Page 126 of Arcane Entanglement

Viggo froze and straightened.

Evander blinked as he met his guarded stare.

“Should I be worried about the fact that you have that in your desk?”

Evander flushed. “I—I don’t do that kind of thing in here. It was just—” He stopped and chewed his lip, his gaze lowering. “I remembered your promise, is all.”

Viggo drew a sharp breath.

Evander sneaked a look at him from under his lashes. His toes curled at the sight of the Brute’s feverish expression.

Viggo hastily opened the drawer and removed the vial of intimate oil Evander had tucked in there.

“Evander?” the Brute mumbled as he uncorked the bottle with his teeth.

“Yes?” Evander hummed and closed his eyes, his senses focusing on the delicious feel of Viggo’s finger circling his hole.

“I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”

The Brute twisted him around, knelt behind him, and spread his buttocks.

Evander’s mouth rounded on a shocked gasp as Viggo exposed him to the cool night air before flicking him with his tongue. He grasped the edge of the desk with a white-knuckled grip and moaned and cursed as the Brute used his mouth on him for a long, torturous moment.

Viggo climbed to his feet, his breathing loud and fast.

The musky smell of the oil hit Evander’s nostrils as the Brute poured a generous amount in his hand. He shivered when cool drops anointed his entrance. Then Viggo’s fingers were warming him, rubbing and circling with brisk motions before slipping inside.

Evander arched his spine and dropped his head back on a guttural moan as Viggo worked him open.

It wasn’t long before the Brute crowded his back and pressed his cock to Evander’s opening. They both groaned when he pushed inside, Evander shivering at the delicious penetration.

Sweat dripped off his nose as Viggo slowly filled him up, the sensation of fullness so exquisite Evander almost came there and then. He hissed when Viggo reached the tightest part of him, the sting and burn making him stiffen.

Viggo pressed soft kisses to his nape and worked his hand around his body.

Evander whimpered as the Brute started working his aching manhood.

Viggo waited until Evander was writhing and rocking his hips in pleasure before punching all the way to the hilt in a single thrust.

They both stilled, their pants echoing around the room.

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“Fuck!”Viggo growled. “You feel so good!”

He sank his teeth in Evander’s shoulder, withdrew, and plunged back in.

Stars exploded in front of Evander’s eyes as Viggo’s cock hit the pleasure spot inside him. He came with sweet violence in Viggo’s hand, his body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably, his breaths hiccupping through his throat.

Viggo swore as Evander’s climax squeezed his shaft.

Then he was moving, one hand locked tight on Evander’s hip so he could control the angle of penetration while the other cupped Evander’s balls and teased his dripping manhood.

Evander moaned and groaned as he swayed under the Brute’s powerful thrusts, the sting of his ardent possession lost in the mind-numbing pleasure he was delivering with every slick move of his cock. He knew he would be sore tomorrow but he was past caring right now.

Viggo waited until Evander came again before pulling out and turning him so he could push him down on the desk. He hooked Evander’s legs around his waist and punched back inside his body with a curse.

Evander bit his lip as the new position allowed their eyes to meet.