Page 13 of Milk
The first pull of his lips sends another jolt through me. He drinks from me, deep and hungry, his throat working as he swallows, his hand sliding between my legs to rub my oversensitive clit. “That’s it, little one,” he rumbles against my breast, the vibrations making my nipple throb. “Feed your king.”
He rubs slow, teasing circles around my clit while he nurses from me, and the dual sensations send me crashing into another orgasm before I know what’s happening. My milk sprays into his mouth, my hips jerking, my cries filling the room as my magic flares bright and wild around us.
The air shimmers as Nick drinks from me, his mouth sealed around my nipple. Snowflakes spiral from the ceiling, catching the firelight like jewels, and somewhere in the distance, bells chime. A golden glow pulses around us, making my skin tingle.
Nick pulls back and licks lazily around my nipple. When his eyes meet mine, they’re icy blue ringed with molten gold. So beautiful, like a work of art.
He smirks as he reaches for one of the milking nozzles and quickly adjusts the suction to its lowest setting. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he presses it against my clit.
The first pulse of suction makes me scream his name.
It’s intense, but not painful, and I watch, entranced, as the suction pulls my swollen, throbbing clit into the flared tip, sealing around it and sucking it with a gentle, steady rhythm. My back arches so hard I nearly fold in half, my milk letting down in a fresh, tingling rush. Nick groans, his mouth closing back over my nipple, drinking greedily as the machine sucks my clit in time with his mouth.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growls against my breast, his voice ragged. “Your pretty cunt’s dripping, little one. This fat, greedyclit’s begging for more, isn’t it? Even after you came all over my face.” His free hand slides down, fingers spreading my lips, exposing how wet I am. “So fucking sloppy. Your pussy’s soaked, and your tits…” He squeezes my breast, and I watch, moaning, as milk sprays into his mouth. “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Such a good girl, letting me play with what’s meant to be mine.”
The suction of the nozzle makes my clit swell to a new level, and I whimper, my hips jerking. Nick’s fingers circle my entrance, teasing but not entering. “You love this, don’t you? Love being my pretty little milkmaid. Love how beautifully filthy it makes you.”
“I do. I love it. It feels so good. So right.”
“It could be like this all the time, little one. Every day.”
He switches to my other breast, his mouth hot and demanding, and the dual sensations of his lips around my nipple and the machine milking my clit send me soaring. I come with a scream, my back bowing, my milk pouring into his mouth as my pussy spasms wildly. The golden light flares, snowflakes whirling faster, the bells ringing louder, and Nick growls, drinking me down like he can’t get enough.
I’m still shaking when he pulls the nozzle away, the suction giving way with a wet slurping sound. My clit is swollen and dark, throbbing obscenely. He drops to his knees between my legs, his breath hot against my soaked pussy.
“What a fucking sight you are,” he says roughly, his thumb brushing over my clit. I squirm, almost painfully sensitive. “So fat. So puffy.” He presses a kiss to it, his lips soft, reverent. “I could spend all day playing with this clit.”
I whimper, my hips writhing. I can’t decide if I want to chase his touch or run away from it. He pets my swollen, puffy clit with a single finger, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Daddy,” I gasp.
The word slips out before I can stop it, and Nick’s magic flares to life. The fire burns brighter and hotter, the snowflakes turn to gold, and his eyes swirl.
“That’s right, little one.” His voice is low and jagged as he kisses my clit between each word. “Lover.” Kiss. “Protector.” Kiss. “Partner.” Kiss. “King.” His lips seal over me, gently sucking on my clit before releasing me. “Daddy.”
Nick stands and lifts me from the chair like I weigh nothing, his arms cradling me against his broad chest. The fire crackles as he lowers us to the thick fur rug in front of it, arranging me against him so my head rests on his chest. He strokes his hand up and down my spine, pulling me closer, and I cuddle into the solid warmth of him.
Never in my life have I experienced the kind of contentment I’m feeling right now. I feel boneless, safe, and so cherished. My body feels weightless, my skin tingling. I can feel the magic pulsing beneath my skin, reacting to Nick’s touch as he traces patterns over my hip and lower back. The scent of cedar and snow wraps around us, and I feel so utterly precious that I could cry.
This could all be mine, if I choose it. If I claim it. Do I want to say goodbye to my life in Evergreen Valley? I have a business, a home. A life I’ve worked hard to build. And yet all of this…it’s tempting. So, so tempting.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says quietly, his voice warm and deep.
I let out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to leave.” The words—the truth—tumbles out of me before I can stop myself.
His hand stills on my back for a moment, then resumes its slow, worshipful strokes. “Then don’t.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
My heart flips in my chest. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is.” His lips press to my temple. “Stay. Bind yourself to me. Let me love you the way you deserve.”
The words hang between us, shimmering with hope, and it takes me a second to register what he just said. “You…love me?”
His chest rises beneath my cheek as he sighs happily, and the sound of it makes warmth curl through me. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, little one. Since your magic called to mine.” His fingers thread through mine, lifting our joined hands to his lips. “But the choice is yours. Always. I’ll never take that which isn’t freely given.”
I turn my head, pressing my ear to his heartbeat. The steady thump of it is the most comforting sound I’ve ever heard. It hits me then that I do love him. I can feel it in the way my body responds to his touch, in the way my heart aches at the thought of leaving. But the words stick in my throat, held back by fear.
“If I choose the mating bond, what happens, exactly?” I ask.
