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I don’t know which of the three of us moans louder, but I almost come when Tori begins riding me again. The head of Valen’s dick slides into my willing mouth, and I grasp his hips to drag him forward, deeper.

Valen strokes my lips while enjoying the sight of me sucking and hums. “Such a greedy thing.”

I lick at the head and open my mouth wider when Valen’s thumb on my chin guides it. His low voice shivers over me. “Look at how hungry you are. Have you denied this needy throat from what it wants?”

Tori keens loudly when my hips snap up with a pulse of pleasure.

Valen’s fingers trail down my jaw. “Would you like me to satisfy your curiosity?”

I nod furiously and squeeze my eyes shut when Valen finally slides his shaft deep. I gag but don’t let him pull out. I shift my hold on him to grip his ass, my toes curling when he breaches my throat. Oh fuck, it feels so good. Tori is slapping down on my cock, and Valen is pushing forward more and more until I swallow him whole.

Then he moves slowly, my body shifting with his thrusts. His fingers trail along the column of my throat, back and forth, until he whispers, “You’re swallowing me down so well. You were made for this.”

My hands tighten and my feet slide along the silk as I try to thrust up harder into Tori.

“Do you like being ours, magician? Does it feel good to submit?”

It really does. It’s a part of me I haven’t let others see in years, and I’ve missed being played with.

His fingers press lightly on either side of my throat. “You are such a good fucking boy.”

I whimper, twitching, when Tori strokes as well. She moans, her pussy clenching me as she gasps. “Go faster, Valen. Give him what he needs.”

My eyes roll back as Valen uses my throat. My whole body pulses, my fingers and toes curling and flexing. My orgasm is hovering just out of reach, but I can’t come. Not yet. I want more.

Tori kisses along my neck, humming and licking at Valen’s fingers. She suckles, and her tongue curls over my straining tendons. “Heal him, Valen.”

My fantasy comes to an abrupt stop when the bedroom door clicks open. Soft, expensive shoes are nearly soundless as they approach the open bathroom door. I don’t bother looking as that familiar drawl hums, “What a good boy.”

A thrum of pleasure licks up my center. It’s so close to my fantasy that it’s a struggle not to grip my aching shaft. “I can follow directions sometimes.”

“Yes, I did make them so simple that a child could accomplish it.”

Valen’s shoes clip on the expensive marble tiles as he approaches. My heart thuds against my ribs, and my gaze flicks up when he comes to stand next to me with his hands in his charcoal gray suit pockets. He scans me clinically and nods his approval before sliding his hands free to unbutton his jacket. He steps away to shrug out of it and toss it on his vanity counter. “And you ate the crumpet after the potions?”

“Yes, and it was godawful.”

He slips off his cufflinks with glinting sapphires embedded in them. They clatter carelessly on the marble, and I try not to sneer. The cost of even one of those could feed a Southerner family for months. I grit my teeth and shove those thoughts away as Valen rolls up his white shirtsleeves past his elbows. He keeps his vest on, and it accentuates the whip-like strength of his slender frame. His forearms are corded with lithe muscles that make his movements so elegant. He slides his ring off his middle finger and sets it down next to the links carefully.

After withdrawing a pair of scissors from a drawer, Valen saunters back over to me, collecting a tall stool on his way. It clacks down beside the tub for him to prop on it. He unfurls an elegant hand towards me expectantly.

I stare at it, blinking.

He sighs. “Hand.”

I roll my eyes at his tone and lift my delightfully tingly numb right hand out of the water. His long fingers wrap around it and draw it towards him with unexpected gentleness. He snips at the bandages in quick, efficient clips and opens them up to inspect my rings. His brows lift. “Lovely.”

He pulls the bandages free, and I gawk. The blisters are gone. I wiggle my fingers, sensation slowly returning to them. No jolts of pain either.

Valen snaps, “Do not summon your magic.”

I glare and lie, “I wasn’t.”

He raps the back of my hand with the handle of the scissors. “Back in.”

“What is this stuff anyway?” I give him my other hand when he holds out his again.

He answers while he works. “A stronger, more potent version of the kind your apothecary friend made you. But still. No magic until tomorrow at the earliest.”