“How so?” Henry gasped, fighting the urge to push up against Loch’s touch.
“I devoted my life to the prince, and would have given my life to protect his, as was my position. But my mates,” Loch said. He met Henry’s gaze once more. “I would defeat an army for my mates. I would fight to my last breath for you all. It is… it is more than I ever imagined to feel for anyone, and it is everything.”
“Yeah,” Henry agreed. “It is.”
“I have never known pleasure such as this. Each of my mates pleases me in their own way. It is overwhelming at times. I crave each of you.”
Henry laid his hand on top of Loch’s. “It’s not just you. I don’t know if that helps, but I feel the same way. I can’t imagine my life without each of you in it. Every one of you has a place and without one, there’s not all of us. I don’t know.”
“Yes,” Loch said. “You understand.”
He leaned over, tracing his hands up Henry’s body until he cupped Henry’s face in his hands. “I would sheath my sword in you now.”
Henry grinned and pointed to the desk in the corner. “Top left drawer.”
Loch scowled but moved quickly away, returning a moment later with a beaming smile and a pot of oil. “This is magical,” Loch said. “Although I did ask Puteri, and she said magic is not used in its making.”
Henry choked out a laugh even as Loch began to coat his hole with oil. He trembled and tried to relax. “You actually asked Puteri?”
“Yes. She knows many things about magic. She has lived a long time.”
Henry wouldn’t mind asking more, but his thoughts scattered in the wind as Loch touched him. He lost himself to the sensations, letting his fear escape. Loch didn’t make him wait long, but pulled him close and kissed him sweetly.
“I would have you on your belly so I can see my sword being sheathed.”
Henry couldn’t help but snicker. “You’ve gotta stop saying that.”
“Yes,” Loch agreed. “I would fuck you now, Henry, my mage. My air.”
Henry sighed and rolled over, letting Loch’s hands guide him into position.
He braced himself against the table as Loch positioned his cock at Henry’s hole and slid it into him. The stretch ached— it always did, even after he’d been with his mates as long as he had. It was Henry’s favorite sensation on the planet.
Something soft tickled over his back and Henry couldn’t help but shiver even as Loch sunk deeper inside him. He glanced over his shoulder and found another loose feather in Loch’s hand. He smiled wickedly as he lowered it again, brushing it over Henry’s back and down his ass.
“Loch. Fuck.”
“Yes, love. That is what we are doing.”
Henry would have growled but Loch began to move once more, a pounding rhythm at odds with the soft brushes against his back. He couldn’t focus on one sensation over the other. They kept him off balance as his body responded to it all, surging higher, faster.
Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more turned on, Loch pulled him up and wrapped his arms around Henry’s chest. He continued thrusting, but the new position forced him to slow down again.
Henry whimpered, needing release desperately. The pressure built and he ached for it. “Loch.”
“Brace yourself on the table.”
Henry did as his mate demanded and pressed his hands into the table. Loch began using the feather again, this time on Henry’s front. It tingled, their magic combining in a way that enhanced each stroke against his skin. He wanted to fight it, to reach up and capture Loch’s hand and still that wicked feather from moving over him, teasing him. But he didn’t. Henry liked the edge. He liked losing control. And his mate was making him absolutely crazy, balancing him on the edge of pleasure.
It could have been Loch’s masterful use of his body that drove him over the edge. His body responded to each thrust, his release building and drawing his balls up tight. It could have been the feather, the magic sparking between them as Loch teased him and made him fight for control. But instead, it was Loch, leaning forward and blowing a light breath over the sweat dampened-skin of his neck. That one additional sensation, combined with all the others, pulled his release from him.
Henry cried out even as Loch dropped the feather onto the table and grabbed his hips. His mate came inside him, claiming him once again. Henry’s body trembled and he moved positions, unable to support himself any further. He didn’t even care that one hand landed on one of his precious books. He rode the waves as Loch continued to use him. They both collapsed against the table, Loch’s breaths gasping into his neck. Henry’s own chest heaved as well.
“That was… wow.”
“Yes.”
“The feather thing.”
