“I can’t eat.”
But he took the flask from her, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips. He gulped down the beer, his throat working as he swallowed.
She watched in fascination as some of it spilled over his chin and down his sweaty chest, the liquid running in rivulets down his stomach and disappearing into the waistband of his briefs.
The sight of him like this made her pulse quicken and heat pool low in her belly. He was insanely hot right now, his body on full display, and his need so obvious it was impossible to ignore. She shouldn’t think about him that way, especially since he was clearly sick, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her eyes traced the lines of his body, the way his muscles flexed as he drank, the way his cock twitched and strained against the fabric with every breath he took.
She was a bold woman, so of course she had to ask.
“What’s with the constant erection? Is that from the potion you drank?” She chuckled. “Did you create some sort of Viagra concoction?”
“What is Viagra?”
She waved him off.
“Honestly, Morgath. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help.”
He grunted and walked past her, entering the small bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, droplets running down his jaw and neck.
“Your presence here only makes it worse.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently.
“Well, tough luck. I’m not leaving until you’re honest with me.”
“Why the fuck do you care?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m your bride, after all, and we’re stuck together.”
At that, his features softened. He ran a hand through his wet hair and over his face, closing his eyes as if trying to gather himself.
“You’re the problem,” he said, not looking at her. “Since I brought you into my home, I haven't had a second of peace.”
Audrey opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.
“Just to be clear, I don't like you. Your attitude is awful, and you drive me mad with your constant defiance.”
He paused and gripped the edge of the sink.
“But your body does something to me. I’m always hard, to the point where I can’t think or focus on my tasks. So, I tried to make a potion to deal with it, something that would stop me from getting hard from simply being in your presence or merely thinking about you.”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“It backfired, as you can tell, and did the exact opposite. Now I’m so hard that it’s painful. It’s a constant, throbbing ache that won’t stop no matter what I do. I can’t think straight. I can’t work. I’m useless like this.”
Audrey was shocked. For a minute, she didn’t know what to say. She just stared at him while her mind raced to process what he’d admitted.
Finally, she cleared her throat.
“I see. Have you tried taking care of it? I mean, yourself. With your hand?”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been doing. But it only alleviates the pain for a few minutes. Then I’m hard again, sometimes even harder than before.” He ran his hand through his hair again. “Nothing is working. I tried to make an antidote, but I can’t focus. I keep messing up the ingredients, my hands shake too much to measure properly. I can’t think clearly enough, and magic is about precision.”
“Oh…”
“I get stimulated by the simplest thing,” he groaned, frustrated. “The touch of fabric over my cock. The memory of your scent. It’s a nightmare. Please leave, so I can figure this out. If nothing else, it will probably pass on its own in a few days.”
Audrey did her best not to show how amused she was. It was hilarious that he’d been constantly horny because of her and tried to fix it only to make it a hundred times worse.
