“Maybe a little,” he teases, eyes soft. There’s a quiet intimacy in the way he’s looking at me that makes my heart stutter and my groin come to life.
“Can we… move somewhere with more room?” I ask.
And then, without a word, he lifts me in his arms likehe’s carrying the smallest, lightest bag of groceries and brings me into his bedroom. The room is huge, but simple—a big bed built sturdy enough for him, plaid blankets folded neatly, and a stack of books balanced on the nightstand beside a lamp that looks comically small for the space. It feels lived-in, warm, a little shy and cozy, like him.
He lays me gently on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight even though he’s barely touched it. Then he steps back, giving me a look that makes every nerve in my body come alive. My breath catches as his hands move to the buttons of his shirt, slow and deliberate, like he’s letting me savor every moment. One by one, the layers come away until it’s just him—broad shoulders, powerful chest, thick thighs, cosmic cock, every inch of him as breathtaking as I remembered and more.
I prop myself up on my elbows, unable to look anywhere else. There’s something reverent in the way he peels himself bare, not just stripping off clothes but walls too.
“Magnus…” I whisper.
His lips twitch, a faint smile, but his eyes never leave mine as he kicks his underwear off. “Keep looking at me,” he says, voice low, like a promise and a command all at once.
I do as I’m told, my pulse thundering in my ears. He comes closer, each step heavier than the last, until he’s standing over me. His hands are careful when they touch me, tugging at my shirt, easing it up and over my head as if he’s unwrapping something fragile. The brush of hisfingers against my skin sends sparks racing across my torso. I’m so turned on, my body quivers.
“Perfect,” Magnus murmurs, almost to himself, before his hands slide lower. “Mine.” He makes quick work of the rest but doesn’t rush—each movement deliberate, each touch reverent, like he’s memorizing me piece by piece.
By the time I’m bare beneath him, I can hardly breathe. He leans down, bracing one sizeable hand beside my head, his breath warm against my cheek. “Still with me?”
“Fuck yes. And actually, speaking of… I have a confession.”
His eyebrows scurry up his forehead, and I take a breath and spit it out.
“After what happened in your office, I was… curious. And, uh, horny for more.”
One side of his mouth turns up slightly.
“There’s this little shop downtown that sells all kinds of toys. Every shape and size you can imagine. I may have found one that was… well, similar.”
He’s fully smiling now and completely handsome.
“I’ve been practicing with it all week. Took me a couple of days to, uh, get the hang of things.” His tail swishes once, pulling my attention, and I notice my admission has made him rock hard. “Anyway… I guess what I’m saying is, I’ve been training. Like… actually training for this. For you. That.” I nod to his enormous erection.
“You make it sound like you’ve been studying for a test.”
“Yeah, and I’m really hoping for an A-plus.”
Magnus laughs and says, “Fuck, that’s actually hot.” He closes his eyes. “Thinking about you taking a big ol’ Minotaur-sized dildo up your perfect ass.”
“And wishing it was you.”
He lets out a low growl, and for a split second my chest tightens with concern—until he pulls me against him, crushing me to his burly torso and kissing me hard. I melt into him, doing my best to hook my legs around his thick waist as he lowers himself onto the bed with me clinging to him.
“How about we start with you sucking my dick? And then I’ll open your sweet little hole up with this.” He kisses me softly, and my stomach flutters knowing he won’t be so gentle with my ass. “And then, well, if you want, we can…”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck.”
“Do you have lube? We’re going to need… lots.”
Magnus squeezes his eyes shut, and yeah—unlike me—he clearly wasn’t planning or prepping for this moment. Heck, I even made sure I was…readyback at the office before we went to dinner. Honestly, at this point, it’s like I’m the one doing all the work for the group project.
But then his face shifts, brow slanting, and I swear the gears are turning.
“Um, I’m all out of lube, but… I have another idea.”
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