This time, when I take him to my bed, it’s different. Not less intense—never that—but threaded through with something I’m not sure I’ve ever given anyone before.Gentleness. Sweetness. A kind of reverence I didn’t know existed until Jamie. And yet, beneath it all, I’m still starving for him, only now it feels less like hunger and more like connection.
14
REAR ADMIRER
JAMIE
I finally understandwhy I chickened out. Why I couldn’t tell him the truth. It’s because I’m falling for him. Hard. Fully. Inescapably. And if I’m honest with myself, that’s terrifying.
Because I don’t want this to end. Not tonight. Not ever. I know there’s probably an expiration date on whatever this is—on us—once Magnus discovers the truth—that I was actually brought up from the mailroom to be Vanessa’s admin. Once she’s back and the world snaps into order. But tonight? Tonight I want him. All of him. And I want him to want me back without any hesitation, without any walls between us.
He hovers over me, arms on either side, his enormous presence shrouding me.
“Kiss me.” I reach up and place a hand on his chest. “Please.”
He makes a noise, low, not quite a growl but almost, and lowers his head and our mouths make contact. Deep, claiming, undeniable. The room narrows to this—the press of his lips, the heat of his body, the sound of his breath mingling with mine.
I push everything else out of my mind. There’s no fear here. No looming deadlines. No work. Just us.
I focus. On the kiss. On the way he moves. On connecting with him.
He cradles my face with one hand, strong and unyielding, and I feel his pulse through his fingers. He changed into sweats before dinner, and the gray cloth betrays him—his erection determined and unyielding, desperate to break free above me.
He lowers himself, but doesn’t put his full weight on me—he’d crush me like a soda can. His chest rests against mine, thick fur soft and warm, impossibly comforting… and impossibly arousing. I can’t stop the shivers racing down my spine. Every nerve is alive, electrified, tuned entirely to him.
I slide my hands up, savoring the thick curve of his horns, and he groans softly, pulling me closer. The kiss deepens, slower now, deliberate, teasing, until the heat between us is almost unbearable.
I know I shouldn’t. I know I should hold back. But the thought of leaving this moment behind, of stepping away before I’ve had my fill of him, is impossible. My mind clears, andmy body takes over.
I let myself feel it all—the hunger, the longing, the affection—and I meet it with my own. Nothing else exists. Just us.
“Magnus, can we…” I tug at the hem of his sweats. “Get these off.”
He nods, and I try to pull them down, but I can only reach so far with him over me.
“Let me.”
With a quick hop, he’s on the floor, peeling them down, his tail swirling, and just as fast, he’s back, over me, his epic cock hanging down, poking against my stomach.
“Gods, you have such a gorgeous dick.”
He chuckles at my confession.
“Mags, I want you. Need you.” I slide down until the head of his cock lingers inches from my lips, and I’m able to deliver a soft kiss to the tip.
His body trembles above me, but I’m not afraid he’ll crush me. Those arms could hold a plank for hours, solid and unyielding, and I’d be completely at his mercy.
“Tilt your head back for me.”
I do as Magnus says, opening my mouth, and he slides right in. After a week of practice, my jaw has loosened. My throat delights in being filled by him. He thrusts. Pumps. Grunting in that sweet way that makes my insides smolder, and my dick ache for attention.
“There we go,” he coos. “You’re nice and relaxed now.” He sinks into me, and I gag a little, but not enough to stop. I love it, and he knows it. “My sweet little man takes my fat cock so well.”
I reach up, running my hand through his woollystomach. He’s got hair, well, everywhere, but there’s a slightly longer patch right above his dick I like to play with. Let my fingers get lost twisting and lightly pulling. And then I reach one hand under to massage his balls and flirt with his hole.
“Oh, fuck, Jamie. Yes.” He lets out a sharp breath. “Tease my hole. Show me what you want me to do with yours.”
He’s on his knees over me, and I push in, going deeper than before, exploring him, hoping it feels as good for him as the way his cock filling my mouth feels for me.
