Page 71 of Echoes of War

“Duluth,” I whispered, my breath intertwining with hers.

“Consider this the start of something new then. Should we seal the contract with a kiss?”

Millie pushed herself to the edge of the desk, bringing her closer to my face, her eyes landing on my mouth. I peered up, meeting her intense stare, weighing the pros and cons of the option now laid at my feet.

There was a brief moment of hesitation, where my thoughts and all the logic in my body surfaced. Everything in my life right now was wrong, a freaking miserable mess with no real hope of being set right. Even at the end of this war, I would have a broken family, one less brother to call my home his. One less brother to call a brother. Possibly more depending on if the boys made it out to see the other side of this.

People were counting on me, their lives were now in my hands, and I understood Amaia. Understood exactly why she constantlywanted to run for the hills and abandon all her responsibilities, say screw it and just be normal. Just exist in whatever remnants of the world remained. Then it dawned on me why she stuck around—you could not run from your responsibilities, you could only avoid them. And you can only avoid the weight of the world on you for so long before it comes crashing down on you, suffocating any life in you that you had left.

But there were choices in this life of duty and obligations, choices that helped you forget, even for a moment, the pain that threatened to do you in. And Millie was giving me a choice. One that could make or break this alliance. Millie would still side with us, I knew that, but it would be easier if she was … more inclined to bend to my sister’s will.

Or mine.

Long blonde hair tickled my mouth as she hovered over me, awaiting permission. I granted it to her, tilting my head up my lips becoming flush with hers. Millie’s fingers caressed the strands of my hair pulling me closer to her. I grabbed her waist, bringing her down onto my lap, straddling my waist. Her mouth opened, granting my tongue access to her mouth. There was no passion here, just need. Desire.

I bit at her bottom lip, her grin pulling them tight. “Take this off,” I commanded.

She complied, releasing me from her grasp as she slid her coat off. Her sweater was next, revealing the lack of bra underneath. Round, full breasts welcomed me, urging me to reach out and touch the peak of her nipples. With her hands clasped against my cheeks she stroked her thumb against my lips, my teeth grazing over it as I took it into my mouth and sucked.

“You next,” Millie whimpered.

The order brought me pure joy. I yanked my clothes off quickly, baring myself to her and surrendering myself to the moment.

Pulling her back onto my lap, I placed her nipple in between my teeth, taking turns in an attempt to discover which one I favored the most. Gently massaging them, my tongue flicking, circling, craving the sweet taste of her skin. She released a moan, her hair falling down her back. It tickled my skin, light as a whisper, gently kissing over where my nails dug into her.

Her hips bucked against me demanding I redirect my attention to getting the tight pants off her curved hips and down her thick thighs. Thighs meant for riding, I smirked.My favorite.

Millie stood, dancing out of her panties, and dragged me down onto the ground. The moment my head touched the floor she kneeled over my shoulders, her ass brushing against my now exposed nipples. My tongue teased against her most sensitive spot. She begged me to slow down.

I did no such thing.

I had thought her skin was sweet, but the juices falling from her were sweeter than cherry pie. She pulsated on my face, her legs squeezing against the side of my head, wetness from her dripping down into my mouth. There was no air left for me to breathe, and I welcomed the lack of oxygen. She let out a scream. I pushed her up, sliding out from beneath her.

“What are you doing?” she asked panting for air.

I brought my hand over her mouth, closing in directly behind her, using my other hand to guide the back of her to a tilt. Dragging my tongue right up her center, I didn’t stop until I reached the crevice of her ass then made my way back down. Over and over again as I worked around the spots that made her wiggle the most.

Millie let out a gasp, as I pumped two fingers inside her. Moving my body in cue with my fingers, I pulled at the lengths of her hair. Her pleasure became my own.

When she had enough, she turned over, kneeling directly in front of me. Her eyes locked on mine, lust seeping right off her. She grinned as I indulged, reveling in her lust and letting it encaseme. It was my favorite part of sex, all the emotions that I could take on. It fed me, brought me toward my climax in a way that people without my gifts could not.

She moved closer, our knees intertwining, forcing our bodies to touch. Millie grinded against my thigh, I returned her efforts. Slowly, our bodies moved together, my mouth found hers. I let out a soft moan that drove her wild and she sped up.

I pushed my desire outward, letting it feed into her soul, careful not to invade her self-will. Always leaving the option for her to stop but also keeping watch for an invitation. One I accepted once she realized what I was doing. She gave into the cravings and I wiped away all aspects of her pain. Neither of us would benefit from the emotion.

Blissful, precious minutes passed. When we were done, she pulled me into a spooning position, resting her chin atop my shoulder. She kissed it gently, then the nape of my neck, and finally, the back of my head. Sadness seeped from her, not from our act, but from what she knew she’d have to do, what she would have to plan when she left here.

I took it away, accepting her pain and her sadness as my own.

And when she fell victim to the slumber I placed on her, I fought off my tears. Pushing them back down to the depths of my soul. I bit down on my lip, inviting physical pain to subtract from the open, raw, empty feeling that remained left in me.

For this had solved nothing. It was a temporary distraction on this journey to hell my brother and father had forced upon me. Since I was already headed in that direction, it only made sense to finish the job.

Tomoe

My eyes snapped open the moment she entered the room. Reina halted in the doorway, hands placed behind her back. Her fierce blue eyes remained trained on the ground. She granted me a light smile in recognition that my attention had fallen on her, a smile I didn’t buy for one fucking second.

I knew what she had just finished doing, had known what she would do the moment she decided to ‘sneak out’ of the room last night. My sister had made her decision, and now we would have to run so Millie could clean up her mess.

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