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“You’re staring.”A flush crept up Evander’s neck.

“I did say I intended to watch you,” Viggo countered, his voice husky with lust.“And why wouldn’t I?You’re magnificent.”

Evander dropped his gaze shyly.The dichotomy that was the powerful and bewitchingly handsome Duke of Ravenwood, an Archmage as fearsome as he was an outstanding Special Arcane Investigator, blushing under Viggo’s attention sent a rush of tenderness through him that only heightened his arousal.

He had not planned this particular scenario when he’d pocketed the enchanted sex toy earlier that evening.But discovering the Duke’s secret had awakened something primitive in him.Something possessive and wholeheartedly carnal.

“Continue,” Viggo instructed, struggling to remain composed.“Take off everything, your Grace.”

Evander’s chest shuddered as he rose to remove his trousers, every seductive move exposing his beautiful, toned flesh.Viggo’s hands clenched on the armrests as more of the mage’s body was revealed, including the delectably stiff manhood nestled amidst his dark curls and the shadowy space underneath his balls.

The Brute’s cock strained painfully against his own trousers as Evander sat back on the bed, completely exposed.

“The oil is in the drawer.”Viggo nodded towards the toy.“Now, show me how you use it when I’m not here.”

The enchanted device gleamed in the low light, the crystal and brass phallus-shaped construction elegant despite its purpose, the magical enhancements it contained apparently making it more than a mere pleasure object.

Evander swallowed and retrieved the vial of oil before settling back against the pillows, his cock rising proudly against his quivering belly.Viggo’s heart pounded as he uncorked the bottle, the musky scent filling the space between them.Evander coated his fingers generously and hesitated.

“Do you really want to watch this?”he asked, uncertainty flickering across his features.

“More than anything,” Viggo confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Evander licked his lips, his expression telling Viggo he liked his answer.

To the Brute’s surprise, the mage started with his nipples first.He pinched and twisted and pulled the hard nubs until his manhood leaked and twitched uncontrollably, his breathing ragged and his eyes bright as he held Viggo’s gaze.He worked his hands down his body and lavished his cock with attention next, his fingers working his flesh with achingly slow caresses that inflamed his nerve endings.

Evander’s eyelids fluttered closed when he reached down between his spread legs.He bent his knees, giving Viggo an unobstructed view of his taint and hole.

Viggo’s mouth went dry at the sight of the mage’s slender fingers circling his twitching entrance.

Evander dropped his head back and moaned as he teased himself with feather-light touches, rubbing and circling the tight folds guarding his passage until they softened.

A soft gasp escaped his lips when he pressed one finger inside.

Viggo fought against the urge to join him on the bed immediately, to replace that elegant finger with his own cock.Instead, he remained seated, committing every detail to memory—the way Evander’s chest rose and fell with his quickening breaths, the flush spreading across his skin, the way he bit his lip as he added a second finger.

“Is this how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone?”Viggo could barely recognise his own voice.It was so guttural with need he was fairly certain he would soon embarrass himself.

Evander opened eyes that were dark with desire.“Sometimes,” he admitted on a low moan, fingers working his entrance with slick motions that sent his hips dancing sensuously off the bed.“When I’m thinking of you.”

The confession sent heat rushing through Viggo’s veins.He watched as Evander worked himself open with practiced movements, his cock hard against his stomach, the moisture glistening at the tip oozing down his trembling shaft and pooling at the base.

Viggo swallowed convulsively and sat back in the chair.He spread his legs, reached down, and unfastened his trousers, his movements uncontrolled in his fevered state.He groaned when he finally freed his throbbing cock.

“The toy, your Grace,” Viggo ordered gruffly as he started rubbing himself briskly.“Put in inside you.Now.”

Evander licked his lips and dragged his gaze from Viggo’s manhood, his mouth open with shallow pants and his pupils round with carnal passion.He reached for the enchanted device and coated it liberally with the love oil.

Viggo’s breath caught as the mage positioned it against his entrance.The crystal at the base began glowing faintly when it touched Evander’s skin.

“It responds to body heat.”The mage hissed as he teased himself with the bulbous head of the device.“And desire.”

He pushed the toy inside slowly, his back arching off the bed as it began filling him.Viggo’s own arousal throbbed painfully in his grip as he watched Evander slowly take the full length of the device.

The mage groaned, belly contracting hungrily when the toy was fully seated inside him.He touched the base and cursed as the crystal pulsed brighter.The mechanical components within began to move, mimicking the thrusts of the male sex.

Evander cried out as the device impaled him over and over.He let go and fisted his hands in the sheets, the toy varying its enchanted rhythm, depth, and angle of penetration to match his needs as magic kept it inside his body.