Chapter 8
They barely made it up the stairs.
Viggo kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and immediately began working on Evander’s buttons. The mage batted his hands away with a breathless laugh.
“Patience.”
“I’ve been patient all day,” Viggo growled, his erection straining painfully against the confines of his trousers.
“Then a few more minutes won’t kill you.” Evander’s eyes glittered with devilment as he slowly, deliberately, undid his own shirt. “Besides, I have plans for you.”
Viggo’s ears perked up. “Plans?”
“Mmm.” Evander let the shirt fall to the floor and started on his trousers. “I’ve been thinking too, you see. About what I want to do to you tonight.”
Viggo’s mouth went dry as Evander stripped completely, revealing the lean, muscled body that Viggo had mapped with his hands and mouth more times than he could count and yet still couldn’t get enough of. His gaze dropped to Evander’s swollen cock. He started to reach for him.
Evander caught his wrists. “No touching. Not yet.”
Passion painted red flags across the mage’s cheekbones.
“Evander—” Viggo protested feverishly.
“Trust me.”
And Viggo did. Gods help him, he did.
He let Evander undress him with agonising slowness, every brush of the mage’s fingers against his skin sending sparks of pleasure through his nerves endings. Evander guided him backwards to the bed when he was finally naked.
“Lie down.”
Viggo obeyed, his cock rock hard and aching where it rose proudly between his thighs. Evander padded barefoot out to his dressing room and returned with something in his hands. Viggo caught a glimpse of blue silk as the mage climbed onto the bed beside him.
“What are those?”
“Cravats.” Evander’s smile was deliciously wicked. “I’m going to tie your hands.”
Viggo’s breath caught and his belly clenched. “Why?”
Evander straddled Viggo’s thighs and leaned down to brush his lips against Viggo’s ear.
“Because I want you helpless whilst I ride you. Because I want to watch you struggle against these bonds whilst I take my pleasure from your cock.” He nipped at Viggo’s earlobe, causing him to shudder.
“Because the thought of you completely at my mercy makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. ”
“Fuck,” Viggo groaned.
“That’s the idea, yes.”
Evander took Viggo’s wrists and secured them to the headboard with the silk cravats. The fabric was soft against the Brute’s skin and the knots firm. Viggo knew he could break free at any moment if he wanted to but not without tearing the expensive silk. And that was what Evander was counting on.
The mage’s ice-blue eyes were pools of dark desire as he took in the sight of Viggo bound and helpless beneath him.
“Evander.” Viggo’s voice came out rough.
“Yes?” Evander said breathlessly. “Tell me what you want.”
Viggo’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as Evander wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking slowly.
“You. I want you.” The Brute bucked his hips and drove his sensitive shaft through his lover’s grip.
“How?”
Viggo cursed as Evander established a rhythm meant to drive him insane. “Any way I can have you!” he gasped.
Evander’s expression was pure sin. “Good answer.”
He shifted down Viggo’s body and took him inside his mouth.
Viggo could only look on feverishly as Evander sucked and licked his shaft, the mage’s ice-blue gaze sultry as he stared at Viggo from underneath his lashes, his cheeks bulging beautifully and his spit slicking up Viggo’s flesh with each powerful motion of his jaws.
Pleasure washed through Viggo in delicious waves that tightened his spine and belly and had him grasping the cravats in a white knuckled grip. He gasped and groaned, unable to control the rocking of his hips.
Evander finally let go of him and reached for the bottle of intimate oil in the bedside drawer. He took his time preparing himself, his face and neck flushed and his eyes bright with lust.
Viggo nearly lost his mind as he watched Evander use his elegant fingers to stretch his own opening and work the oil inside his passage. The mage’s head fell back, his lips parted on soft gasps that made Viggo strain against his bonds, his cock weeping with pleasure as he thrust inside himself.
“Evander, for the love of—” Viggo pleaded.
“Hush.” Evander removed his fingers from his hole and positioned himself above Viggo’s cock. “Just watch,” he taunted in a low whisper.
And Viggo did, unable to look away as Evander slowly, torturously, sank down onto him. The tight heat that enveloped his cock was overwhelming and Viggo’s hips jerked involuntarily, trying to thrust deeper inside the mage’s body.
“No.” Evander’s hands pressed against Viggo’s chest, holding him down. “Stay still. Let me do it.”
Viggo knew he would never forget the moments that followed for as long as he lived.
Evander rode him with deliberate slowness, rising and falling in a rhythm designed to drive them both mad, his belly clenching tautly as he held Viggo’s gaze.
Viggo could only lie there and take it, hands clenched in the silk bonds as he watched Evander’s handsome face begin to contort with ecstasy.
“Gods,” Evander gasped and shuddered, picking up the pace. “Viggo, you feel—”
He didn’t finish the sentence, too lost in sensation. His hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with the movement of his hips.
Viggo had never seen anything more erotic in his life.
“Let me touch you,” he pleaded. “Please, Evander—”
“Not yet.”
Evander’s movements grew more frantic as he chased his release.
He went rigid a moment later and came with a sharp cry, his cock jerking and spilling his seed all over his fingers and Viggo’s belly as he convulsed.
The ripple and clench of the mage’s passage around Viggo’s cock nearly pushed him over the edge.
“Now.” Evander panted and blinked sweat out of his eyes. He undid the knots in the silk cravats with his wind magic. “Touch me now.”
The moment Viggo’s hands were free, he flipped them over.
Evander gasped as his back hit the mattress, Viggo looming above him with wild eyes and desperate need. “Viggo—”
“My turn,” Viggo growled.
Viggo thrust inside Evander hard and fast, all finesse abandoned in favour of pure, animal desire. Evander’s legs wrapped around his waist. He raked his nails down Viggo’s back as he urged him on with breathless encouragement, his spent cock swelling once more between their bodies.
The bed rocked and creaked beneath them as Viggo savagely claimed Evander, the mage’s rising moans filling Viggo’s ears as he relished the passionate possession. When the Brute finally climaxed, it was with a roar that probably roused half of Mayfair and sent Evander over the edge once more.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and gasping breaths. Viggo’s heart hammered against his ribs as he slowly came back to himself, his cock still twitching where he was wedged inside his lover’s body.
“That was…” Evander’s voice was hoarse.
“Incredible.” Viggo kissed the mage’s brow, chest heaving.
Evander traced his hands languorously down Viggo’s back. “We should probably do that again sometime.”
Viggo huffed a breathless laugh. “Give me ten minutes.”
Evander’s answering chuckle vibrated through Viggo’s chest where they lay pressed together. They stayed like that for a while, neither willing to move, savouring the warmth and intimacy of the moment.
Evander eventually stirred. “We should clean up.”
“In a minute.”
“Viggo—”
“Just a minute more.”
Evander sighed but didn’t protest, his fingers tracing idle patterns across Viggo’s skin. Outside, London settled into its nighttime rhythms—the distant clatter of carriages bringing home late revellers, the call of the odd street vendor hawking their wares, the ever-present hum of the busy city.
“I love you,” Viggo said quietly.
Evander’s hands stilled. “I love you too.”
The words they exchanged felt like a vow. One that Viggo knew would keep his heart and soul warm through the challenges ahead.