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“Yes,” the word hissed from him like a benediction. His head fell back, exposing his throat to me fully. It made his Adam's apple appear pronounced and delectable. I swallowed, feeling the sudden impulse to lean forward and press my mouth to the spot.
I licked my lips, ignoring the rise in heat under my skin, even as my fingers trailed across Farrow, over his shoulders and down the outside of his arm. Gooseflesh pebbled his skin and his fingers twitched before they caught the edge of my skirts and latched on, bunching the cloth within his grip.
His breathing increased speed. He flashed clenched teeth. The muscles in the sides of his neck and a vein in his temple bulged. When his nipples hardened against the slopes of his muscled pecs, I cringed, because it set off a certain stirring deep in my belly, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he looked when he was aroused and about to—
Oh, this was bad. I was supposed to be soothing him here, making him feel better after a nasty potion had turned his stomach sour, and I was getting too turned on by his incredibly masculine and delectable visage to behave properly.
I totally didn’t mean to, but I watched, mesmerized, as my fingers stroked back up his arm to his shoulder and then down over his pecs to that hard, little pebbled tip. The moment my betraying thumbnail swiped over his nipple, his eyes flashed open.
I gasped, jerking back, guiltily caught. Except—
Whoa. His irises were all wrong, milked over and so pale that his pupils were basically all I saw.
Whatever trance the potion had put him in, it hadn’t passed through his system at all. He was still very much trapped in the thick of it.
“Farrow?” I asked uneasily, not sure how to help.
His nostrils flared. “I can smell how wet you are for me. Mmm, moist cunt is the best.”
My mouth fell open. But what? He’d never talked to me like that before.
He took advantage of my frozen shock to snag my hand and bring it back to him, drawing me straight to his lap and inside his opened trousers.
“Oh!”
My fingers stiffened instinctively, thinking he’d accidently pulled me there. But then he moaned with need and arched up into my touch, very obviously pressing me against male genitalia.
I gulped, hesitant.
I’d never touched a cock before. It was so full and thick, stiff but velvety soft. Growing fascinated and unable to help my curiosity, I let him pull my hand around his girth and pump, shifting the skin up and down as he guided me into stroking him from base to tip. My eyes widened as I watched in awe. The shaft looked so ruddy and angry in color, proudly jutting up from my fist, except a solemn teardrop beaded from a slit at the end of the bulbous head, which gave it an almost lonely, needful quality.
His rasp definitely sounded needy, too, as his hips arched from my ministrations, begging for more. Hissing air from between his teeth, he watched me from those eerie eyes as his face filled with a rosy vigor.
“More,” he told me, gripping my leg through my skirt and moving his palm up my thigh, his fingers branding me with heat despite the layers of cloth between us. When he reached the junction between, I jumped.
“Oh hell,” I muttered, finally realizing. “Mydera gave you an aphrodisiac.”
Why had I not considered that before?
It was so obvious now; I felt stupid.
In front of me, Farrow blinked, his eyes clearing from their milky hue. The mention of Mydera seemed to momentarily jostle him from the spell, and he simultaneously pulled his hand free of me and shoved mine away from his penis as he jerked upright.
“Shit, sorry,” he rasped, drawing the falls of his trousers closed briskly, attempting to hide his erection. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Don’t stop,” I encouraged, reaching out. “I know what you need now. Just let me—”
“No,” he thundered, pulling back. “I’m okay. I took care of myself. I just need to…” He shook his head insistently as his eyes flickered back and forth between fine and normal to clouded and held captive under the potion’s thrall. “I just—I took care of myself. The spell will—it’ll wear off, now. Soon.”
“No, it won’t.” Shaking my head savagely, I scolded, “Farrow, you idiot. Don’t you know you can’t take yourself in hand when under the influence of an aphrodisiac? That’ll only make it worse.”
His eyes widened with fear. “It will?”
Damn, or maybe he didn’t know better.
Maybe I was the only one here who’d snuck a scroll filled with stories of erotic play from my castle’s library to my bedchambers when I was young and read all about the different love potions and positions there were. And the main detail I’d learned about aphrodisiacs was that pleasuring yourself while under the influence of one was only a temporary fix. The urge would always come back, twice as pressing the next time, and it’d remain until you either tupped another person you actually wanted, or you went utterly mad and rutted whatever human or beast came near you next, against your own inclination.
Farrow seemed to be on the brink of the mad state. It made me wonder how many times he’d taken himself into hand already and tried to will his problem away.
