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Viggo’s blood roared in his ears as Evander began undressing with maddening slowness.

The mage’s fingers shook slightly as he unfastened the buttons of his waistcoat, desire painting pink flags across his cheekbones.

The silk rustled as he shrugged it off. The waistcoat was followed by his cravat and shirt.

Moonlight filtered through the tall windows of the bedroom, bathing his skin in silver.

Viggo swallowed a curse at the sight of the love bites he’d left on Evander’s body the last time they’d shared a bed. The marks were just beginning to fade.

“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.

Sweat beaded the mage’s flushed face and his eyes grew glazed as he gave in to pleasure.

The sight of his lover coming undone before him was almost more than Viggo could bear. He gripped his leaking cock tightly, barely hanging on to his self-control.

“Tell me what it feels like,” he commanded.

“It—it feels good!” Evander’s breath stuttered as the toy’s movements intensified. “It’s thick and hard and hot. But it’s not—” His eyes found Viggo’s. “It’s not you!” he confessed with a shudder.

Something inside Viggo snapped then. He rose from the chair and shed his remaining clothes with desperate movements. Evander’s gaze raked over him hungrily and lingered on his erection.

“Take it out,” Viggo growled.

Evander complied immediately, removing the toy with a trembling hand. The crystal dimmed as it lost contact with his skin. He set it aside, his chest heaving with rapid breaths and his body rosy with lust.

The mattress dipped beneath Viggo’s weight as he joined him on the bed. He captured Evander’s mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring all his jealousy, fear, and desire into the connection. Evander responded with equal fervour, his hands gripping Viggo’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

“No more toys,” Viggo murmured against Evander’s lips. “No more Frenchmen. Just me.”

“Just you,” Evander agreed breathlessly.

Viggo’s hands roamed over Evander’s body, mapping every inch of him as if to claim his territory. He trailed hot kisses down Evander’s neck and nipped at the sensitive spot where it met his shoulder. Evander arched beneath him, his hands tangling in Viggo’s hair as he strained to get even closer.

“Please,” Evander whispered, his voice breaking with need. “I want you inside me. Now, Viggo!”

Viggo reached for the oil and coated his trembling member generously. He positioned himself between Evander’s thighs, the head of his cock pressing against his twitching entrance. He paused then, his gaze searching Evander’s face in that carnal moment of possession.

“You are mine, Evander,” the Brute growled as he pushed forward. “Never forget that!”

“Yes!” Evander cried out, his eyes dark pools of desire and his heels finding the small of Viggo’s back as he hungrily welcomed the penetration.

Viggo entered Evander in one slow, relentless thrust that saw him seated to the hilt. They groaned as their bodies joined fully, the sensation overwhelming after the tension of the past two days.

Viggo held still and fought for control as Evander’s body embraced him with exquisite heat.

“Move,” Evander commanded, his voice raw.

Viggo obeyed, withdrawing almost completely before driving back in.

He established a powerful rhythm, each thrust claiming Evander more thoroughly than the last. Evander’s strong thighs squeezed his waist, urging him deeper.

The mage clawed at Viggo’s back and his gasps and moans grew louder as heat pulsed fiercely through their connection.

“I will never let you go,” Viggo vowed, his words punctuated by the snap of his hips, the bed fairly groaning beneath them. “Never!”

Evander’s response was lost in a cry of pleasure as Viggo changed the angle of his penetration, the head of his shaft striking the spot inside that made the mage see stars. The mage trembled on the edge of release, his cock throbbing where it was trapped between their bodies.

“Look at me,” Viggo demanded. He slowed his pace to a torturous rhythm that made his lover sob out a moan. “I want to see your eyes when you come apart in my arms.”

Evander’s glazed gaze locked with his, his ice-blue eyes vulnerable and trusting in a way that made Viggo’s chest tighten as he clung desperately to his back. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Evander’s quivering length, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Viggo!” Evander gasped and arched, his body tensing. “I’m?—”

“Yes,” Viggo encouraged, increasing the pace of his hips and his fingers. “Give yourself to me, Evander. All of you.”

Evander shattered with a hoarse cry, his release spilling over Viggo’s hand as his body clenched around him.

The sight of Evander in the throes of pleasure, the feel of him pulsing and spasming fitfully around his cock, sent Viggo hurtling towards his own climax.

He buried himself to the hilt with a final, deep thrust and claimed Evander from the inside with a guttural shout, his seed filling him to the brim.

It was a while before they both stopped moving. They remained locked together for a long moment, trembling in the aftermath of their devastating lovemaking. Viggo rested his forehead against Evander’s, their breath mingling in the scant space between them, their torrid gazes locked onto each other.

Evander made a low sound when Viggo carefully withdrew from his body.

The Brute climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom.

He returned with a pair of warm, damp towels and carefully cleaned Evander before wiping himself down.

He lowered himself to the mage’s side and gathered him against his chest.

A comfortable silence settled over them as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Viggo traced idle patterns on Evander’s back, unwilling to break the fragile peace they’d found.

“Next time,” Evander murmured, his voice drowsy with satisfaction, “I’d like to see you use that toy on me.” He snuggled closer.

Viggo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pressed a kiss to Evander’s temple.

“I would love to do that.” He tightened his arms around the mage. “But for now, we both need to sleep.”

Evander nodded, his eyes already closing. His breathing deepened within moments as sleep claimed him.

Viggo remained awake a while longer. He watched the rise and fall of Evander’s chest and his captivating face until he finally drifted off, his heart brimming with a multitude of emotions for the man in his arms.