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I glance down at the sorcerer and take in his ferocious, violent beauty. My heart is beating fast, so fast, and I feel vulnerable.

“This is just for tonight,” I say, watching him carefully. “It won’t be a regular thing.”

“Of course,” Memnon says smoothly, his gaze unfaltering. I should be skeptical of his easy agreement after all his earlier demands, but honestly, I want this too bad to peer closely at his reasons.

Just for tonight,I repeat to myself silently.Just because of the brew.

“Now,” Memnon says, running a hand up and down my outer thigh, “will you let me taste you?”

“Yes.”

I’ve barely gotten the word out when Memnon’s mouth is on me.

I gasp as his lips move against me, my hold tightening on him, and I’m rising, rising, rising?—

“Memnon!” I cry out as I come.

He continues eating me out as I come, and holy fucking Goddess, it’s too much. I make tormented, helpless noises.

“If you think I’m stopping just because you came quick,” he says against me, “here’s your notice—I’m not.”

I don’t know whether to curse him or thank him, because no sooner has my orgasm begun to ebb than my arousal comes roaring back.

Memnon teases all my sensitive spots before slipping a tongue in me. I moan, pressing my core closer to his mouth. My world has come down to the point of contact where Memnon’s mouth meets my pussy.

“Tastes like fucking ambrosia, mate,” he says as he works me with his mouth. The man eats me out with a hunger reserved for starving men, his hands kneading my thighs.

His mouth moves to my clit, and he ismerciless. I move against his face, grinding against him like he wanted me to, my body desperate for more. I pinch my eyes shut, leaning my head back against the rough tree bark, writhing against him as sensation rapidly builds in me all over again.

Before it can pitch me over the edge, Memnon moves away from my pussy, lowering me.

I cry out at the loss of his touch, my eyes opening.

The sorcerer’s own eyes are taking in every inch of my face like he’s committing it to memory. “Do you still want me,est amage?” he asks when we’re at eye level.

I nod, my core feeling painfully empty.

“Then command me,” he says.

“I want you inside me.”

He gives his head a shake. “Commandme.”

I hesitate, searching his gaze. I don’t want to take the sorcerer’s agency from him, and my orders do just that. Yet hewantsmy commands pressed onto him, I think. I think his demand for themishis consent.

My hand drifts to his neck, where my snarling familiar is inked on his skin. I trace the lines of it. “If you don’t like anything I order you to do, say ‘Ferox,’” I whisper.

Cannot believe we’re about to have the sort of sex that requires safe words.

Memnon’s eyes shine. “All right, Empress, I can do that. Now,commandme.”

I wet my lips, then lift my chin. “Fuck me, Memnon.”

“That’s my queen.”

He spreads my thighs, lining us up. I can feel his heavy, throbbing cock at my entrance.

Memnon pauses. “This changes things.”