“He’s asleep.”

Magnus settles next to me on the couch, his eyes closing.

“I’m not surprised. He barely stopped the entire time. Your family ran him ragged.”

“Well, it’s good he had fun.” Magnus turns his head to look at me. “He seemed to be extremely comfortable the entire time. I was worried, my family is…. Intense.”

I stare as he closes his eyes again, sinking into my couch. This is the most relaxed I’ve seen him all day. Clearly, he was worried about our reaction to his family.

Turning so my body is facing his, I gently cup his cheek. He opens his eyes, those beautiful light tan irises meeting mine.

“Now you listen to me Magnus Bruin. Your family was quite different from what Zhen and I are used to that is true, but they were also warm, generous, welcoming, and very loving. I’m pleased we got to meet them, and they felt more like family than my own parents.” I smile at him, my mask slipping once again, “Your family is different from my own, but that’s a good thing. I want Zhen to know a childhood more like yours than mine, filled with laughter and fun, not business deals and lectures on proper behavior.”

“Are you saying we’re not proper?” Magnus gasps sarcastically, dramatically pressing his hand to his chest in mock horror.

A laugh bubbles out of me and I can feel my mask slowly start to crumble around me. Something about him brings it out of me. He’s nothing like I expected when we first met.

Feeling bolder than I ever have before I swing one leg over him and settle onto his lap. His eyes widen in surprise as his hands go to my hips.

“I’m sure you can be quite improper Mister Bruin.” I whisper in his ear.

His hands tighten on my hips and his breath quickens. I place slow, lazy kisses along his jaw, his scruff tickling my lips. Moving steadily, I reach his lips and he moans against my mouth.

I can feel my nerves surging, this isn’t something I’m used to. I’ve only been with one person and that was a woman, five years ago. This, this is a man I care deeply about, my Mate. This isn’t about duty or reproduction, this is about passion, desire and need.

My need.

My need for him.

Magnus begins to run his hands up and down my back.

“You drive me crazy Gorgeous. The things I want to do with you. All the time. I’m so lucky to have you as a Mate. You’re more than I could have ever hoped or dreamed for.”

I feel my heart flutter in my chest, the raw emotion and truth in his eyes and words fueling the urges within me.

Leaning forward I press my lips against his again, quickly deepening the kiss, letting the simmering passion I have been feeling for Magnus surge into a full out forest fire.

Magnus’s hands slip under my shirt and move up towards my shoulders as I grip his hair tightly angling his head more, while our tongues battle for dominance.

His hands slowly begin to move from my shoulders, trailing down my back to my jeans. The tips of his fingers slip just inside the waistband. His lips pull away from me and he rests his forehead against mine.

“Maybe we should move this off the couch Gorgeous.”

I can hear the desire in his voice. I can’t even seem to voice my own, so I just nod against his forehead.

I stand slowly and take his hand in mine, pulling him up from the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed, Mister Bruin.”

Magnus

“Let’s get you to bed, Mister Bruin.” Jing whispers huskily at me.

I get lightheaded as all my blood rushes south.

 This man should be illegal.

I follow him up a small staircase that leads to his Mezzanine bedroom. It’s tasteful, like the rest of his home. Wrought iron railings are in place of two walls, one wall is pure glass windows and the fourth is a large built-in floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with a wide variety of books, a few drawers, and other Knick-knacks. Some books looked like expensive old, expensive first editions, other like cheap, used paperbacks. The bookshelf is a giant literary headboard for a massive king-sized bed.

Once I see that bed, I don’t notice anything else. Jing must have turned the lights out at some point, moonlight from the large window, the only illumination now.

Jing almost seemed to glow in the ethereal light as he stepped up close to me, gathering up the hem of my shirt, gently pulling it up and off my body. He quickly pulled off his own in one smooth motion.

I must remind myself not to throw him down on the bed and reduce that incredible, fit body to a beautiful, quivering mess.

This was not the time for that.

I slide my arms around his waist and pull him closer. His face nuzzles into my shoulder, his fingers trembling slightly as they grip my shoulders from behind. For the first time, I feel like he has completely let go, fully letting me in, to see all the emotions I know are raging behind his wall of calm. And I can tell he is nervous.

“You’re so gorgeous Jing.” Pressing my lips to his neck, I take in his citrusy scent. “You give so much to everyone, let me take care of you tonight.”

I feel him nod, his grip tightening on my shoulders.

I trail my hands down his sides to the top of his jeans and he shivers against my touch. Jing’s lips and tongue move along my neck and collarbone as I push both our jeans down, leaving us both in briefs.

Grabbing a hold of his muscular thighs I lift him up, putting his legs around my waist, my lips finding his once again. I settle him onto his back in the center of the bed. I hover over him, drinking in the sight of him, nearly glowing in the moonlight.

“Magnus….” He whispers, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Shh Gorgeous, I’ve got you.”

He points to a drawer in his built-in bookshelf just about the bed. I can barely glance at it as my fingers attempt to memorize every inch of his skin.

“In…In there.”

Reaching into the drawer I find he was VERY prepared for this.

As much as I want to get to the main event, I take my time, he deserves to be worshiped. So that is exactly what I do, worship him.

He moans, low and deep, when I take him into my mouth. His hands gripping my hair tightly, his back arching off the bed, his eyes closed.

Fuck.

It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.

I pull off him, moving back up his body, reaching for the bottle of lube I pulled from his drawer.

I coat my fingers and slide my hand between his legs, gently massaging and teasing him.

“Try to relax Gorgeous, if you want to stop at any time, tell me and we stop.”

His eyes, like melted chocolate, lock onto mine.  

“Please Magnus, don’t stop.” His voice is strained with desire. He runs one hand over my jaw and into my hair, pulling me down into a kiss. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I groan into his mouth, pushing one finger into his hot, tight channel. Slowly I prep him, taking my time to make sure he only feels pleasure.

He curses and tightens around my fingers when I find his prostate, making me growl lowly in satisfaction. I know I can’t hold out much longer. The need to be inside him, to mark him overwhelming at this point.

“Do you have a preference on position Gorgeous? It would be easier for you if you turned over.”

His eyes flutter open and search my face for a moment before he moves to turn over. When he has repositioned himself on his hands and knees, I run my hand down gently down his spine, watching his muscles quiver under my touch. Slowly I line myself up and slowly start to push into him, he tenses at first, so I layer my back over his, my mouth close to his ear.

“Relax Gorgeous. Let me in.”

Slowly, his muscles relax, and I ease in more. Rubbing circles on his hips, I get him to relax further until my hips finally, FINALLY, meet his. We groan in unison at the feeling of being completely connected. I’m still for a time, waiting for him to adjust before I start moving.

It feels like an eternity before his hips start to slowly move, a slow shallow back and forth.

“A you ready Gorgeous?”

“Please Magnus…. Please move.”

Well, don’t have to ask me twice.

Adjusting my grip on his hips, I start to set a steady pace, adjusting my angle until…

“FUCK!”

There it is.

Looping one arm across his chest, I lift him onto is knees, his back pressed against my chest, my lips next to his ear. He moans lowly as I continue to piston in and out of him, my cock hammering into his prostate repeatedly.

“That’s it Gorgeous.” I whisper, “You’re irresistible. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. I want to show you so much, so many different things I want to do to you, each on will reduce you to a beautiful fucking mess.”

“Yes Magnus, please….Fuck….I’m so close.”

I feel him tighten around me, making it harder to keep up a steady rhythm.

“FUCK! Me too.”

Skimming my nose down his neck, grab a hold of the junction of his neck with my teeth. Just resting them there for now, but ready.

“Yes Magnus, mark me, make me yours forever.”

That’s it. My teeth dig into his skin as my orgasm explodes from me, my vision going white for a moment. As soon as I take my teeth from his neck, he turns his head and bites down, leaving a matching mark on my neck, his own orgasm pumping from him.

It’s perfect.

I can’t remember a time better than this.

Jing rests his head on my shoulder, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. I gently lower him back to the bed, pulling out of him. He mumbles slightly as I grab a wet wipe from his drawer, he was very through in his preparations, and clean us off.

Sliding us both under the covers, I wrap an arm around his waist and pull him back against my chest.

I nuzzle my nose into his hair, letting his scent wash over me as I drift off to sleep, content.