Chapter 51: Come Inside
It was past midnight, but Meredith was still suffering from an itch she could not scratch. It was only when Xavier had told her about it that she realized the reason behind it—Magnus was scared of hurting her. So, he decided to go away.
“I won't let that happen,” Meredith thought. “No way I'd let Magnus off my leash.”
With that, while Damien and Xavier were peacefully sleeping in their own beds, Meredith finally went to Magnus’s location. The Mate Pull helped her do so, and she sighed as she opened the large doors of his chamber.
Right now, Magnus stood by the nearby window, the moonlight casting a faint glow over his chiseled features. His broad shoulders were tense, his hands buried in his pockets as if he were fighting an internal battle Meredith didn't understand.
His dark eyes stared out into the night, but Meredith knew he wasn't seeing anything at all. He was lost in his thoughts. He was hesitant. He was expertly controlling the restraint he always had around her.
But tonight, Meredith had other plans. She didn't yet fully understand these feelings, but she knew she badly wanted him. No, she needed him—or else she would rather die. She could sense that beneath his calm exterior, Magnus wanted her just as obsessively as Damien and Xavier.
Magnus was always so careful, yes. But not tonight.
“Tonight, I'm going to make him lose,” Meredith whispered to herself.
She crossed the room silently, her bare feet padding against the cool floor. She stopped just behind him, her eyes raking over his tall, muscular form. The fire radiated off him in waves, and she knew exactly how to play with it.
"Magnus…" she whispered softly.
She cautiously stepped closer, gently resting her hand on his back. He didn't turn, but she felt him stiffen under her touch.
“Meredith, please don't…” His voice was rough, like someone holding himself back too much. “Not yet…”
But she wasn't going to listen to him. Not this time. Instead, she let her hand glide down his iron-clad back, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles.
“Why not?” she asked, pressing herself closer to him, her soft breasts brushing against his tensed arm. “You've wanted this as much as I have.”
Magnus let out a measured breath, his hands tightening into fists inside his pockets.
“It's not that simple,” he said hoarsely. “You know why I can't.”
Meredith bit her lip, fighting back a smirk as she slid her hands around his waist. She pressed herself fully, hugging him from behind. Her hands lowered, and she felt the heat radiating from his growing member—the barely restrained desire to claim her.
She knew he was fighting it, but she could feel him losing that fight, little by little.
“You can,” she whispered into his ear. “You just don't want to admit it.”
Magnus exhaled sharply, finally turning to face her. His lovely eyes held nothing but desire, but his glistening lips seemed to rebel against it.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “I just… I don't want to hurt you, Little Wolf.”
She smiled at that. So typical of him. Always trying to protect her, even from himself. But she wasn't afraid. Not of him. She wanted everything he had to give—even if it was dangerous, even if it meant pushing him to his limits.
Her hands slipped to the front of his white shirt, her fingers teasing the buttons.
“I'm not as fragile as you think, Magnus,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his jaw. “I can handle you well, like I did with Damien and Xavier… but only if you let me.”
Magnus groaned softly, his jaw tightening as his hands instinctively moved to her waist, his elegant fingers pressing into her skin. Still, he held back.
“Little Wolf…” He couldn't finish what he wanted to say. But there was a stammer in his voice—a sign that he was beginning to break free, even if only slightly.
Meredith smiled, feeling the shift in him, sensing that she was getting closer to what she wanted. She leaned up, her lips grazing the sharp bone of his neck. She felt the shudder that went through his entire body.
“I'm not afraid,” she whispered.
His hands tightened on her waist, and for a moment, she thought he might pull away. Instead, he let out a ragged breath, his head falling forward as if surrendering himself to her.
“You don't know what you're asking for,” he murmured.
Meredith's fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, her hands slipping beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of his well-defined abs.
“Yes, I do,” she replied, her lips teasingly trailing along his jaw, tasting the salt of his sweating skin. “And so do you, Magnus…”
“Fuck…”
With a frustrated growl, Magnus finally snapped. His hands gripped her waist harder, and in one swift motion, he spun her around, pinning her back against the window. His eyes were dangerously dark as night.
But Meredith didn't care about that anymore. She saw only the need in his gaze, and it thrilled her.
“Don't tease me, Little Wolf,” he growled, his body pressing against hers. Behind his shorts, his massive cock seemed to sear through her. “I don't know if I can stop once we start.”
She tilted her head back, her eyes locking with his as her lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Then don't stop,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, Magnus…”
That was all it took.
With a primal growl, Magnus crashed his lips against hers. All the pent-up frustration and desire he'd held poured out in that moment. His hands slid up her sides, pulling her closer as he kissed her fiercely, no longer holding anything back.
Meredith moaned into the kiss, her hands threading into his hair, tugging him closer, deeper. She had never seen him like this, never felt him this unrestrained, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted more of him—needed more.
“Magnus…”
His glistening lips left hers, trailing down her neck with bruising kisses as his hands slipped beneath her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. His eyes darkened, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he struggled to control himself.
“God, Little Wolf,” he rasped. “You're going to be the death of me.”
She grinned, her fingers tracing the rippling muscles of his chest.
“Then let's make it worthwhile.”
With a groan, Magnus captured her lips again, his hands sliding down to her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly toward the bed. She could feel the undeniable pull that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. And now, finally, there was nothing holding them back but themselves.
Magnus teased his length against her abdomen, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, and lower—tormenting her as he explored every inch, every curve, every part of her.
Meredith gasped, her head falling back as she clung to him.
“Fuck me, please…” she begged. “Come inside.”