I’d have cried if it wouldn’t only have made me weaker and uglier.
The itching ballooned out, until I was nothing but a buzzing ball of needy incubus. My mind was hazy, as I fell on my side.
Where was I? What did I…? Was the Duchess punishing me again?
There were voices, but I didn’t recognize them. They were lost in the pulsing need, need, need, which was centered on the hard-on pulsing between my legs.
May I come, please, please, please…?
I didn’t even know if I was begging out loud. Wow, I hoped not.
“What did you do?” Magenta howled, floating in a black cloud towards me. “You swore that you’d not harm him.”
“He’s not harmed,” Lysander insisted. “It’s just a lust potion: Love Me Quick.”
“Witless fae.” Magenta curled her magic around Lysander. “Have you no idea how dangerous it is to give an aphrodisiac to an incubus who’s already…”
“Suffering from touch deprivation,” Sleipnir gritted out. “You know that I’m going to kick your ass, right?”
“Don’t you think that there’s enough danger in this academy without the rivalries, which are fostered by the coven to divide us? Why must you make it worse?” Magenta demanded.
“Says the witch from the House of Crows.” Lysander struggled in her magic’s hold.
I rolled onto my back, scrabbling at my clothes. The fabrics grated my sensitive skin. I needed them off, off, off… I tore and ripped, hauling off my shirt, before shoving down my pants and kicking them away with a sigh of relief. Then I wrapped my hand around my throbbing dick, which hurt so much. But it wasn’t enough.
Why wasn’t anybody helping me?
“Please,” I whimpered.
Magenta leaned over me. Her hand hovered over my dick.
Just a wee bit closer…
“Don’t touch him,” Fox warned. “Unless you want a shock that could fry his dick as well.”
Magenta snatched away her hand, backing up.
No, no, no…come back, witchy…
I arched, moaning. My own hand wasn’t enough, as I stroked and tugged. I needed…touch. I was aflame again, back with the Duchess. She was burning me, and I was begging for it.
“It was just an experiment,” Lysander said, shakily. “Stop your fussing; it’ll wear off. What’s an hour’s humiliation for him, when you wished a night’s humiliation on me?”
Midnight rose up, towering over Lysander. Midnight’s charcoal eyes darkened to black. “When did I take advantage of that power over you, my prince? How long will you allow your guardian’s twisted hate to rule your life?”
Willoughby leaned closer, stroking the back of his hand down my cheek. The touch settled me, clearing my mind for a moment, but it still wasn’t enough. I squirmed, trying to encourage his hand lower, but he shook his head.
“You’re drugged and can’t tell me to stop. I shan’t touch you like this. I’m sorry.” When his sky-blue hair froze to ice, I shuddered at the sudden danger. The room became as chilly as the grounds. There was fleeting fear in Lysander’s eyes now. “Was your revenge worth causing such pain?”
Lysander’s lips curled. “Who are you, killer, to act pious over causing pain?”
Killer?
Even through the haze of need, I paled, pulling away from Willoughby. I knew why all the Immortals had been sent to the academy, but not the Princes. Their crimes had to be greater for an entire kingdom to depose and abandon them. But killer…?
Willoughby paled, and his eyes flashed with raw pain at the way that I’d recoiled from him. Then his expression became blank again, and he looked down, avoiding everyone’s intent stares.
I closed my eyes, sensually tracing my fingers over my aching nubs, twisting and pulling. Why wouldn’t someone suck on them? Just one? I’d take even a foot rub…
All of a sudden, Sleipnir gave a small smile, “You knew that we wouldn’t be able to touch Bask to help him. But what your loser ass doesn’t realize is that Serenity knows a fae who’d love to help him through this.” He couldn’t mean…? “Andro, get your ass out here.”
I tried to sit up, covering my dick with my hands…anything to stop what was about to happen. I whined, as unshed tears burned my eyes. I was desperate for Andro to touch me, but devastated for Lysander to see his clone.
Don’t let Andro appear, please…
I’d agreed to the bet. I’d known that if I lost, it’d suck. I didn’t blame Lysander because by incubi standards, he’d only schemed and won. I respected that. But I didn’t want him to witness the version of him that I both used and loved. Even if I knew that Willoughby had a clone of me that he spanked. I was sexy, after all. Who could blame him?
I didn’t think that Lysander, however, would be flattered in the same way.
Andro appeared in all his beautiful, naked, and submissive glory, kneeling fluidly at my side. His hair veiled his face, but he gasped at my distress, leaning to feather kisses across my eyelids, as I screwed shut my eyes like that could save me from Lysander. I’d never known that such a simple gesture could make me feel cherished.
Instantly, the buzzing settled, and I sighed with pleasure.
When I peeked at Willoughby and Midnight, they appeared shocked and mesmerized. Midnight was checking out Andro’s arse; it was a fine sight.
When I dared to look at Lysander, however, my stomach twisted even worse than it was with the potion. He was close to tears. His eyes were wide, as he studied the way that Andro rubbed my shoulder with tender love.
“Tricks don’t always play out the way that we intend,” Sleipnir said, quietly, “I should know.”
Andro’s soft gaze met mine; and I nodded my permission. Unlike with Willoughby, there was no question of consent because weird as it might be, Andro was my lover, and he knew how to meet my needs, as much as I’d ever been molded to suit the Duchess’. Except, I’d failed with the Duchess, whereas Andro never had with me because he’d been created for me.
I wished that I could free him too.
Then Andro kissed down my neck, and I lost all coherent thought, apart from make me feel…
Kisses, sucking, touching. I was ablaze, but this time with pleasure. Andro licked across my nipples, and I moaned, before he trailed a path with his fingers and tongue to my dick. I gritted my teeth because I was beyond the point of teasing. When Andro lowered his lips over my dick, sucking on the head, I lifted my gaze to lock it with Lysander’s.
“But I won,” Lysander’s whisper was tear-tinged.
Magenta’s voice vibrated with power, “I’ll lead my Rebels on the mission, and I’ll be damned if they won’t all survive. But do you truly believe that you won?”
When Andro sucked harder, I howled, consumed by pleasure that was agonizing even in its release. How many times would the potion force me through it? I panted and clenched my fists, coming for a second time.
Yet I’d always been a slave to pleasure, whether it was forced on me or taken from my body. Pleasure was dangerous, and the mission could be deadly.
Chapter Seventeen
FOX
