Page 128 of Arcane Entanglement

“No touching,” Evander hummed, his insides stretching deliciously around Viggo’s cock.

“You’re such a tease,” the Brute groaned.

Evander panted as he seated himself fully on Viggo’s manhood. He pressed his hands to Viggo’s chest and began rising and falling, his body finding a rhythm he knew would drive them both wild.

Viggo cursed as Evander repeatedly impaled himself on his rigid erection. Evander shuddered, sweat dripping off his chin and splashing on Viggo’s belly, his moans and cries ringing in his ears.

Viggo took over when he finally released his arms. He locked his hands on Evander’s hips and thrust up powerfully until they both climaxed with loud shouts, his expression feral.

It was some time before Evander’s awareness returned.

He realised he’d passed out from the pleasure of his last orgasm.

Viggo had fetched a bowl and towel from the small bathroom adjoining the study and was cleaning him up. They gazed silently at one another as he wiped his own body down and took a blanket and cushions from a sofa.

There was no need for words.

The affection shining in Viggo’s eyes settled over Evander like a warm balm as they made themselves comfortable in front of the dying fire.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his head on Viggo’s chest.

“I love you too.” Viggo pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “Now, sleep.”

And sleep Evander did, the powerful beat of the Brute’s heart lulling him into a dreamless state.

It felt like only minutes had passed when a shrill female scream awakened both of them with a start.

“What the—?!” Viggo sat up abruptly.

Evander looked around. He cursed at the sight of the wide-eyed and red-faced maid standing in the doorway of the study, a log basket in her hands. Chunks of wood clattered noisily to the floor when she dropped the receptacle and dashed out of sight.

“Did you forget to lock the door?” Viggo said.

“I told Hargrove I was not to be disturbed.” Evander pushed up on his elbows, mortified. He froze and winced before carefully lowering himself back down. “That was last night though,” he groaned.

Viggo stared. “That bad huh?”

Evander squinted at him. “Are you laughing?”

“I am not,” Viggo protested in a strangled voice.

Evander gave him as haughty a look as he could summon considering they were both stark naked under the blanket.

“Well, you’re not the one who’s had a battering ram inserted inside his behind all night, sir.”

Viggo guffawed.

Evander punched his thigh and groaned when the movement made his back and his intimate parts twinge even more. Viggo doubled over.

He was still laughing when the voices of Evander’s housekeeper and manservant echoed down the hallway.

“What do you mean, his Grace has been eaten by a beast?!” Mrs. Sinclair said in an irritated voice as she drew closer.

Evander yanked the blanket up to his neck.

“I bet I know what kind of beast it is,” Hargrove piped up in a devilish tone.

“I swear it, Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Hargrove!” the maid whined. “His Grace was as naked as a fresh born lamb?—”