Page 15 of Milk
“I choose you, Nick. I…” I swallow, and he’s looking at me with such utter devotion that I never want this moment to end. “I love you.”
Nick’s huge hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones with an aching tenderness. His breath is warm against my lips, and when he finally kisses me, it’s soft and slow. Unhurried. A promise and a beginning, all in one.
I sway into him, my fingers curling into the front of his coat. His beard rasps against my skin, his lips firm and warm as they coax mine open. The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against mine, and something inside me starts to unravel. My nipples tighten, aching, and then my milk starts to leak, soaking into the fabric of my sweater.
Nick groans into my mouth, his fingers threading into my hair. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. “My queen. My Winter Maiden. Mine.”
The air around us shimmers, snowflakes spiraling lazily from the ceiling, catching the light like sequins. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wraps around us, the magic in the air palpable. Nick’s hands slide down, one palming my breast through my sweater, his thumb circling my nipple. I whimper, arching into his touch, and he swallows the sound with anotherkiss, this one dirty, his tongue fucking into my mouth like he owns it.
He breaks the kiss with a pained groan. “I can’t wait to drink from you while I’m inside you, little one,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. “To claim you, fully and completely.”
I nod, my body lighting up at his words. I want that too, so very badly.
“Are you ready?” he asks, stroking his thumbs over my cheeks. I nod, fingers still curled in his coat. “Then let’s go home.” He lifts one hand and snaps his fingers, and we’re enveloped in a swirl of snow flakes, sleigh bells jingling as my mate whisks us to the North Pole.
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Nick
Holly and I appear in a glade in the sacred forest. The silver trees are coated in frost, and above us, the aurora borealis flickers in the sky, tinging everything with shades of pink and green. The snow crunches beneath our boots, breath fogging the air between us. I summon my magic with ease and feel it pulse out of me.
“Look up,” I say to Holly, who’s still clinging to me. She does, and gasps when she sees the shooting star whiz by. “That’s the star of the Winter Queen. It only appears when the mating ceremony is about to take place, or when a baby is born.”
She looks up at me with love, and devotion, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her, from fondling her massive breasts. She’s so delicious. So sweet and precious. So beautiful and open.
And she’s mine.
Slowly, Fae elders enter the glade, nodding in approval at me and Holly. Magic appears in the clearing, silky wisps of it floating in the air like gauze. The animals gather around, heads bowed low in reverence. The branches of the silver trees tinkle,and bells jingle softly. Candles swim in the air, flickering in the gentle breeze.
“The Winter Queen has arrived,” I say, my voice solemn despite my grin. “She has accepted the mating bond.”
The elders all bow in reverence to her, and she blushes so prettily that I want to say fuck the ceremony and carry her off to my bedroom right now.
The head of the Fae council of elders steps forward. “Then they shall be mated,” he says, his voice deep and resonant, echoing out across the clearing. His staff is made of gnarled oak and wrapped in ivy, and I watch as he lifts it and sweeps it through the air as he moves closer, and the magic me hits like a gust of wind.
My coat materializes first. It’s a deep red velvet, intricately embroidered in green and gold thread, and open over my bare chest. It’s trimmed in regal, luxurious white fur. My crown settles onto my brow. It’s cold and heavy, but I don’t mind. For the first time, I feel truly worthy of it with Holly by my side.
Holly gasps, fingers flying to her chest as her gown weaves itself around her. The shimmery white fabric clings to her every curve, the bodice dipping low enough to make my cock throb. The semi-sheer panels of fabric over her breasts do nothing to hide the dark pink of her nipples, already tight, already leaking, a damp patch spreading where the milk beads. The red velvet ribbon beneath her tits pushes them up, making my mouth water.
She’s so stunningly beautiful that my knees nearly buckle. She is radiant. And I know it’s not just because of the magic. It’s because she feels the same joy, the same hope, the same love that I’m feeling right now.
I step forward, unable to stop myself from reaching for her. As I do, her crown appears on her head, a smaller, more delicate version of mine. It’s made of silver, with intricate snowflakesengraved all around it. It catches the light, shining brightly, and pride fills my chest, making it tight. I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her close. “You’re everything I could’ve ever hoped for,” I whisper, thumb brushing the underside of her breast where the ribbon ties. She whimpers softly. “And so much more.”
An ice altar rises in front of us, smooth as glass, carved with runes that pulse a soft blue. I take Holly’s trembling hands in mine, and despite her nerves, her grip is sure. Trusting. The elder’s voice rings out around the clearing, the old words settling into my bones. Changing me. Making me new.
“By milk and frost, by hearth and storm…”
Her breath stutters in her chest, and I can sense how overwhelming this is for her. I squeeze her hands, thumbs tracing the delicate veins at her wrists. The magic between us thickens, a living thing, coiling around our joined fingers like ribbon.
“…bind flesh to fate, mortal to king.” The elder waves his staff through the air, and magic sparkles float out around it in shades of red and green. “You may now speak the sacred vows.” He nods at Holly, and I know he’s giving her the words she needs to say. She gasps softly as she hears his voice in her head. But then she nods, resolute, brave.
She swallows, her pulse fluttering against my fingers. Then she lifts her chin, green eyes bright with unshed tears, and says her vow.
“I give you my hands, my heart, my milk, my magic.”
The words hit me right in the center of my chest. When I speak, my voice is rough and ragged with emotion.
“I give you my kingdom, my power, my body, my soul.”
