Chapter 37: Chapter THIRTY SEVEN

"Fighting them won't wake Arry," Lily was scolding the sorcerer as she cleaned the wound that covered his shoulder.

"Especially if it's to get your ass kicked," Ethan said dismissively.

Mia couldn't resist giving her companion a light nudge in the ribs, to which he responded with an annoyed look. She had to admit that it was stupid of Andrei to start a fight under those conditions, but she couldn't explain the Vila's new contempt for Arry's boyfriend. Admittedly, Ethan had never particularly seemed to get along with him, but she had always chalked it up to indifference. One thing was certain, something had changed in his perception of the wounded man. Was it related to the intervention of the wolf? She had whispered a few sentences to him, Mia was sure of it. The blonde had immediately recognized the young woman who had tipped her off in the lobby a few weeks earlier and that piqued her curiosity even more. She had wanted to ask the question when Ethan returned, but he had made it clear to her with a look that the subject would be discussed later. Everything suggested that the discussion involved the wizard, and judging by Ethan's attitude, it was not in his favor.

"I know, but it pisses me off to see them go unpunished!" grumbled Andrei, clenching his fists.

Lily sighed as she grabbed a small jar filled with cream which she hastened to spread on the young man's wound. His dismay and anger were understandable, but his actions were still reprehensible. Even if werewolves were responsible for Arry's condition, this was not the time for a personal vendetta.

It's useless to heat the spirits more than necessary before the tournament, thought Mia, it's not as if we weren't already expecting drama without that.

"And how do you know it's them?" Ethan questioned casually.

Andrei jumped before turning to the Vila, his jaw clenched. He seemed annoyed by the verbal interventions of his interlocutor and did not hide it.

"Who else could it be?!" Andrei roared defensively.

Ethan shrugged impassively, which only made the wizard angry.

"Come on, you're not going to get into it too!" Lily grumbled at the Vila, glancing furtively at Mia.

The blonde sighed before grabbing Ethan's hand. The fairy's gaze couldn't be clearer: "get him out of here before this gets out of hand". A request that Mia accepted with relief since the tension in the room was beginning to weigh on her. So she dragged the Vila to the bedroom door and reluctantly released his hand. With the little physical contact, they exchanged these last days, to feel his skin against hers, even if it was only his hand, was a small source of welcome comfort. After closing the door behind them, Mia rushed forward, her curiosity returning at a gallop. Since they were finally alone, Ethan could explain himself.

"What's with the attitude?" What did she tell you ?"

"Come on," he ordered, leading the way.

They hastily joined his bedroom, sheltered from prying eyes and ears. Mia threw herself on the bed, belly against the mattress, and circled her arms around the Vila's pillow, inhaling his scent. It had quickly become a habit, as much to calm her frustration as for the reassuring side that it brought her. Ethan never commented, but she could see in his eyes that he liked the gesture. He sat down on the edge of the bed, palms back to support the weight of his body, and sighed. She didn't have to be very observant to see that he was tense. His tense shoulders were as hard as rocks.

"She told me it wasn't them, and that we should be careful of Andrei."

"Of Andrei? Really?" Mia exclaimed as she stood up, kneeling behind the Vila. "Why? Do you believe her?"

"I don't know," he replied, exhaling deeply. "She thinks it's weird that he's looking for trouble so much."

Mia thought for a moment, but her mind refused to believe there was anything strange in the magician's reaction. After all, his girlfriend had been attacked. It was normal to seek to make the presumed culprits pay, even if it was neither the right place nor the right time.

"I don't see what's weird about it. He is sad and angry, it seems rather legitimate to me."

"How can he be so sure it was them?"

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"Hm... logical deduction given recent events?" she tried with an argument she also supported.

"I don't know... It's driving me crazy, I feel like we're missing something," he sighed, burying his head in his hands to caress his temples.

Mia hesitated for a moment before resting her palms on Ethan's shoulders. When he didn't react, she started massaging him weakly. She would have preferred to be able to feel the touch of his skin and not the fabric of his shirt, but she didn't want to push her luck. As she had guessed from a look, he was particularly tense. She had never been particularly good at finding tension points, having had few opportunities to improve her massage skills, but you didn't have to be an expert to find the tension nodes of his back. His muscles were fully tense, and she could distinctly feel the nerve balls beneath her fingers. A real massage might just be what he needed right now.

"Lie down," she commanded him, pointing to the bed. "And take off your shirt."

He complied without flinching by placing his bare stomach against the mattress. Mia, at first surprised that he didn't challenge her order, ended up sitting on his lower back, smiling mischievously. If she had known that a massage didn't fall within the rules of "avoiding sensual contact as much as possible," she would have offered one much sooner. Or else, the Vila was so tense that refusing a little relaxation was unthinkable to him.

It doesn't matter, in any case, it's fine with me, she sneered inwardly, placing her fingers on Ethan's shoulders again.

She first tested a low pressure before increasing by noting that she could go free. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his shoulder blades, tracing his spine, then continued their way to his lower back. She moved back a few centimeters to sit on the Vila's buttocks and massage his lower back. She even allowed herself to slip her thumbs under the elastic of his underwear to feel the birth of his buttocks, snatching a grunt from the young man. Chuckling quietly, she wisely placed her hands back on his shoulders. As her fingers caressed his back, the massage gradually turned into torture. The electric contact of his skin against hers and his always so intoxicating smell began to give birth to a cloud of butterflies in her lower abdomen. This made her organ of pleasure particularly sensitive, pushing her unconsciously to exaggerate her movements of the pelvis when she moved back and forth between his shoulder blades and his lower back. Discreetly, as if not to frighten him, she lowered her body to place her lips against his neck, triggering shivers on the Vila's skin. He groaned again, but she ignored him this time and continued placing kisses along his trapeze. At the end of the sixth, he pushed her to turn onto his back and grabbed her face with his hands, pulling her closer to capture her lips in the process.

"Was it really necessary?" he asked, whispering against her mouth.

"Hm, it was totally innocent, not my fault if that's enough to excite you," she replied mischievously, taking care to consolidate her sitting position on the incipient erection of the Vila by displaying an angelic pout.

Before she could add anything, Ethan circled his arms around her waist and turned their bodies so she was underneath him. He stifled the blonde's exclamation of surprise with his lips before pulling away from her again. Then he simply backed off, leaving Mia disappointed. She should have known he was going to cut their interaction short since she hadn't consented to bond yet, but the rejection still left her with a bitter taste.

She didn't have time to show her disappointment, however, as he abruptly grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, placing the blonde's legs on his shoulders as he knelt against the wooden floor. Rolling up the hem of her dress, he slipped his fingers into her panties and pulled them up, lifting the young woman's legs to let them pass.

"What the... Oh," she exclaimed, blushing when the Vila's tongue landed on her lower lips, sliding over her clitoris.

After two or three well-placed licks to show his intentions, he pulled his head back and slipped the tip of a finger into her privacy to pull it out immediately. He presented it to the blonde, a sarcastic smile on his lips. His finger was soaked.

"Totally innocent?"

She could lie as much as she wanted, her body had already betrayed her by abundantly lubricating the entrance to her sacred lair, long before he deposited his tongue there. Seeing him bring his finger to his mouth to taste her intimate fluid only amplified this betrayal. She muttered a "shut up" before encircling his neck with her legs and pushing his head towards her crotch to make him continue what he had started a few seconds before. He giggled and complied vigorously.

With a few circular movements of her tongue, Mia's body was already on fire. Between her unresolved frustration and the time since her last intercourse which was starting to date from a long time ago, it didn't take long for her to start moaning and accompanying the rhythm of his tongue with her pelvic movements. When he inserted two fingers inside her, she thought for a moment that her sanity was going to fail her. After a few coordinated movements, it didn't take long for a wave of pleasure to explode through her body, making her back arch and her limbs jerk. A veritable firework exploded in her lower abdomen.

When she found herself panting, Ethan stepped back, freeing her legs. He stood up, licking his lips, erasing the traces of their activity. His gaze, black with desire, was nearly enough to rekindle the fire in Mia's lower abdomen, but he turned away from her with a sigh, taking a seat in the armchair of his office. He had already resigned himself to not going any further."' Calmed you down?" he inquired sourly, gritting his teeth.

Mia simply nodded yes, unsure of how she was supposed to react to the Vila's semi-aggressive tone. She couldn't blame him for being frustrated, but she was still amazed at the control he was able to exert over himself. Self-control that she struggled to deploy herself. She watched him calm down, inhaling and exhaling for a long time, the operation lasting a few minutes at most.

Needless to say that if he had continued I would surely have consented to the bond...

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