Arcane Entanglement (The Mage and His Brute #1)

Chapter 24

Evander’s breath locked in his throat.

He could hardly believe Viggo was here in the flesh, in his home, and talking to him. Not just talking to him but looking at him with eyes that burned with barely suppressed desire instead of the rage he deserved.

“You—what?!” he stammered.

Evander knew he sounded like a blithering idiot, but he couldn’t help it. The situation he currently found himself in was so surreal he wanted to pinch himself.

A smile tugged at Viggo’s lips. It evidently amused him to see Evander all hot and flustered.

And not just flustered.

Evander’s cock throbbed between his thighs, a painful reminder that it had been ages since he’d last relieved himself.

“I said I want you, Evander,” Viggo repeated. He tipped his head to the side. “I take it you know what that means.”

Evander swallowed and licked his lips. Even if he didn’t, the Brute’s expression made it all too clear what it was he craved.

Viggo took a step towards him.

Evander backed away, unable to stop himself.

It was the instinct of prey in the presence of a predator.

Viggo’s face took on a wolfish appearance. He closed the distance to Evander even as he continued retreating across the bathroom.

Evander’s back struck the vanity unit.

Viggo placed his hands atop the marble surface on either side of him and crowded him in, effectively trapping him.

Evander panted as he stared into the Brute’s stormy eyes, his heart racing and his stomach quivering at the incandescent attraction sparking the air between them.

“Don’t run away from me,” Viggo said gruffly. His scorching gaze roamed Evander’s face before locking on his mouth. “I want to kiss you.” He leaned down and brought his lips to Evander’s ear. “May I, Evander? Kiss you?”

Evander shuddered at the titillating sensation.

Viggo straightened and stared hotly in his eyes, waiting for his answer.

Evander watched him dazedly.

He felt as if he were standing on a knife’s edge, ready to fall on a blade not of his making.

On one side of the precipice was his comfortable if somewhat unconventional life, his career, his position as a noble, and his status as an Archmage.

On the other was the unpredictable future he could see in Viggo’s gaze.

A future riddled with obstacles and turmoil, where they would both have to make choices they might one day regret. But also one where they could discover something few people ever would in their entire lifetime.

A love that would endure forever more.

A connection between souls that could not be broken, even by death itself.

A shiver raced through Evander.

This is absurd. We barely know one another!

Yet he could not look away from Viggo. Nor could he deny that he very much wanted to see the future the Brute’s eyes promised.

Evander was conscious the choice he was about to make would change his entire existence. He could sense it in the air. Taste it on Viggo’s hot breath where it tickled his face. See it in the depths of his passionate stare.

He could either push Viggo away, thereby denying what the Brute’s ardent expression hinted at. Or he could take the first step towards their uncertain destiny.

Viggo stilled when Evander lifted a hesitant hand to his cheek. He shuddered at Evander’s caress before grasping his fingers and pressing a featherlight kiss to his palm.

“Are you sure?” The Brute’s voice shook a little.

Evander knew the question wasn’t just about this moment. He nodded tremulously. Then Viggo’s hands were on his face and he was crushing their mouths together and the whole world faded around Evander.

The Brute’s lips were hot and firm as he explored Evander’s trembling flesh, his hooded gaze locked on Evander’s eyes. He moulded their mouths together and sucked and gently bit Evander’s lips for a timeless moment before sweeping his way inside. Evander trembled as their tongues met and began a heady mating dance.

He gasped when Viggo grabbed his waist and lifted him up onto the vanity unit. The Brute parted his knees and crowded the cradle of his thighs, his hands dancing up and down his legs as he worked them inside the bathrobe.

Evander’s breath hitched at the first touch of Viggo’s fingers on his manhood. He couldn’t help but moan when the Brute closed his hand around his twitching shaft and began stroking him. Viggo undid the belt of the bathrobe and parted the lapels, exposing Evander and his own wicked ministrations.

He wrenched their mouths apart and nudged Evander’s chin up so he could press torrid kisses down the column of his throat.

“Do you like that?” he growled, nipping at Evander’s skin.

Evander moaned, barely able to put together a coherent thought.

Viggo was circling the head of his erection with his thumb and spreading the precum he found there so he could slick up his palm. He pinched Evander’s tip playfully.

“Ah!” Evander squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back. “Yes! I like everything you do to me!”

His confession galvanised Viggo.

The Brute’s blistering touch and kisses ignited all of Evander’s senses and left scorching trails on his skin as he explored his body, making him lightheaded with pleasure. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed. Not with the skilful way Viggo was working his aching manhood.

The sound of a buckle being undone registered dimly.

Something hot and hard brushed against Evander’s cock.

He blinked and looked down. His breath caught.

Viggo had freed his erection and was rubbing both of them briskly, his face tight with passion.

Evander gulped.

The Brute's cock was long and thick, just like he’d hoped it would be.

He shuffled forward eagerly and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s hips, making it easier for the Brute to hold them.

Viggo grunted his approval and took his mouth in another scalding kiss.

They shared a sultry stare as he locked their cocks in his hold and resumed stroking them both, the smell of sex thick between them.

Evander groaned and gasped at the heat flowing and ebbing down his spine and through his groin, Viggo’s laboured breaths and throaty grunts echoing his growing ecstasy. His hips began rolling in a rhythm as old as time, his body seeking a release he was certain would shatter him.

Evander grabbed Viggo’s shoulder with one hand and pressed the other atop the vanity behind him, securing his purchase. Viggo cursed and released their cocks so he could grasp the backs of Evander’s knees and hitch his legs higher, tilting his body at a delicious angle. The unit rattled beneath them as they succumbed to their bodies’ primal instincts, hips thrusting their swollen shafts together, Viggo stealing a hand around so he could work their sensitive flesh with his sinful touch once more.

Evander’s orgasm raced through him like liquid fire.

They peaked together, their mouths meeting frantically so they could swallow each other’s guttural shouts, their convulsions shuddering through them with sweet violence.