Page 127 of Arcane Entanglement

Viggo watched him with fierce intensity as he made love to him, as if he were imprinting every second of this moment in his mind.

Evander squeezed his insides and laughed shakily when Viggo grimaced and let rip a particularly foul curse. His breath caught as Viggo grabbed the underside of his right knee and straightened his leg so he could drop his ankle on his shoulder.

Heat scorched Evander’s cheeks, the new position exposing him to Viggo’s hungry stare. He trembled when Viggo caressed his stretched rim with a thumb.

“I could stay inside you all day,” Viggo whispered reverently.

He turned his head and kissed Evander’s calf, his face flushed with passion as he stared into his eyes.

Evander lost track of time as Viggo made love to him, the desk shaking and rocking beneath them.

The way Viggo’s neck muscles corded and his face took on a glazed expression as he finally neared his climax had Evander’s breath catching. The Brute’s fingers tightened painfully on Evander’s waist, fixing him to the table so he could ram his swollen cock inside him with erratic thrusts.

Viggo exploded inside Evander with an animal sound of satisfaction that made his heart throb and his soul sing. The Brute’s orgasm tipped him over the edge once more, his insides contracting and his body convulsing jerkily until he was limp and loose-limbed with pleasure in the Brute’s strong arms.

Evander’s eyes fluttered open when Viggo pulled out gently. He bit his lip as the Brute stared at the place he’d thoroughly ravaged. A shiver shook him when he touched him there.

“Do you think you can go again?” Viggo asked, his fervent gaze finding Evander’s.

Evander blinked. “Huh?”

His pulse stuttered when he looked down and saw the Brute’s cock.

Viggo was still rock hard.

Evander didn’t know whether to cry or lick his lips.

It seemed the rumour that Brutes had an insatiable appetite in the bedroom had not been exaggerated.

The decision was taken out of his hands when Viggo kissed him. He melted in his embrace, barely aware of the Brute picking him off the desk.

Evander found himself on his feet and facing the wall a moment later.

Viggo nibbled on his left ear. “I’ve fantasised about fucking you against these bookshelves ever since I first saw them.”

Evander’s cock instantly hardened at that. “You did?” He tilted his head to the side, giving Viggo access to his neck.

“Ah-huh.” Viggo kissed and bit his flesh.

He nudged Evander’s ankles wide apart, spread his buttocks, and impaled him with a ragged sigh.

Evander’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as the Brute filled him to the hilt, the new angle providing a different kind of stimulation to his pleasantly used insides.

“Viggo?”

“Yes?”

Evander gave the Brute a hooded look over his shoulder. “I fantasised about this too.”

Viggo blinked. Then his hands were on Evander’s hips and he coaxed Evander’s willing body into a wicked dance that had him moaning and gasping and cursing until he painted the floor with his seed, the bookshelves rattling under the force of their frenzied love making.

They moved to the rug in front of the fire next.

Viggo’s eyes widened a little when Evander pushed him on his back and took control. The Brute surrendered willingly, his groans and breathless gasps soon filling the room. The sounds Viggo made echoed sweetly in Evander’s ears as he used his fingers and mouth and tongue to explore the Brute’s body the way he’d wanted to for days, learning what brought him the most pleasure.

Viggo licked his lips when Evander stopped suckling his cock and straddled him.

He stared breathlessly as Evander squatted above his rigid shaft and sank down slowly, hips rocking and a teasing smile playing on his lips as he took him in inch by slow inch. Viggo raised his hands to hasten the process, only to have his arms pinned above his head by Evander’s wind magic.