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“A while? Why?”

“Because he’s been obsessed with her for years.”

I’d overheard their discussion that had touched on their childhood friendship, but I obviously wasn’t privy to all of the details there.

“Is she just a toy to him, then?”

“I didn’t think so, but… this… I’m not sure now.”

“Are you just a toy to him?”

“I… no.”

“You’re not even sure.”

I closed the distance between us and trailed my hand up his thigh. “Do you think you’d be just a toy to him if he wasn’t the only one you could play around with? If he, alone, didn’t have that power over you? If you didn’t need him more than he needed you?”

He gasped and dropped his gaze to my palm sliding up his thigh.

“He’s my friend. He’s been there for me.”

“And now he’s using you to come at me. He just endangered you.”

“You’re not exhibiting any danger or threat toward me.”

“But I could have been. You’re fortunate that I can recognize that you’re not at fault here with this foolish move you’ve made against me.” I brushed my knuckles over his cock. “And that I find you undeniably appealing.”

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, when I brushed my knuckles over him again.

“Yeah, you’re so hard, and I’ve only teased you so far. Do you want me to stop?”

He gazed up into my eyes, his aflame with his blue fire. “This really isn’t affecting you? Because I’m not in control at all right now, or—”

I brushed my fingers over his pouty lips. “I swear to you, I’m immune to Incubi and all other magical mind-meddling.”

He looked so relieved and so incredibly grateful that it was heartbreaking.

I considered stopping where this was ramping up to, but then he gave me a resounding answer to my question by opening his pants and pulling his rock-hard cock out.

“Mmm, you’re certainly well-equipped.”

His gaze became focused on my fingers as I opened my own pants and reached in and pulled my cock out for his viewing pleasure.

“Holy… damn,” he choked at my size. Well, it was a little more than that.

“Have at it,” I invited him.

He reached out and tentatively brushed his fingers over my shaft, tracing the red and black scales. “Fuck, it’s… ribbed.”

“Essentially.”

I rolled my hips and he removed his hand, so my cock slid right along his, roughing up his shaft.

“Oh, damn,” he breathed, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Yeah… ungh… more.”

I shoved my thigh between his, then angled my cock a whole lot better, then clamped my hand over both our lengths and rocked into him.

Whines of desperate need spilled from him, and I picked up the pace and grasped his nape with my free hand, running my tongue along his throat and teasing him.