A Passion for Potions (Petalfall #1)

15. Fifteen - Bottle Service

Fifteen - Bottle Service

Viggo

Penny is a pretty elf. He’s even prettier when he comes.

One thing I am very excited to help Ana learn is that elves—unlike humans or ogres or gnomes, or even vampires—don’t go soft, simply because their body isn’t ready to come again.

Swallowing, I stand and once Penny has stepped out of his trousers, I lead him up the back steps. None of the others are anywhere close enough to watch me lead him by his favorite appendage. He laughs quietly at me as we go.

I don’t care.

No one has replenished the lube bottle in his bedroom, and I want to be fucked.

“So eager to spread yourself wide for me.”

I don’t have to tell him he’s right.

As soon as we’re in my room and I inhale the scent of her, I turn back to him.

Penny’s hands go to the front of my waistcoat and he wrenches it apart. Buttons go flying—Loric won’t enjoy that—and he drags my clothing off like it’s a punishment.

I love when he teeters on the edge of frantic.

“You wanted to fuck her on that counter, didn’t you?” I ask. “You saw her and imagined her sweet, soft pussy and you wanted to fill it again.”

“Of course I did.” He yanks the last of his own clothing off and throws it away like it burned him. “I wanted to drag her bodice down and suck on her beautiful nipples and I wanted to lick every inch of her skin.”

Penny takes hold of me, spinning me around and shoving me to the bed. “I wanted to paint her and claim her as ours and I wanted to drag her back here so that we could make love to her until she cried out for mercy from the pleasure.”

He holds me down, teeth raking over my shoulder as a bottle uncorks and cool liquid pours onto me.

“Once we manage that. Once we can make her beg us to never leave her. Once she understands that we want her. I will drag you both into the temple and we will prove to the Goddess by word and deed that we belong to each other.”

“And you think I’m the one who needs to behave?” My breath catches before I can tease him further as his cock presses against my ass. As he opens me the way he has so many times before.

Filling me, loving me, using me exactly the way I want him to. Every time.

We move together like the decades-old lovers we are and when I feel my orgasm building to the point of no return, I take his wrist and sink my teeth into his beautiful green flesh.

His arms give way as he comes with a guttural groan and I come into the sheets as he fills me the way he wanted to fill her. The way we both want to fill her.

By the time we’re both spent, uncoupled, but tangled in each other on the bed, I can hear the preparations for dinner in full swing downstairs.

Penny’s eyes are closed, his breathing still not back to normal.

I thought I was the one who needed this, but Penny needed it so much more.

“Come on. If we don’t move now, Loric is going to come in and shove us off the bed.”

Our valet has never feared for his job and it shows.

Groaning, Penny lets me help him up, but thereafter, he’s the one who supports me.

We shuffle to the bathing room next door and sink into the water together. Perpetually warm and perfumed with rose oil, the water soothes. It is its own kind of magic, and Penny holds me close.

“Things changed last night,” I say, as Penny snatches up one of the sponges and brushes it over my shoulder. “Things are going to keep changing.”

“I love you, Viggo.” He leans down and bites my lip. “Nothing is going to change that.”

“I know.” I draw little circles over his chest. “There are spaces in our hearts we haven’t explored yet... places that need a key neither of us have.”

“Do you think she does?”

“I know she does.” Pulling him down, I brush my lips over his. “And you do too.”