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MUTUAL PLEASURES

AURA

In a few swift steps, he was right in front of me. I slipped off the desk and turned, presenting my back. He made quick work of the buttons, and the cool air in the room drifted over my overheated skin. I shivered, tugging the lace off my shoulders and down to my waist as I faced him again. His eyes brightened, taking in the sight of me.

He moved to step back, but I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. His control unraveled, hands sliding into my hair while he slanted his mouth over mine. His fingers slipped down to the nape of my neck and loosened my bun. He straightened as my wild waves tumbled down to settle against my ribs and the pin that’d held it all together clattered to the floor.

His chest rose and fell harshly, his gaze hungry as he lifted me onto the desk and tugged my dress off over my legs. “This hair,” he growled, his hand clenching at the back of my head. He tugged gently, baring my neck, his lips sliding up the length of it. He peppered my jawline with kisses before his teeth closed around my earlobe, and my eyes fluttered shut. “Beautiful. Unique. You.” He sucked on my neck, and I practically purred. “Gods, you’re more potent than wolfsbane. You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

“You’ll be the death of me if you don’t touch me,” I said.

He laughed as he cupped my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple between his fingers. My breath caught, and his hand closed around my wrist, bringing it between my legs. “Show me,” he whispered.

Part of me wanted to resist, but gods I couldn’t. My fingers resumed, slipping inside me as his tongue flicked across my nipple. He sucked hard on it, and I shivered. My free hand shot out to grab onto the desk, and again something fell to the floor.

“Don’t blame me for breaking anything this time,” he said against my sensitive peak.

A half moan, half laugh erupted from me. My fingers moved with increasing speed, my climax approaching only to retreat. Again and again until I was a whimpering, frustrated mess. “Why—” I started to complain, but Sylvan gave my nipple another flick that made me draw in a breath.

“Your body is probably starting to crave more. But I don’t want you to have regrets. What more do you need from me aside from crossing a line you may regret?”

I responded without batting an eye. “Let me watch you.”

He bit his lip around a grin. “Alright,” he said. He stepped back, unbuttoning his trousers. “But I’m not sure I’ll last long, because you⁠—”

“Less talking, more stroking.” He grinned and wrapped his hand around his thick cock. I imagined it inside of me, stretching me, filling me. Between the two of us, there were no sounds save for the obscene wetness. Our movements became simultaneous, breaths synched, hands pulling and stroking in tandem.

“I envy those fingers right now,” he said. A husky admittance among rapid, shallow breaths as he watched me work myself over.

“Do you?”

“Gods, yes.” His eyes drank me in, watching every pump of my fingers.

I couldn’t move my fingers hard or fast enough. I was right there on the edge, desperately reaching for something that seemed to taunt me. Something determined to be just beyond my grasp. I wanted to weep. I wanted him inside me instead of my own digits.

“I want to draw out every possible sound of pleasure from those delectable lips.”

My breath shuddered, my movements growing more desperate.

“It’s taking all my control not to lay you out on that desk and bury myself so deep inside you that I forget my own damn name when you come,” he said as his strokes matched the zeal of mine.

My release slammed into me, and Sylvan’s wasn’t far behind. I was certain the sounds of our mutual pleasures would never leave my mind. It took a moment before the tension abated, and I withdrew my hand, closing my eyes as my body calmed down.

When I opened my eyes, Sylvan had already done up his trousers and was folding a handkerchief to tuck back into his pocket. I sat fully upright on my desk. Through our mingled scents, I didn’t sense anything like regret, though there was still desire simmering beneath the surface.

He moved all the way back to the wall. “I’m not standing over here because I don’t want to be near you,” he said, softly. “The opposite, actually. I want to respect you, Aura. Even in this time. Your instincts may take over, but your wishes still matter. I want you to know that even in Heat, I would never do something you’d be uncomfortable with outside of Heat. It’s your body. Always. Alright?”

A strange pang bloomed in my chest, and I nodded. “Alright,” I rasped before clearing my throat.

I wandered to the tankard of water to quickly sponge myself off, and as I set the cloth down, I felt Sylvan’s presence behind me. Something draped over my shoulders, and my fingers met lace. My dress.

“You are being too kind,” I said.

“Someone has to be.” He shrugged, and I rolled my eyes as I slipped my dress back on. He started to pick things up that’d been thrown off my desk … again. “We should stop making this a habit,” he said. “Nothing broken this time.”

“Good.”