Arcane Entanglement (The Mage and His Brute #1)

Chapter 50

“Fuck!” Viggo growled. “You feel so good!”

He sank his teeth in Evander’s shoulder, withdrew, and plunged back in.

Stars exploded in front of Evander’s eyes as Viggo’s cock hit the pleasure spot inside him. He came with sweet violence in Viggo’s hand, his body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably, his breaths hiccupping through his throat.

Viggo swore as Evander’s climax squeezed his shaft.

Then he was moving, one hand locked tight on Evander’s hip so he could control the angle of penetration while the other cupped Evander’s balls and teased his dripping manhood.

Evander moaned and groaned as he swayed under the Brute’s powerful thrusts, the sting of his ardent possession lost in the mind-numbing pleasure he was delivering with every slick move of his cock. He knew he would be sore tomorrow but he was past caring right now.

Viggo waited until Evander came again before pulling out and turning him so he could push him down on the desk. He hooked Evander’s legs around his waist and punched back inside his body with a curse.

Evander bit his lip as the new position allowed their eyes to meet.

Viggo watched him with fierce intensity as he made love to him, as if he were imprinting every second of this moment in his mind.

Evander squeezed his insides and laughed shakily when Viggo grimaced and let rip a particularly foul curse. His breath caught as Viggo grabbed the underside of his right knee and straightened his leg so he could drop his ankle on his shoulder.

Heat scorched Evander’s cheeks, the new position exposing him to Viggo’s hungry stare. He trembled when Viggo caressed his stretched rim with a thumb.

“I could stay inside you all day,” Viggo whispered reverently.

He turned his head and kissed Evander’s calf, his face flushed with passion as he stared into his eyes.

Evander lost track of time as Viggo made love to him, the desk shaking and rocking beneath them.

The way Viggo’s neck muscles corded and his face took on a glazed expression as he finally neared his climax had Evander’s breath catching. The Brute’s fingers tightened painfully on Evander’s waist, fixing him to the table so he could ram his swollen cock inside him with erratic thrusts.

Viggo exploded inside Evander with an animal sound of satisfaction that made his heart throb and his soul sing. The Brute’s orgasm tipped him over the edge once more, his insides contracting and his body convulsing jerkily until he was limp and loose-limbed with pleasure in the Brute’s strong arms.

Evander’s eyes fluttered open when Viggo pulled out gently. He bit his lip as the Brute stared at the place he’d thoroughly ravaged. A shiver shook him when he touched him there.

“Do you think you can go again?” Viggo asked, his fervent gaze finding Evander’s.

Evander blinked. “Huh?”

His pulse stuttered when he looked down and saw the Brute’s cock.

Viggo was still rock hard.

Evander didn’t know whether to cry or lick his lips.

It seemed the rumour that Brutes had an insatiable appetite in the bedroom had not been exaggerated.

The decision was taken out of his hands when Viggo kissed him. He melted in his embrace, barely aware of the Brute picking him off the desk.

Evander found himself on his feet and facing the wall a moment later.

Viggo nibbled on his left ear. “I’ve fantasised about fucking you against these bookshelves ever since I first saw them.”

Evander’s cock instantly hardened at that. “You did?” He tilted his head to the side, giving Viggo access to his neck.

“Ah-huh.” Viggo kissed and bit his flesh.

He nudged Evander’s ankles wide apart, spread his buttocks, and impaled him with a ragged sigh.

Evander’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as the Brute filled him to the hilt, the new angle providing a different kind of stimulation to his pleasantly used insides.

“Viggo?”

“Yes?”

Evander gave the Brute a hooded look over his shoulder. “I fantasised about this too.”

Viggo blinked. Then his hands were on Evander’s hips and he coaxed Evander’s willing body into a wicked dance that had him moaning and gasping and cursing until he painted the floor with his seed, the bookshelves rattling under the force of their frenzied love making.

They moved to the rug in front of the fire next.

Viggo’s eyes widened a little when Evander pushed him on his back and took control. The Brute surrendered willingly, his groans and breathless gasps soon filling the room. The sounds Viggo made echoed sweetly in Evander’s ears as he used his fingers and mouth and tongue to explore the Brute’s body the way he’d wanted to for days, learning what brought him the most pleasure.

Viggo licked his lips when Evander stopped suckling his cock and straddled him.

He stared breathlessly as Evander squatted above his rigid shaft and sank down slowly, hips rocking and a teasing smile playing on his lips as he took him in inch by slow inch. Viggo raised his hands to hasten the process, only to have his arms pinned above his head by Evander’s wind magic.

“No touching,” Evander hummed, his insides stretching deliciously around Viggo’s cock.

“You’re such a tease,” the Brute groaned.

Evander panted as he seated himself fully on Viggo’s manhood. He pressed his hands to Viggo’s chest and began rising and falling, his body finding a rhythm he knew would drive them both wild.

Viggo cursed as Evander repeatedly impaled himself on his rigid erection. Evander shuddered, sweat dripping off his chin and splashing on Viggo’s belly, his moans and cries ringing in his ears.

Viggo took over when he finally released his arms. He locked his hands on Evander’s hips and thrust up powerfully until they both climaxed with loud shouts, his expression feral.

It was some time before Evander’s awareness returned.

He realised he’d passed out from the pleasure of his last orgasm.

Viggo had fetched a bowl and towel from the small bathroom adjoining the study and was cleaning him up. They gazed silently at one another as he wiped his own body down and took a blanket and cushions from a sofa.

There was no need for words.

The affection shining in Viggo’s eyes settled over Evander like a warm balm as they made themselves comfortable in front of the dying fire.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his head on Viggo’s chest.

“I love you too.” Viggo pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “Now, sleep.”

And sleep Evander did, the powerful beat of the Brute’s heart lulling him into a dreamless state.

It felt like only minutes had passed when a shrill female scream awakened both of them with a start.

“What the—?!” Viggo sat up abruptly.

Evander looked around. He cursed at the sight of the wide-eyed and red-faced maid standing in the doorway of the study, a log basket in her hands. Chunks of wood clattered noisily to the floor when she dropped the receptacle and dashed out of sight.

“Did you forget to lock the door?” Viggo said.

“I told Hargrove I was not to be disturbed.” Evander pushed up on his elbows, mortified. He froze and winced before carefully lowering himself back down. “That was last night though,” he groaned.

Viggo stared. “That bad huh?”

Evander squinted at him. “Are you laughing?”

“I am not,” Viggo protested in a strangled voice.

Evander gave him as haughty a look as he could summon considering they were both stark naked under the blanket.

“Well, you’re not the one who’s had a battering ram inserted inside his behind all night, sir.”

Viggo guffawed.

Evander punched his thigh and groaned when the movement made his back and his intimate parts twinge even more. Viggo doubled over.

He was still laughing when the voices of Evander’s housekeeper and manservant echoed down the hallway.

“What do you mean, his Grace has been eaten by a beast?!” Mrs. Sinclair said in an irritated voice as she drew closer.

Evander yanked the blanket up to his neck.

“I bet I know what kind of beast it is,” Hargrove piped up in a devilish tone.

“I swear it, Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Hargrove!” the maid whined. “His Grace was as naked as a fresh born lamb?—”

“Lamb,” Viggo snorted, tears streaming down his face.

Evander pinched his back, to no avail.

“—and the beast! Why the beast made such terrible impressions on his pristine skin! It must have hurt his Grace! It’s—oh, it’s awful , Mrs. Sinclair!” the maid fairly sobbed.

“I was right,” Hargrove inserted gleefully into the conversation. “It was that kind of beast.”

Evander looked down at his body under the blanket and sucked in air at the sight of the dozens of love bites Viggo had left on him. He scowled at the Brute.

Viggo chortled, unrepentant.

Mrs. Sinclair and Hargrove appeared in the doorway, the tearful maid hovering behind them.

“Oh.” Mrs. Sinclair froze and blinked.

Hargrove’s face split in a know-it-all grin that made Evander swallow a curse.

“Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Hargrove.” Viggo smiled pleasantly, not in the least bit embarrassed by his nakedness. “It appears we are to be blessed with another wonderful day.”

Mrs. Sinclair glanced at the sunlight streaming through the windows and the birds chirping merrily in the trees outside, as if wondering what the weather had to do with the depraved sight before her.

The housekeeper swiftly regained her composure and squared her shoulders.

“Good morning, Mr. Stonewall.” She turned to the confused maid. “Rosie, this is Mr. Stonewall. He is his Grace’s friend?—”

“Lover,” Viggo interjected smoothly.

“—lover,” Mrs. Sinclair corrected without losing a beat.

“I can see why Rosie thought his Grace had been eaten by a beast, Mrs. S.” Hargrove arched an eyebrow. “It seems our Lord and Mr. Stonewall spent the whole of last night indulging in some rather wicked?—”

Mrs. Sinclair stomped on Hargrove’s foot.

The manservant grunted.

“Shall I serve a meal for two in the breakfast room, my Lord?” the housekeeper said serenely after shooing Hargrove and the maid away. “Say half an hour?”

Evander sighed. “Make it an hour.”

The whole household will be talking about this for days.

That thought did not bother him as much as it should have. And that had everything to do with the man he’d just spent an unforgettable night with.

Evander realised Mrs. Sinclair was still standing in the doorway.

The housekeeper fidgeted. “Would you like a salve, my Lord?”

Horror widened Evander’s eyes.

Viggo turned his head and bit his knuckles, shoulders quaking.

“No!” Evander yelped. He swallowed, his tone growing more composed. “I mean, no, thank you, Mrs. Sinclair.”

Mrs. Sinclair wrung her hands. “My Lord, I can also heal your—” She faltered, her gaze dropping pointedly to the blanket. “I have changed your diapers after all.”

Viggo strangled another snort at that.

Evander’s face went even hotter. “I am quite alright, Mrs. Sinclair. Away with you.”

Relief washed over Mrs. Sinclair’s face. “As you wish, my Lord.”

She left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Viggo began howling with laughter.

“You’re a dead man, Viggo Stonewall,” Evander hissed at the Brute. “Just you wait until I can move again!”

Viggo kissed him.