Page 47 of His Eternal Temptation

Lane’s touch returned the way it had come. “I’m going to fuck you like this. Dressed nice for me. Rumple these fine clothes so the rest of the day, you’ll be thinking about me and how I touched you. How you’re so perfect that I don’t even need you naked.”

“Yes,” Rowan moaned.

He wanted exactly this, here in his office, a room where he held such power. He was the leader of a fierce coven, but he could let go and didn’t have to hold each piece of himself separately. He wanted to be everything at once when he was with Lane.

Hands worked opened his belt, and his slacks fell to his ankles. Lane hummed, cupping his ass, then pulled his briefs to the floor. Rowan widened his stance, canting his hips.

“That’s it, offer yourself to me,” Lane crooned, hands caressing exposed skin. He pushed the ends of Rowan’s shirt out of the way and paused, like he was taking it all in. “You’re beautiful. Gonna take such good care of this ass.”

Rowan moaned, his skin on fire. Lane reached for the lube, and soon, slick fingers found his crease.

Lane circled his hole. “Good boy,” he said, long and low, drawing out the words as he pushed inside. “Take my fingers. Open up and let me in.”

Rowan’s chest expanded, light with pleasure as Lane worked him open, not rushing but not so slow he felt teased. Soon, he was taking three fingers, rocking into the motion of Lane’s hand.

“Good. Just like that,” Lane praised, his hand on Rowan’s lower back. “Fuck yourself on me.” He curled his fingers, and Rowan’s body ignited.

He cried out, hips bucking. It was so good. He loved being laid out over his desk for Lane. Doing this in a place he’d never let anyone touch him. But he needed more.

“Want to see you,” Rowan panted. “Please?” He glanced over his shoulder, but it wasn’t enough. His stomach swooped, an old broken part of him scrambling for connection even as he braced for rejection.

Lane withdrew his fingers. With his other hand, he gripped Rowan’s shoulder and hauled him upright. “Turn around.” They came face to face. Lane’s cheeks were flushed, his expression hooded with desire. “Sit.” He patted the desk.

Rowan sat, aware of the slickness between his cheeks and unable to care. Lane seemed pleased with the changed position, and Rowan’s relief was staggering, even though his fear hadn’t been about the man in front of him.

“Let’s get these out of the way.” Lane bent forward and removed Rowan’s shoes, then his pants and underwear. He pulled Rowan’s legs apart and settled between his thighs, his hard cock pointing at Rowan’s. “Lay back.” Lane nudged Rowan’s shoulder.

He lowered himself, pulse thundering.

“That’s better.” Lane pushed Rowan’s shirt out of the way and circled a hand around Rowan’s hard dick. “What a sight, my gorgeous vampire.” He stroked lazily. “Hold your knees back for me.”

Rowan gathered his legs and bent himself in half.

Lane’s gaze darkened, gray and stormy. “So flexible,” he praised. “I want to see you twisted around a pole, all bendy and graceful.”

Rowan soared. He felt beautiful and damn near perfect. “With heels on?”

“Hell yes.” Lane dragged Rowan’s hips to the edge of the desk and slicked himself. “I’m going to fuck you. Claim this hole. And you’re going to let me.”

Rowan nodded, hair falling in his face. “Please. Please, Lane.”

Lane brushed the fallen locks aside and caressed his face. “There’s my needy boy.” He kissed Rowan’s lips, stealing his breath and replacing it with something more vital.

“Lane, fuck me. Need you,” Rowan begged against his lips.

Lane took hold of his cock, pulling away enough to maneuver while still looming over Rowan, his stomach brushing Rowan’s eager cock. “Take me,” he ordered as his head nudged Rowan’s hole.

“Yes.” Rowan arched, pulling his legs back as far as he could.

“Oh, fuck,” Lane moaned and pushed forward, forcing his girth into Rowan’s body. “Beautiful, Rowan. Beautiful. Feel so good on my cock. So good.”

Rowan whimpered. Lane filled his body with pleasure and his heart with praise, and he felt unstoppable. On his back. In this room.

Lane captured Rowan’s legs and brought them over his shoulders, rolling his hips, fucking him slow and sensual, going deep, working until he found the perfect angle. He took Rowan apart and built him up again. He praised Rowan with such fierce tenderness, it was impossible to doubt his sincerity.

Lane seemed to need this, too. Maybe as much as Rowan did.

“Lane, please.” Rowan clutched his shoulders, his neck.