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Valen brushes one last sweet kiss against my lips before smirking darkly down at Lucas. “And yet you loved it.”

Valen slides his naked body on top of Lucas’ and rips the thin sheet off so there’s nothing obscuring my view of them. I settle down on my pillow, curled up on my side, as Valen trails lingering kisses that are not nearly as soft as the ones he gave me up Lucas’ back. His teeth close on Lucas’ shoulder as his hips slide along Lucas’ ass, his hard cock pressing in to rub teasingly as he flexes.

Valen’s lips brush the shell of his ear to whisper, “Still so wet after being fucked so thoroughly last night.”

“It’s called ‘oil,’ you insatiable jackass.” Despite his growled words, Lucas’ body begins to awaken, his head shifting to press against the pillow and his hips tilting up with a soft moan.

The pillow is ripped out from under Lucas’ head, and Valen tosses it off the bed. Lucas finally opens his eyes. Those nearly amber irises glint when they meet mine. The honey brown has lightened with the darkening of his complexion, and the change is hypnotic. His lips tilt in the beginnings of a smile before his eyes roll back, his spine arching in a wave with a deeply groaned and drawn-out, “Oh fuck.”

Valen sucks on his neck with a masculine rumble as his cock sinks deep into Lucas’ willing body. Heat floods me, and I bite my lip when Valen releases Lucas’ neck with a lick, a bruise blooming over the scars left behind from Dimitar’s bite. His breathless voice rasps as he begins to slowly pump in and out of Lucas with a sensual roll of his hips. “Always so ready and willing for me, no matter how well fucked you were.”

Lucas gasps, “That’s because you’ve just finished in me a few hours ago. Don’t you ever sleep?”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not well trained to take my cock whenever I want. I barely had to prep you last night before you were begging for it.” His lips brush Lucas’ ear as he whispers, “You’ve become quite the cock slut for me.”

“Fucking hell, V. Shut up and go faster.”

Valen’s eyes glint maliciously. “No.”

“You’re such a sadistic bastard.”

Lucas writhes and claws the sheets, the rope burns from last night bright on his wrists. A shiver ripples down him, and I can’t tear my gaze away from them. Their strange antagonistic lovemaking in the mornings is quickly becoming my favorite way to wake up. Even when I was at my most deadened and numbed to the world, I still curled up in the comfortable chair in the corner with my coffee to watch them.

Lucas slides his knee up with a moan, his back arching to take Valen deeper. Valen strokes his hand up and down it reverently, his fingers curling around each and every muscle. His hand glides up Lucas’ thigh, and he leans his body back so he’s supported on his other hand. He grips Lucas’ ass and watches how he slides in and out to the hilt. Lucas chokes on his breath, his mouth spreading wide as he convulses with the sparks of pleasure that Valen sends through him. Damn, I can practically feel it, my thighs shifting together.

Valen’s eyes meet mine, and his head tilts as he assesses me. I lick my lips, my gaze dipping down to how the two men move together. The pressure between my thighs is unbearable.

Valen lowers back down onto Lucas and commands, “Do not come.”

Lucas stiffens, his eyes snapping open wide. “What?”

“Do. Not. Come.” Valen nips his earlobe. “Surely a magician can follow such a simple command as that.”

Lucas pants, his hands flexing and curling. He chokes out, “You’re too deep.”

Valen hums. “Does it hurt or feel too good?”

Lucas shivers and groans with a buck.

Valen smirks darkly. “That’s what I thought.” And he begins to pound Lucas.

Lucas bites the mattress viciously with a high-pitched keen that pulses through me to settle in my clit. His hands fist in the sheets as he begins to vibrate. Small, whimpered muffles with each of his exhales worsen that building pleasure until I am aching for attention. I resist touching myself and wait patiently, enjoying the show they provide me.

Valen moans, kissing across Lucas’ shoulders, a sheen of sweat glistening in the morning light. “Oh, fuck, magician. Your body is begging for it.”

Lucas is beyond words. He writhes, his raised knee sliding down from the movement. He quickly jerks it back up with a panicked squeak. A little vicious jolt of excitement brings a smile to my face when Valen immediately clocks Lucas’ reaction. He grips Lucas’ raised knee, and Lucas’ eyes snap open. He slides Lucas’ leg down, and Lucas convulses with a strangled moan when Valen’s legs press his together. It intensifies the sensation in a way I am very intimately familiar with. I can feel it in my own body, and I can’t stop the little movements that rock me as Valen’s hips begin clapping against Lucas.

Lucas gasps, “Fuck, I’m… I’m⁠—”

“Do not come, magician,” Valen says in a dangerously controlled tone.

Lucas shakes his head. “Too fast. I can’t hold it.”

“I’ll fuck you how I want.” Valen slides his hands under Lucas’ chest to slip up and grip his throat tightly. “How deep I want. How fast I want. And you’ll come when I tell you to come.”

Lucas leans into the hand holding him. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

Valen moans, nuzzling into Lucas’ hair, his eyes closing and body convulsing. “That’s it, Lucas. Hold it for me, and I’ll pump you so full of my cum.”