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Understatement.

“Okay." If Cecile had opinions on that, she didn’t show it. “Next time you can use your magic, think about doing it in slow motion. Walk the process through step by step and see if you can identify each part of it. When you cast the fire, does the magic start inside you or out? Where inside you — or outside of you — does it feel the strongest? Can you open that pathway up slowly? Or is it an on-off switch? When you cast a ward, the same thing. You cast the spell and the ward appears, but where is the magic itself coming from? Does that make sense?”

Onyx turned his focus completely onto Cecile, ignoring Domnic’s presence as he thought it over. “I’ll pay attention next time. I didn’t…” He gnawed on his lip. He hadn’t realized there were so many ways to approach magic. “If you tell me how to do something, I can probably mimic it.”

At least, he thought he could.

After a while, Dominic quietly got up from his chair and left the sitting room, something Onyx barely paid attention to as he listened intently to Cecile and her explanations of what should be possible. He forgot, just for a little while, to be jagged and difficult.

He was eager to get back out to the warehouse and try out a few of the things they’d discussed, and by the time the magic lesson was ready to draw to a close, he was slightly disappointed that he’d have to go back to a normal day instead of getting to go test it out.

It, quite frankly, put him in a pissy mood.

He was disappointed when the servant showed her out, and he sulked when Dominic came to fetch him at the end of the lesson. “Maybe I could be like that pet and go without a collar,” he suggested, without any hope whatsoever.

Dominic arched an eyebrow. “You couldn’t promise not to try to kill me the first moment you were able to, nor bring the house down around us both, and I wouldn’t believe you even if you tried,” he pointed out.

“To be fair,” Onyx retorted, “I could also try to kill you without using magic, but I haven’t done that, either.” But he didn’t argue. What would be the point? They both knew that no matter what happened, Onyx was too dangerous to be allowed to have his magic around Dominic fucking Bancroft.

Dominic reached out his hand to beckon him close. “But I’ve arranged for us to go to the warehouse the day after tomorrow.”

He went to Dominic when he gestured, standing just within range, though he took another step closer so he was pressed flush against Dominic’s chest when he gave the news. “Yeah?” He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against Dominic’s. “Thank you.”

Dominic hummed an affirmative and deepened the kiss, his hands going to Onyx’s hips and squeezing lightly. “You’re welcome,” he murmured after breaking the kiss. “Keep the plug in for the rest of the day for me, please?”

Onyx took a step back and scowled at Dominic, betrayal surging inside of him at the demand. Request? Whatever.

Either way, Onyx didn’t want to do it.

“You told me I could take it out after the lesson,” Onyx snapped.

And one way or another, it was coming out, even if he had to do it himself.

Chapter 26

Dominic

Dominic had rather expected that response, but the desire to know that Onyx was wearing his plug had prompted the request. “And you can,” he said calmly. “I am asking you to keep wearing it. Not telling you that you have to.”

“Why would I want to?” Onyx crossed his arms against his chest. “What do I get out of it?”

Dominic smiled. “What do you want to get out of it?”

Onyx eyed him. “Nothing you’ll give me,” he muttered. “I want it out.” He stepped around Dominic, heading for the door leading into the hallway from the sitting room.

Dominic chuckled as he followed Onyx out into the hall. If he thought that because it will drive me to distraction was a sufficient reason, he’d have voiced it. But Onyx wasn’t to the point where he would enjoy playing those types of teasing games with him.

Not yet.

Someday he would be.

At some point — some point soon — Dominic would have Onyx bent over with his shorts down and ass bared. Not for a plug, but for Dominic to drop his own slacks from his hips and push his cock into that waiting hole.

Onyx would moan for him as Dominic slowly filled him up, stretching him. He might bite his lip in that way that he did when he was trying not to make any sounds, but he wouldn’t be able to keep all of them back, not with Dominic pressed up against his back and thighs flush with his as he was buried to the hilt.

Not when Dominic started to fuck him. Slowly at first but building the pace. Driving his hips against the edge of the desk until they left bruises on the young witch’s skin.

Dominic smiled faintly as the fantasy played its way out in his mind while Onyx led him back to his bedroom.