Enforcing Boundaries

Chapter 24

Lachlan

Finally!

I wasn't capable of much other than feeling and acting, but if I wasn't thinking about everything I wanted to do to Magnus, I was thinking that word: finally.

If he had been different... if he hadn't meant so much to me even in the beginning and if my species hadn't been a confounding factor, I would have tried to get him in bed that first night. It had been so long since I got laid and Magnus was an intriguing combination of strong and submissive. He could lead a pack of werewolves but bowed down to the desires of those around him whenever he could. He took control when we got physical, but it was easy to snatch that control away from him.

I bet it translated beautifully under the sheets.

Magnus threw me down on my bed and climbed on top of me, his legs caging me around my thighs while he ground himself against me. I threw my head back and enjoyed the hot sparks that danced through me from every point of contact. Magnus leaned down and kissed me, skipping all the preliminaries and pressing his tongue against my lips until I let him in – not that it took much convincing. His tongue caressed mine and I let him lead the kiss while I slowly ran my hands down his sides, then up his spine. Magnus jolted against me, and when I reached down to gently cup him, he hummed in pleasure.

I had never been with someone so responsive before. I slid my hands back to squeeze his firm ass and Magnus broke the kiss to give me a look of urgent need. "Lachlan," he said, his voice coming out weak.

I tried to flip us, but Magnus was too big and all that muscle he packed weighed too much for me. Magnus caught on to what I wanted and rolled so he was under me, looking up with a beautiful mix of innocence and desire. "I need you," he said, lifting his hips up so we were pressed together again. It felt so good that I shut my eyes to savor it, and he did it again, harder. "Please," Magnus said.

He was going to be the death of me. "I'll take care of you, I promise," I said. I leaned over to open my nightstand drawer. I grabbed the bottle of lube and stared at the box of condoms for a long moment before I slammed the drawer shut. I didn't need them anymore – Magnus was mine, and would always be mine. This was going to be my last first time sleeping with someone. That was strange to assimilate, but it made me feel giddy and exhilarated. I wanted this commitment, wanted him, so badly.

Magnus started kissing up my ribs, then down to my navel, making me shiver. But I didn't want this to be about me. I wanted to make Magnus feel incredible. I was going to make this the best experience I could for him. I squeezed out some lube on my hand and Magnus' eyes lit with excitement, but instead of going for his hole, I grasped his cock, which was warm and full in my hand. Magnus' hips jolted at the unexpected contact and he eagerly thrust into my hand.

I started out with butterfly kisses just under his ear. Then I sucked his lobe into my mouth for just a second before blowing on the sensitive skin. Magnus hummed his pleasure, still thrusting against me even while he tilted his neck to allow me more access. Meanwhile, his hands were kneading and stroking me all over – my thighs, my back, my shoulders. I slowly moved down the column of his neck, planting leisurely kisses and swiping at the skin with my tongue. Every so often, I lightly bit before moving on and each time, I felt Magnus spurting precum onto my hand.

When I reached the base of Magnus' neck in the fleshy area where it met his shoulder, he trembled under me and held my head to his neck in encouragement. I grinned as I nipped and sucked right where I would mark him until Magnus was chanting my name. Fangs descended in my mouth to brush against his skin and he writhed under me. Magnus' thrusts into my hand grew shorter, more purposeful, and I knew he was on a hair trigger. Any more stimulation would make him cum, but it would be more fun to make him wait.