Hero: Lucien Vaudrey, Lord Crane. Exiled to China 20 years ago, he has come home to claim his title.

Hero: Stephan Day. A male witch whose family was destroyed by Lucien’s family.

Crane ran his tongue up Stephen’s neck, nipped his ear. “Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want. Let me give you the fucking you deserve.”

Stephen took a shallow breath and looked into Crane’s eyes, direct and naked. “Take me. Right now. Make me beg.”

Oh sweet God. Crane was well aware that Stephen’s tastes ran in harmony with his own, but that surrender was still a jolt right to the groin. “At your pleasure,” he said thickly, lifted the little man away from the wall and half-fell with him onto the desk where Stephen had lain on his back just the day before. “Hell. I need—”

Stephen’s hand was on Crane’s cock, and there was a sudden sensation of slick wetness. “Done.”

“Slippery little witch.” Crane pushed into Stephen’s body, spread before him for the taking. Stephen’s hands clawed his back, their touch like a burn that intensified as he drove harder, deeper. He pressed on Stephen’s shoulders, holding him down, using words and cock and fingers to bring him to the edge of ecstasy, and Stephen writhed and thrashed and cried out with breathless pleas as Crane mastered him with deliberate roughness, spurred by the fizzing, sparking hands that betrayed Stephen’s pleasures and demanded more.

Crane took him thoroughly, almost brutally, and when he had fucked him into helpless, whimpering submission, he pulled back and almost out, and lifted Stephen’s hips, before plunging in at an angle of attack that had the little man gasping.

“Please. Please. Oh God, I can’t—”

“You’ll take my cock whenever I want to give it to you.” Crane lifted him clear off the desk as he thrust into him. “Won’t you?”

“Yes, my lord,” Stephen whispered.

Crane gritted his teeth against his own climax at those breathy words and all they implied, feeling Stephen’s hands flare with ecstasy like burning rain on his skin. “Say that again. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Oh God, don’t make me—”

“Say it.” Crane drove in as hard and deep as he could.

Stephen cried out, desperately. “Please, my lord, please fuck me, my lord, fuck me, fuck me—”

The Magpie Lord (A Charm of Magpies, #1) by K.J. Charles is available now for purchase. A wickedly dark and sexy M/M PNR that hits all the right spots and offers a refreshing balance between the emerging romance and an intriguing mystery.

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