Page 57 of Arcane Entanglement

Not so composed after all.

The colour rising in Evander’s cheeks and the awareness darkening his eyes told the Brute the mage was as conscious of him as he was.

“I came to talk. And I’m a Brute. You of all people should know magic doesn’t work on me.”

He knew he’d said the wrong thing when Evander’s mouth thinned.

“I’m an Archmage,” he said icily. “My magic isn’t exactly ordinary.”

“Then, that must make me a very special Brute.”

This answer seemed to irk Evander even more. The mage scowled.

“Do you make it a habit of spying on the people you wish to talk to when they bathe, Mr. Stonewall?” He rose without waiting for an answer, water cascading off his gleaming body.

Viggo nearly swallowed his tongue, the vision that was Evander in that moment threatening to unravel the last threads of his sanity.

The mage flushed at his hungry stare.

He climbed out and reached hastily for the towel robe hanging on the free standing rack beside the tub, but not before Viggo glimpsed his swelling cock.

His arousal made Viggo conscious the only thing masking his own raging erection was his coat. And it confirmed what he’d suspected all along.

Evander felt the same beguiling pull he did. And he seemed just as helpless in the face of it as Viggo was.

“Not usually,” Viggo finally managed. “I was hiding from your manservant.”

Evander’s hands stilled on the towel he was using to dry his face and hair. “How long have you been here?”

Viggo tried not to fidget at his suspicious tone. “A little while,” he confessed sheepishly.

Evander drew a sharp breath. “So, you were—watching the whole time?! While I got undressed and showered?!” Indignation raised the pitch of his voice.

Viggo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I should apologise but I don’t want to.”

Evander opened and closed his mouth silently.

“What?” he finally mumbled. “Why?!”

Viggo decided there and then that honesty was going to be the best policy when it came to dealing with this man.

“Because I want you,” he said quietly. “I want you like I’ve never wanted another in my entire life.”

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Evander’s breathlocked in his throat.

He could hardly believe Viggo was here in the flesh, in his home, and talking to him. Not just talking to him but looking at him with eyes that burned with barely suppressed desire instead of the rage he deserved.

“You—what?!” he stammered.

Evander knew he sounded like a blithering idiot, but he couldn’t help it. The situation he currently found himself in was so surreal he wanted to pinch himself.

A smile tugged at Viggo’s lips. It evidently amused him to see Evander all hot and flustered.

And not just flustered.

Evander’s cock throbbed between his thighs, a painful reminder that it had been ages since he’d last relieved himself.