Taste of ecstasy

Chapter 36

The air between them crackled like an impending storm, heavy with unspoken words and raw emotion. Alec's movements were precise, measured, each one a test of Magnus's resolve. His eyes locked onto Magnus's with a predatory focus that sent shivers down Magnus's spine. It wasn't just the blade that Alec wielded with deadly precision it was the force of his mind, the crushing weight of his control that bled into every action, every gesture.

"Focus," Alec's voice was low, almost dangerously calm, but there was an edge to it that sent a wave of tension through Magnus's chest. It wasn't just a command anymore it was an order. The way Alec said it, the way he looked at Magnus, it made Magnus's pulse quicken, his breath shallow. It was all-consuming.

Magnus swallowed, the sweat beading on his forehead. Every inch of his body was on fire from the fight, but it wasn't just the exertion of physical combat that had his heart racing. No. It was Alec his king. His presence. His control. His eyes, so intent on Magnus's every movement, that it felt like Alec was inside his head, dissecting his every thought, his every weakness.

Alec struck again, and this time, there was no time for Magnus to even react. The sword came at him with the speed of a lightning, the force of it knocking him backward, the blade grazing his skin just enough to draw blood.

"You're distracted," Alec muttered, his voice hard as iron, his gaze piercing. "I told you, your feelings can't cloud your judgment, Magnus. In the battlefield, there is no room for weakness. Not now. Not ever."

Magnus's heart thudded painfully in his chest. He knew Alec was right, but damn it, it hurt. Every word Alec spoke felt like a strike to his very core. Alec wasn't just testing his body. He was stripping him down, exposing parts of him Magnus didn't want anyone to see his heart was bare into Alec's bare palm but it was fine but this? This was? This was something he was falling apart from.

His mind began to race 'Why does he make me feel this way?' and then he caught himself, forcing his thoughts back into focus. But it was impossible. Alec's presence in the training wasn't just overwhelming it was suffocating. Alec was not just his king. Not just his lover. He was a force of nature, one that pulled at Magnus's heartstrings and tangled his thoughts in ways that left him breathless and disoriented.

Alec stepped closer, his gaze intense. Magnus could feel the heat between them rising, the sexual tension nearly unbearable. Alec's presence was magnetic, a gravity that pulled Magnus in every time he was near.

The icy blue hue seemed to pierce through the mist of the training grounds, searching, analysing, calculating. There was no mercy in those eyes, only a cold, unwavering focus. Alec wasn't just watching Magnus train—he was observing, studying him like an object, like a subject in his own twisted experiment. His gaze never faltered, never wavered, as if he were looking straight into Magnus's soul and weighing every inch of his worth. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, and it sent a tremor through Magnus's spine every time their eyes met. He wasn't the man who claims him in nights wrapped up in thin sheets he was the king the warrior who fear nothing but loosing him.

"Again," Alec commanded, his voice now a low whisper that only Magnus could hear. But the words held more than just a demand they held a challenge. A promise.

Alec's eyes glinted with something darker now. "You're not focusing on the fight," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous amusement. "You're distracted by me. Aren't you, my fairy?" His hand reached out, fingers brushing the side of Magnus's cheek, sending an electric waves through his body.

Magnus froze, his breath hitching as his entire being focused on Alec's touch. He wanted to step back. To pull away. But the warmth of Alec's fingers against his skin was intoxicating. It sent a shiver of desire straight through him, leaving him unable to move, unable to think.