all fours, face down, and as—”

“Stop talking,” I snapped, having finally composed myself enough to speak after the worst of the coffee had stopped scalding my throat. “I have no patience for it today.”

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