Stupid Magic Cock (NSFW)

Alexander’s POV

Cassidy drags the gilded mirror from the corner of the room to the foot of our bed. I watched him curiously when he declined my help in moving the furniture. If the thing hadn’t had wheels, I would’ve ignored his protests.

“Sit down,” he instructed, pushing at my shoulders until I was seated on the edge of the covers.

My eyes were practically glued to his fingers as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the pale skin beneath fabric. I twitched in my pants.

Cass dropped the garment on the floor and started on unlacing his trousers. Subconsciously, I had already unbuttoned my own shirt and was now reaching for my pants.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded. Somewhere in my throat came a frustrated whine, but I obeyed. To keep from defying my very sultry mate who was currently performing a striptease, I kept my hands fisted in the sheets at my sides instead. But if I wasn’t allowed to touch something soon, the sheets were going to end up in shreds.