“Um, no. This is enough. More than. This much magic should last us weeks…I think. I’ve never seen the stones filled up with this much magic before.”
Nick grinned. As an alpha he could naturally handle more magic than a beta, but it still made him feel cocky and good that he’d done such a good job on his first day.
“So is that it?” Nick asked, watching Pat closely.
“What?” Pat blinked up at him like he didn’t know what Nick was talking about.
“Are we done, or do you need anything else?”
“Oh, no. You’re done. Thank you for waking up so early. Do you want to go back to your rooms?”
Thinking of Billy—lying in his bed just waiting for Nick to wake him up with a face full of balls—he nodded.
“I do.” Nick started walking down the stairs, confident that he could find his way back, when he turned around and looked at Pat. “And thanks for letting me know the castle needed topping up. It would have looked bad if we ran out of magicon my first day on the job.”
Pat’s eyes widened, like he hadn’t expected Nick to look at it that way. “Oh, it’s no problem…”
Nick continued down the stairs, walking fast, missing the rest of Pat’s reply. He was far too eager to get back to Billy to stick around listening to Pat for even a second longer than he had to.
Billy woke up with a start, and it took him a few seconds to remember why he wasn’t in his own bed and why his hole was feeling so sore.
Nick.
Eyes closed, his body still heavy with sleep, Billy couldn’t help but smile at the memory of everything that had happened last night. He’d never been fucked so hard—had his ass stretched so brutally—or been cuddled with such conviction before.
It felt like a whole new world had opened up in front of him.
Stretching, toes curling in pleasure at the sting lingering in his ass, Billy realized that he was alone in the bed. Before he had any time to wonder where Nick was, he heard the sound of boots on hardwood somewhere outside the bedroom, coming closer and closer. Billy held his breath as the sound stopped right outside the bedroom door, listening as Nick stepped inside and walked over to the bed.
“You’re awake,” Nick said, sounding amused, standing at the edge of the bed. Billy could feel him looming, the alpha’s stare like a physical thing.
The bed dipped, but not like Nick was crawling on top of it.The mattress started rolling, and Billy realized that Nick was standing up on two legs, walking up the mattress with one foot on either side of Billy’s body. Billy could feel Nick standing over him, huge and tall, pinning the sheet down on either side of him and basically trapping him to the mattress.
Billy opened his eyes, gasping at the sight of Nick standing over him. The alpha’s face was almost seven feet above him, looking down at him with a heated expression, and he was wearing his red suit, including his boots, gloves and wide utility belt.
“Good morning,” Nick said, lifting his left foot and running his boot along the side of Billy’s arm outlined under the thin crimson sheet. Billy shuddered, his cock filling with blood as his balls pulled up tight.
“Morning,” he mumbled overwhelmed.
Nick stopped rubbing Billy’s arm with the side of his boot. Instead, he lifted the boot up and brought it down on the center of Billy’s chest. He didn’t put much weight on it, leaning visibly to the right, just enough so that Billy could feel it when he tried to inhale.
“How do you feel?” Nick asked. He had one hand on his belt, and the other was groping his cock through his suit. The sight of the gloved hand cupping the thick shaft was enough to make Billy’s mouth water.
“Horny,” Billy said, his voice breathless and hoarse. “Happy.”
Nick grinned. “Yeah?” he asked, letting his boot slip up until the tip was nudging Billy’s jaw.
“Yeah,” Billy answered, his breath hitching. Nick’s boot slid up the side of his face, the rough sole pulling on his cheek, moving down until it was planted on the mattress next to Billy’s head.
“Lick it,” Nick ordered. His voice retained its warmth, but the ring of command was unmistakable. Billy shuddered.
Turning his head, heart hammering in his chest, Billy came face to face with Nick’s shiny leather boot. It was huge, stretching from below Billy’s chin to over his head, but it looked clean and even—impossibly—inviting.
Billy stuck out his tongue, the taste of leather hitting him hard. Like Nick’s gloves, it was a unique flavor, and one that he’d never thought of as particularly pleasant before.
It still wasn’t, but the knowledge that he was licking Nick’s boot—that he was debasing himself—made his cock throb under the crimson sheets.
“Do you like that?” Nick asked. His voice was gruff, and when Billy looked up he could see that the alpha was breathing deeply.
