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.

I released Magnus and withdrew from his neck, breathing hard through my growing need for him. There was work to do still. He wasn't ready for me.

I picked up the bottle of lube again and coated my fingers in it before looking down at Magnus, whose hand had picked up where mine left off. He was so beautiful like this, flushed and needy and leaking for me. Best yet, when I gently pulled his hand away from himself and set it down by his side, he didn't try to move it back. "Let me take care of you," I told him. Magnus fixed those incredible dark eyes of his on me and my heart constricted at the look of absolute trust in them. He nodded slowly and bit his lip.

I moved my lubed-up hand down but didn't make contact, not with how nervous he looked. Instead, I kissed him as a distraction, waiting until his tongue and mine were moving together before I gently pressed down on his entrance. Magnus froze for a second before he kissed me even harder, probably trying to distract himself.

After circling my fingers around him a couple of times, I broke our kiss and said, "Relax." His eyes stayed fixed on mine while I slowly inserted one finger.

I knew from self-exploration and from my singular experience with bottoming that one finger wasn't enough to do much – it wouldn't cause much pleasure or pain, and any discomfort would be mental. Magnus might have been nervous when we started down this road, but all that seemed to have fled since he just smiled softly at me and lifted his lips for another kiss. Of course I obliged him, and as I eased my tongue into his mouth, I added another finger.

Magnus seemed completely unhurried as I stretched him. His hands ran the length of my body, pausing to caress here and there and occasionally dipping down to tease my erection. He kissed me deeply and passionately, but with none of the urgency that was coursing through my body. He seemed completely content to do this all night. At least, I thought that until I added a third finger and less than a minute later Magnus said, "I'm ready."

My heart raced with anticipation and excitement. "Sure?" I asked between kisses.

Magnus pulled away and waited until I made eye contact. It was dark in my room, but even when I wasn't shifted, I could see better in the dark than I used to. Yet another perk of being a werewolf. Because of this, I got to admire Magnus' tousled hair, his red cheeks, and the warmth in his eyes. I looked down at his flushed, dripping erection and couldn't resist wrapping a possessive hand around him.

Magnus' hips bucked up and he wiggled his hips. "Lachlan, take me. Please. I want to be yours in every way I can."

His words lit a fire in me. How much of that was werewolf instinct and the need to claim my mate? How much was me? I had never felt so possessive about a lover before, had never thought of sex as anything but a physical release or even as a distraction from the lonely life I had before I met Magnus. This would bind us together in a very real way – Magnus once described it as the werewolf equivalent of marriage in a world without divorce – and I wanted it so badly with him.

I leaned down and kissed Magnus again, but carefully this time – I wanted him to feel how precious he was to me and just how much I cherished him. My eyes watered and I pressed kisses to his cheeks and forehead before returning to his mouth.

Magnus' hands came up to cup my face. "I love you," he said.

It was the first time I heard those words from someone I wasn't related to, and even though I had known he loved me, hearing it was so much better. The moment was even sweeter because it showed how deeply he understood me – even without a mind link between us, he had known exactly how I was feeling from a few kisses. "I love you too, Magnus. So much."

Magnus picked up the bottle of lube I had left next to him and squeezed some out onto his hand. He reached between us and slowly, gently coated me. When he pulled away, his glistening eyes stayed on mine as he lifted his hips to give me a better angle in. I braced my hands on his hips softly and with care – all of my urgency had been completely eclipsed by tenderness.

When I was pressed against his entrance, I hesitated for just a second, wanting to commit this moment to memory. My life with Magnus was going to be amazing. It would be full of love and wonderful moments, passion and compassion, and so much more. This moment would always be special, though.

Magnus nudged me and I couldn't help laughing a little. "So eager," I said.

"Eager for you," Magnus agreed breathlessly.'

I slowly pressed forward until the head of my penis was inside him. I hesitated, waiting for the pain he must be feeling to pass, but with him gazing up at me with wonder-filled eyes, it was hard to time. Since he seemed fine, I pushed in a little farther. Magnus didn't flinch; in fact, he let his eyes shut a little in satisfaction.

I wasn't an idiot. If my mate wasn't hurting, I wasn't going to drag this out. I slid in the rest of the way slowly but without hesitation or any more waiting. When I was seated completely inside him I gave him another few seconds to adjust, but Magnus said, "You don't have to wait. It feels good."

Later he and I were going to have a talk about whether werewolves have a magical capacity for anal. Right now, I took him at his word. Magnus felt incredible and it was really difficult to keep still.

I pulled out almost all the way and snapped my hips so the next thrust was hard and fast. Magnus' eyes widened and he gasped, but I could see that he liked it so I did it again and again, pounding unrelentingly into him while Magnus clutched at the bed. His legs wrapped around my waist and he used them to pull me in even harder.

He felt so good my eyes kept almost rolling up, but I was determined not to miss a single moment of his expressions. Magnus whimpered as I thrust into him, seeming helpless to keep from letting out little mewls and moans. He bit his lip against the sounds, but they escaped anyway and I loved it, loved seeing this side of him. It was so much more incredible than I had expected, not only getting to have bareback sex for the first time, but having it with someone who meant the world to me.

It took a couple of minutes of relentless pounding before the urgency cooled and I slowed down. Magnus was enjoying himself, but he needed more from me. I hadn't hit the right pace or angle for him yet. It would take time to learn those things about each other's bodies, but I would take care of Magnus all night if that's what it took to satisfy him.

As I slowed down, I started working my hips, trying to hit that magic spot. When I didn't find it, I pulled out – earning an mm! of protest from Magnus – and got a pillow to prop him up.

I put on a little more lube and this time as I entered him, I knew I had it right. Magnus stared at me in astonishment and his mouth dropped open before he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip halfway through the most sensual moan I had heard in my life.

"There," Magnus said, hooking his legs around me again so he could drive me in deeper.

Yes. I hadn't thought Magnus could feel any better, but knowing I was making him feel so good only heightened my own pleasure until that delicious tingling started in my lower abdomen, signaling my impending orgasm. I refused to go without Magnus and I reached down to stroke him in time with my thrusts until he was a whimpering mess.

He had to be close, but I wasn't going to last. "Magnus, I'm going to claim you. I'm going to bite into that pretty neck of yours and you're going to be mine." My voice sounded breathy from the exertion, but it had the effect on Magnus I'd hoped. He looked up at me with need in his eyes and I felt him starting to clench around me.

"I'm yours," he said.

That was it for me – I erupted inside him, pumping through the most intense orgasm of my life as I sank my teeth into the crook of his neck. Thankfully, Magnus was right there with me. He bit me too, and it didn't hurt like I had been fearing – it made my orgasm draw on longer as absolute euphoria spread through me from the bite. Magnus shot off so hard cum splattered on my jaw as I leaned over him and he moaned against my neck, spurting several seconds longer than I had. Even after he finished, his hips kept jerking in little aftershocks.

Well, they said prostate orgasms could be a lot stronger.

After a few still moments where I tried to get my bearings and failed utterly, I withdrew my teeth from his neck and lapped a few times at the wound as he did the same for mine. We stared at each other and I thought he was also struggling to process everything that had just happened.

I could feel Magnus now, could keenly feel the connection between us. Magnus' emotions stayed separate enough from my own that I would never confuse them, but I was acutely aware of how he was feeling.

Magnus loved me. I knew it already, but it was entirely different to feel his love through our new connection. And... he was happy. Really, truly happy in a way that left me feeling deeply fulfilled. I couldn't help feeling unworthy. How could anyone be deserving of such pure love and joy? And how could anyone ever deserve Magnus? Fate had been good to me, and I swore to myself I would never take him for granted. I would do everything I could to keep him this happy always.

Our mouths were both bloody from the claiming, but I had to kiss him. Magnus responded eagerly until I heard his voice in my head and froze. "I have the best mate in the world."

"I think you have us confused," I said.

"Hm?"

"You don't have the best mate in the world – I do," I told him smugly. I eased down a little and sprawled across his cum-splattered chest. I caught the scent emanating off myself and grinned. Our scents were as bound together as we were, and I would smell overwhelmingly like him with his seed rubbed into me. Good. Let everyone know I was his.

Magnus jolted upright, his arms wrapping around me when I would have fallen. "The mind-link!" he said. "Say something over the link!"

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, content to sit like this for a long time. "I love you," I sent.

Magnus squealed in delight and hugged me even harder. "I love you too!" He was wriggling in his seat, doing his best approximation of a happy dance while we were wrapped up together like this. Yeah, I was definitely going to do everything in my power to make him this happy every single day of the rest of our lives.