“Would you mind?” he asks.
“Oh! Of course!” I reply as I hurriedly spread my legs wide.
His slick fingers trace around my hole and his touch is like electricity, shooting pleasure and sensation all along every nerve ending in my body. I can feel his magic calling to mine, like a siren song. Alluring, enticing. Dangerous. No, not dangerous. What is wrong with me? I’m not in any peril. There is no need to freak out. Giving him my magic is a good thing. It’s not as if I can wield it. It is of no use to me. Surrendering it to him is my fundamental duty as a vessel.
And I get a whole ton of pleasure as a reward. This is good. This is wonderful. It is everything I have ever wanted. Harry may not have been my first choice, but everything is fine.
He slowly eases a finger inside me. The gentle stretch makes me gasp. It feels so good. I love having something in there. He hasn’t touched my cock but I don’t care. I’m so very aroused that I’d probably blow even if he accidentally brushed it. This is better. He needs to be inside me when I come so he can take my magic.
My gaze accidentally finds his, and he is watching me intently. As if he is drinking in my reactions, my every gasp, squirm and moan. His eyes are wide and dark with lust. That look seems to bore into my very soul and ignite a fire inside me. He is ridiculously handsome, and he wants me. I groan as a fresh wave of pleasure consumes me.
He adds a second finger and finds my prostate. I cry out and clutch at the sheets. His fingers stroke and tease and I’m writhing and bucking and helpless before him. He is damn good at this.
“Ha… Harry!” I wail.
I’m seeing stars. I’m about to spill and he is not inside me yet. Mercifully, the fingers disappear, to be replaced by the pressure of his cock demanding entry. I groan, it feels good but also uncomfortable. He is not small. He pushes relentlessly in, forcing my body to open for him. I gasp.
Suddenly he is shoving the brace into my mouth. Startled, I accept it.
“A good vessel is a quiet vessel,” he grunts as he continues to work his way inside me.
I bite down on the brace as my back arches. He is all the way in now and I’m stretched very, very wide and filled very, very deep. It feels incredible but intense. A little overwhelming.
Gently he starts to roll his hips, and I am grateful for his care. Lust and pleasure swell within me, taking away the discomfort and leaving only bliss. I whimper into my brace.
My whole body is alight. My orgasm is building and building. He slides in and out. In and out. Each movement rubbing delicious friction and joy into me until it crests and I’m bucking and clenching around him, biting down on the brace as hard as I can while a scream reverberates in my throat. My magic surges out of me and into him as my orgasm tears through me.
The moment stretches. Suspended in time, then snaps like an elastic band. Leaving me spent and boneless on the bed. My chest is heaving. My head is spinning. Echoes of intense pleasure are tingling and sparking all over my body.
I hear the sound of Harry’s fly and open my eyes just in time to see him turn around and walk out without a word. Leaving me sprawled and naked and used on the bed.
I clench my eyes tightly shut to trap the tears. I’m not going to cry. I’m not. I’m going to bite down on this brace and hold back my sobs. Everything is fine. He is treating me exactly as a mage should treat his vessel.
I have nothing to be upset about.
Chapter ten
It’sMrs.Matterson’sdayoff, so I’m going to seize this opportunity to inspect the linen closet. It’s not that I’m scared of her. It’s me being diplomatic and not ruffling any feathers. This way she will never know, and I’ll get the distraction I need. Everyone gets to be happy.
As I make my way down the hallway, I can’t help anxiously checking my magic. Harry emptied me and left me alone on the bed two days ago, there is no way I could be ripe again. But I can’t help checking. It’s turning into a compulsion.
My magic stirs lazily at my metaphorical touch. There is far more of it than I would expect after only two days, but I’m nowhere near full. A wave of relief washes over me and I am ashamed by it. I should want to give my mage my magic, it is my duty.
I open the door of the linen closet and squeak in surprise. There is a young man in here. He is wearing faded jeans and a plain blue tee shirt. His dark hair is tied up in a neat bun and there is a pen tucked behind his ear. A clipboard is in one hand and he is rummaging in the linens with the other. He turns to face my intrusion and his aquamarine eyes flash with resigned disappointment.
It’s Jem. Harry’s brother. An unwed vessel. Of course he is going to be keeping an eye on his family’s home. Why didn’t Mrs. Matterson say? She could have told me I was superfluous. Unneeded. Useless.
“Oh, my apologies, I didn’t realize that you were taking care of things,” I hear myself say.
Jem flashes me a sad look and shrugs. “It was something to do.”
I open my mouth to say something and leave him to it, but he surprises me by handing me the clipboard. Then he takes the pen out from behind his ear and hands it to me as well.
“You’re the master of the house now. Duke Consort Sothbridge. It is your role.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sure you are doing a grand job.”
Jem shakes his head. “Harry was always going to get married one day. Besides, I’m bored of doing it.”
