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I had to admit watching this strong, massive man, who could snap me like a twig, give complete control over me was a heady feeling. I watched Gage with hooded eyes as he moved to the center of the bed. He laid flat on his back, his eyes up at the ceiling.

I released a bit of my control, letting him move his eyes where he willed as I knelt at his feet.

I could have used my magic to undress him, but there was something so intimate about taking someone’s clothes off for the first time. I wanted to savor every moment of it, not sour it with magic.

My fingers unlaced one boot and then the others, my eyes locked on Gage’s where he watched my every movement. I could let him speak and move on his own, using persuasion to have him do what I want rather than complete control.

But this was what he wanted. He needed us to be even, and I wasn’t about to deny him that desire.

The front of my dress dipped, Gage’s eyes following the exposed skin. The side of my lip ticked up as I leaned over his waist, my mouth pressing to the dark line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. My eyes flickered to his, my fingers making quick work on the buttons on his pants.

“Lift,” I murmured quietly.

Gage’s hips arched up. My mouth watered with each inch of him that came into view. The length and girth of him had my pulse racing. My body warmed, softening at the thought of having inside of me.

With the mage stripped bare, I straddled his lower legs as I brought my face down to his impressive length. My eyes locked with Gage’s dark ones as I lowered my mouth to kiss softly along the ridged flesh of his cock. I brushed against the tip of him, knowing he couldn’t do anything but take what little or as much as I gave him.

I wanted to hear him beg. To have him at the edge but unable to come. If he wanted punishment, I was more than willing to give it to him.

Unable to thrust into my mouth, he had to stay completely still while I lowered my mouth over the head of him. I sucked him tightly into my mouth before releasing him with a pop and a coy smile. “I bet you’re regretting your decision about now.”

I sat up, one hand playing lightly with the length of him while the other dragged the neck of my gown over one shoulder. I pulled that arm out and then switched hands before doing the same thing with the other.

Gage’s eyes went from my hand to my breasts. The hunger and desperation burned along my skin, making my nipples pebble.

“You know,” I leaned forward, my breasts hanging over him so that the tips brushed along his stomach, “I could fuck you just like this, You would feel me but wouldn’t get to watch.” I pressed an open mouth kiss to his abs before grinning up at him. “But I’m a benevolent queen.”

I whipped the dress over my head, leaving me bare and hovering over his length. “I would hate to rob you of seeing me take every,” I sank down onto the tip of him and groaned, “single,” another inch disappeared inside of me, “inch.” I gasped as I thrust myself all the way down onto him.

Blinking at him, I breathed heavily, allowing myself to adjust to the size of him. My hips rolled, and I felt every long thick inch of him bumping against the end of me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I arched myself forward slowly before sinking back onto him with one long stroke. A ragged cry of pleasure ripped from me. My nails biting into the flesh of his pecs.

“Gage, ah, so good,” I cried out again, my head falling back as I rode him.

My eyes locked with his, and I could see the desperation in his gaze. I picked up his hands and placed them on my hips, releasing just a little bit of him from the magic. “Make me come, and I might let you come, too.”

The veins in Gage’s neck flexed, his jaw tightening. I want to hear his voice, hear him beg for it, but not yet.

As soon as my magic released their hold on his hands, Gage gripped my hips and lifted me up, shifting me to a different angle before slamming me back down on his cock.

A loud screech ripped from my throat. He did the motion over and over again, hitting a place in me that made my legs wobble and liquid to come gushing out of me.

Gage continued to rock me over his length, even as I collapsed on top of him. The door creaked open, and a startled gasp dragged my head to look over my shoulder.

“Shit, sorry,” Adam muttered, stepping back to shut the door.

“Wait.”

Adam paused at my voice, his eyes lifting to the ceiling before slowly moving back to where I pushed back up into a sitting position. Gage stopped moving me, his eyes locking on the man behind us.

“Stay,” I commanded, almost a question. I jerked my chin at the chair next to the bed. “You can make sure that I don’t overstep.” I smirked down at Gage, rolling my hips on him once more as I locked his hands back down.

There was a moment of hesitation before the door clipped shut and Adam sat on the empty leather chair. He pulled out his little red book, pretending as if he wasn’t looking.

My hips undulated against Gage, enjoying Adam’s attention that darted from his book to me every few moments.

After a moment, his gaze took in our position and the unnatural stiffness of Gage’s body and he frowned. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s being punished.” I gave a coy smile, sliding my hands up his abs and chest before dragging my nails back down them, his muscles twitching under my hands.

Adam’s throat bobbed, his expression torn between concern and desire as watched me start to ride Gage once more. “Should I be stopping this?”

Assuaging his concern, I released Gage’s voice allowing him to speak. “Adam, if you don’t shut the fuck up, she’s not going to let me come.”

“You want to come?” I moaned, cupping my breast before slipping a finger down to my clit, rubbing it in tight quick circles.

“Yes,” Gage gasped. “Please let me come.”

“You beg so prettily.” I gasped and bucked my hips.

Adam watched intently, his hand adjusting himself in his pants.

A wicked idea came to me as I looked at Adam. “Touch yourself.”

Adam’s eyes widened. His hand gripped his book tighter.

“You can come when Adam does,” I said to Gage with a salacious smile.

Gage's eyes rolled up, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuck, Adam. Do what she says.”

I slowed my hips, watching intently as Adam put his book away. His hands expertly undid his pants, and he had his cock in his hand moments later.

Matching my hip movement with Adam’s strokes, I moaned and dug my nails into Gage's chest, leaving crescent moon shapes in his flesh.

“Faster,” Gage told Adam, his eyes darting between me and Adam. “Fuck, please, Adam.”

To my delight, Adam’s hand moved faster, tugging and fitting his tip, his face pinched in concentration.

“Tell him how good I feel, Gage,” I purred, lifting up so Adam could see where we were connected.

Gage grunted and panted, gasping out his words. “Fuck, she’s so wet, I can feel it dripping down my balls.” I squeezed my inner muscles around him to make him groan. “Tight, like a vice. If she wasn’t keeping me from coming, I wouldn’t last.”

Adam's breathing increased as his hand quickened.

I licked my lips, showing him exactly what the sight of him was doing to me.

A moment later, Adam grunted and long white streams of come shot out of him.

“Now,” I whispered, letting the magic holding Gage completely go.

One moment, I was on top of him and the next, he roared and had me on my back. His hips pistoned in and out of me so quickly and brutally that I forgot how to breathe.

Gage bent my knees up to my shoulder, snarling in my face as he fucked me. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that it's dripping out of your deviant, wicked cunt.”

My back bowed, I came undone as I laughed and moaned at his words. The movement stuttered Gage's thrusts, and he was coming in moments, filling me with his warm release.

Gage sighed and sank his forehead down to my chest, releasing my legs.

I combed my fingers through his hair with a content hum, my eyes drifting to Adam.

He watched us with envy and a desperate kind of need that made something in my heart clench. Then, without a word, he cleaned himself with magic and walked out.

Gage lifted his head to where the door shut and then back to me. “If you can forgive me, the ass who claimed he’d never love you, then I think you can give him a chance.”

I pursed my lips in thought before pressing my lips to his brow. “Maybe.”

Forgiving Gage was easy. He’d been clear from the beginning about his thoughts and feelings on the council and me. Adam had not.

His heritage aside, it was difficult to forgive the lies he’d told me. But, with every passing moment laying there with Gage, it was becoming easier to push past his betrayal and my pride.

The only thing standing in our way were two mages who were still out for my blood.