Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

The Last One

POV: Third Person

Milo returned to Estella's room. She was laying comfortably in her bed where he'd left her, gently stroking Henry as he panted, his tongue lazily hanging out of his mouth.

Milo reached out to scratch him behind the ears.

"Good job, buddy." He cooed to the dog, as Henry nuzzled his head into Milo's hand.

Estella released a sigh and a hum, in comfortable catharsis, as her eyes began to become heavy.

Milo crawled into her bed and wrapped himself around her, she cuddled into his chest as he held her and stroked her hair.

Henry wandered off to his bed, after a job well done, he was ready to lapse into his nightly coma.

"Milo?" She voiced, in a rasp of sleepiness.

"Shh..." He hushed her, comfortingly. "I'm here, baby.

"They didn't hurt me. Not really." She said, softly.

"Yeah, they did, baby. They might not have gotten to finish what they started, but they did hurt you." I replied, with a slight tone of anger.

"I fainted. They cornered me and I..." Estella began to explain, and he heard a hint of shame in her words.

"Hey." He cooed, softly. "You did nothing wrong." He tilted her chin to look up at him as he held her. "You hear me?"

She nodded.

"Say it, Estella. I need to know that you understand that." Milo entreated.

"I did nothing wrong." She parroted with a sigh, curling into him closer.

"Thank you. That's my girl." He whispered.

And he began to hear deep breaths being released from the tired girl's nose and mouth, she'd finally let go and fallen asleep.

Milo was struggling, and his mind was racing with what if's. He was beyond tired, but he couldn't help thinking about what might of happened, what might still happen.

Will she have to go to court, or something? Will they come after her again?

He wanted to scoop her up and run away, far away from this. But, he knew they couldn't run away from their fears. He looked over at her alarm clock, it was a little after midnight. Eventually, he lost the will to continue his obsessive thinking, and passed out from sheer physical exhaustion.

POV: Milo

"Hmm..." I felt a soft groan escape my throat.

I hadn't opened my eyes, my mind still in that limbo place between asleep and awake. Before I could register anything, my brain felt a flood of pleasant chemicals, and my body soon followed. I raised my hips, feeling the ache of need flow throw me, and I wanted more.

I finally peeled open my eyes, and let them wander next to me. My beautiful girl looking back, as she was stroking me agonizingly soft and slow.

I shuttered as lust began hitting me in waves. However, my anxiety started to creep in, and filled my mind with thoughts and memories of the night before. I looked over at the clock once again, it was 5:00am and still dark outside. Despite every nerve in my body screaming at me, I gently pushed her hand away from between my thighs.

"Baby...What are you doing?" I asked carefully, resting my forehead against hers.

"I wanted to make you feel good." She shrugged, speaking softly.

"You always make me feel good, Princess." I replied, amorously. "But, you don't have to think about that now. I just want to be near you. I'm fine."