Hello lovelies! Here's the last part of chapter 6, within the week, as I promised (I'm so proud!). I changed the narration here from third person to first as I wished to make it more intimate. Again, this is a lemon yes but I focus more on Alec and Magnus emotions, trying to make you see their feelings evolving. I hope this will satisfy you anyway, personally I really like it so I wish that you'll feel the same! Also, I wish to thank deeply everyone who review regularly on this fanfiction (Melanie83 (sorry I haven't mentioned you before, your reviews are so amazing and they always makes me smile!), Lima Blues (love yours always funny!) fangirl-booklover46, MalecHEART01, AuthorRebekka, alexa-hallywell etc.) and also the ones who just did it once, thanks for taking the time to do it. I do wish I'd be able to reach 50 reviews before I get to chapter 10 but hey, it's all up to you guys... a girl can dream lol :)

Thanks again and sorry for the long AN note lol!

Disclaimer: Magnus and Alec belongs to Cassandra Clare, and this story follow the books.

Chapter 6 : I'll make you mine (Part 3)

Magnus's pov

I look into those big blue eyes and I can't hardly shake the daze. The anger and hurt leaving my body so quickly to be replaced by ultimate joy, desire and giddiness overwhelm me. He said yes...

As we get lost in a lustful kiss while Alec's hands travel my chest, I can barely align my thoughts. I don't know what makes me feel the most desperate; my profound need to have Alec, all of him or my confusion in front of the emotions that shocks together inside of me. I've been a firework waiting to explode since I met him and I don't know how to deal with the aftermath of his acceptance; the explosion that waited to happen. When I asked him to be mine, it was merely a poker face... I was utterly convinced he would refuse me and it was my last attempt to make him mine... I had promised myself to kick him out and be over with him already after the expected dismissal. But he didn't... and I don't know where to go from there.

Unable to contain myself, I just reach for what I wanted so fiercely and pull him closer, as tight as he can be and bite his lips to get entrance. I won't accept any refusal anymore. To my great suprise, Alec smirks and open his lips, ripping a relieved sigh out of me and letting me claim his mouth as mine. One of the many parts of him that I want to keep only to myself. The utter possessiveness of my feelings scares me but I enjoy my shadowhunter too much to really care.

Alec was right though, the water start to be chilly but as we grind against each other and bite and kiss and suck, we aren't as cold anymore. Although, after being so ravenous, Alec pull out slightly, gasping for air and giving me a wicked smile. My mixed feelings and confusion just wash away instantly and the only thing left is pure and primal lust. Alec startle a little, probably enraptured in the instant dilatation of my cat's pupils, blackening my eyes almost completely and showing how crazed I'm becoming. If I've usually maintained some self-control in our foreplays and intercourses, at this moment I can't bear to control anything anymore.

It takes him a second to recover though and his smile strech even more to develop into a furiously deviant grin. My breathing gets from ragged to almost hyperventilation. I love Alec being in control, I want to be his... damn, I am already. I'm just waiting, I've been waiting, for his claim. Twisting around a bit, my lover, my boyfriend, still straddling me, pick up some sandalwood soap, a perfume that soon was becoming a favorite, and press some down in his hand while filling my eyes of the most erotic expression he ever bore, no blush even touching his features.

He rub his hands together, our eyes lock with each other, in trance, getting the soap to foam. His hands then come over to my chest and I nearly melt away in a puddle. He doesn't even kiss me, he just keeps me trapped in his blue abyss while he took over my body effortlessly. The strong fingers with rough calluses caress my chest and arms, washing me delicately but longering enough to make me feel the lust. His hands are going down slowly, driving me to the edge of begging for meaningful touches. He shot me his wicked smile again and I can't help but wimper like a little girl. By this time, my breath is scorching my throat and can barely make it out. Unable to bear the torture while holding Alec's enticing eyes, I close mine. Due to that, I don't see him lean in but I can feel his warmth embracing me and I moan in anticipation.

He brush my lips in the same languorous way as the way he gently surround my cock, not really enfolding it but rather letting me feel his presence. I buckle under him, trying to get some friction, from his lips or hand but his other hand's resting on my shoulder and it's a bit pitiful to see how he can contain me so easily. I had forgotten how strong he was... seems like he was a willing participant to my previous torments of his delicious body. Now I can see how he could have overcame me in the blink of an eye. Eventhough I usually like to dominate, the realization of how I could be defenseless and overpowered by my lover makes me feel... small but most definitely, really horny.

I can feel Alec's grin on my lips as he tease me awfully, biting my bottom lip slowly and letting his fingertips move up and down my lenght but without any pressure as I need it so desperatly. My frustration is maximal and when I growl like a wounded animal, Alec just laugh and whisper in my ear:

- "Well, look who's impatient... you are not a very convenient partner Mr. Bane. Maybe I'll have to make you wait even more if you're such a rebellious participant..." he says in the most huskier and sexy voice I've ever heard.

Something breach inside of me and all I can do is beg, wimper and moan. He's driving me crazy.

- " Alec... Alec... PLEASE! You know I want it... stop being such a tease! Take me!" I whisper-yell back.

Thanks the angel for me, Alec is of good sport and doesn't call me back on my own tormenting and he avail to my wish, brutally clamping down on my cock, initiating an up and down movement while biting down my bottom lip till blood leaks so I gasp and open my mouth wide, ready for his ferocious intrusion.

He nearly undo me and I groan and whine loudly, my head falling back to rest on the side of the tub as my eyes roll back. This is exquisite. Alec chuckle and move his mouth to the side of my neck, kissing, biting and sucking on the sensitive spot under my ear making me tremble while his restless hand drain the life out of me. I can only gasps and buckle and trash, overpowered by the sensations. He bite me hard in the crook of my shoulder while squeezing the head of my cock harder. I almost faint. Although, Alec won't have none of that, I can't escape the overwhelming pleasure as he changes the rythym drastically, now barely caressing me again and letting his perfect lips caress my sweaty skin, his tongue licking away the brutal treatment my neck and shoulder received previously.

- "Magnus...Magnus" he says softly, near my ear. I shudder, high only from his voice. "Magnus, look at me."

His voice is so sensuously inviting that I force myself to open my eyelids, feelings like I'm fighting an overbearing gravity. They're met by the wondrous blue who holds an expression I didn't know I longed for... love, tenderness, joy. I'm so oversollicitated by the gorgeous sensations that the display of affection makes my eyes water and I'm near to tears. Alec saves me the embarrassing moment as he smile warmly and lean in to kiss me, brushing my lips as if I was a treasure, the most beautiful thing he's ever tasted or seen or felt. I clutch to his neck wildly to don't fall in a whirlwind, ravaging the soft lips and taking them apart so our tongues can dance and swirl and swallow each other. Alec seems really sensitive to this as he moans in my mouth, his pulse racing under my fingers. As on cue, his hand falls back in the frenzy rythym, pumping me like he can't wait for me to come and release my pleasure on both of us. Sure enough, the pressing thrusts and heated kisses get me flying and I break away from Alec's mouth only to scream his name loudly as I finally cum into his hand, my hips buckling into his touch to enhance the feeling. My sperm is quickly dissipated in the water and I feel my lover's sweaty forehead come to rest on my shoulder. His breath is ragged and short now and he's probably hard as a rock but he still keeps his fingertips caressing my oversensitive member, getting me to jerk and whine at the pleasure that borders pain. He wait for my cock to twitch again a bit and get semi-erected before giving in and releasing me.

As I lay limp in the chilly water, riding the high, Alec kiss me again, softly, molding his lips to mine. I'm relaxing in his embrace when he gets up, getting out of the bath. I'm about to protest when he sush me and bend down to slide his arms under my knees and chest, efficiently carrying me out of the water and making his way to our bedroom. Our bedroom... I'm a little confused at my thoughts but I smile up at my lover who haven't leave my eyes and whose expression is the drug that keeps me on a cloud, unable to reason in any way.

When he lay me down on the yellow comforter, our eyes lost in one another, my mind can only produce one feverish notion... Angel, do I love Alexander Lightwood.

His lips descend on me and all remaining ideas are wiped away.

Alec's pov

For someone so tall and lean, Magnus is strangely not heavy. I enjoy his weight in my arms and get lost in the luscious green. When I lay him down on the bed, I'm barely out of breath and all I think about is the desire racing through my veins, singing for release. Even thought my heart is beating to almost fly out of my chest, I feel at peace, comforted and at ease with myself and my body as I've never been in my life. I wish this moment could never end... but I also know that it can't be. I'm still a shadowhunter before anything and I'm convinced this will last until Magnus gets bored or decide to go another way. Boyfriend... the word resound in my mind and I can't really understand what that means for him. Although, I know what it means for me and I was not about to let go of that opportunity.

For once in my life, someone cares for me. Me, Alexander Lightwood, the summum of awkwardness. I felt a bit dizzy wondering how I could achieve in winning someone's affection all by myself. Jace, Izzy, Max and my parents... they have to love me. Magnus, well, with Magnus, everything's different. I feel like I'm dreaming half the time and the other half, I marvel at what he sees in me. I don't think that he loves me but I'm ready to accept anything he offers. It may be selfish of me, because I know I love Jace but... I can't help it. The High Warlock of Brooklyn fascinate me and I can never get enough of his touches, his smiles and I feel utterly proud to make him laugh or scream my name in pure ectasy. It's not much you'd say but it's better than what I could get any other way.

Our eyes are locked together and for a moment I pause, watching, mesmerized, the dilatation of his cat's pupils. I never thought of observing Church's eyes reacting to the sun and darkness but on Magnus... it's so beautiful, it feels like a poem. My throat constrict and my mouth run dry but my body act by itself, while my mind is still fuzzy and lost. I lean in and capture the warlock's lips with pure delight. We both sigh and moan, relieved to resume our contact.

Magnus's hands come up to lock around my neck and bring me down on top of him. Our skins are still sweaty and wet from the bath and I can't help but felt a shiver ride up my spine, electrified by the smooth friction our bodies create. My hands slide up to intermingle in his silky hair, always amazed by their softness, loving the way they caress my fingers in the most delicate way. Lost in the sensuous movement of our lips molding together, lingering and cherishing the other's mouth, I gasp, surprised, when Magnus nibble gently on my lower lip, wishing to deepen the kiss. Groaning, I grant access, hungry to feel his tongue seducing mine in the same troubling way it always does.

I feel Magnus's hands travel down the side of my chest, his thumbs barely grazing my nipples on its way, just enough for me to lean in, resquesting for more but he just smiles against my mouth and keeps his way down. He reach destination on my thighs, hesitating for a second on my backside, fondling it and giving it a slight rotation movement, getting us to grind against each other and moan louder. Although, he grasp my thighs, squeezing them enough to give him leverage and he flips me over in a quarter of a second, football style, getting me confused for a minute.

I do find anchor back in his deep gaze, hanging on to whatever I find in there; passion, tenderness, fondness... love? I don't have a chance to dig further my thoughts as Magnus fall on me, somewhat desesperate in his touch. He kiss me as if he's scared that I'll run away and his touch on my thighs and waist linger like if he's playing of an instrument, with more care and tenderness that I ever felt from him. Not that he's not attentionate but this feels different. As I sensed before, there's something hovering in the air; commiting to each other in a certain way seems to give our embrace a taste of sacred.

While his fingers graze back to my chest, finally taunting and rubbing my nipples, his hips induce a slow grinding movement, making sure that all of his strokes let our members touch and brush up their complete lenght, leaving no gap in our delicious friction. My nails delve into his scalp and I have to leave his mouth, gasping for air while I wimper and hiss under the sublime sensation. Magnus's lips descend on my chest and I feel the smooth curves nuzzle my skin to then suck slowly on one of my tit as his hand handle the other one. A long shaky sigh escape my mouth and I unravel under the flaming sensation that fill my veins. My hips follow Magnus's ones in such a slow, torturous way that my mind is taken over bit by bit. We are all but one panting body, moaning and whispering in awe, embracing and reveling in the building desire. I feel warm, enfolded and dizzy. Nothing matters but the man above me, solliciting and enticing the most gorgeous sensations out of me. My mind, liquefied, can only chant his praises... Magnus, Magnus, Magnus... there's nothing but him.

As the pressure keeps climbing, my hands skim and scratch his back, touching all of him; we become edgy and growling, our hips falling out of rythym and between the groans, moans and sighs, I get my mouth to reluctancly obey me to form some words.

- "Magnus... Mag..nus.. I'm... rea-a-dy... I w-a-ant you now... now!" I say, choking.

My lover raise his head, leaving my taut nipples and look at me, eyes glassy and almost pitch black. I can see he's panting too, wild with desire and barely containing himself. He doesn't answer me back but he lift up his right hand and insert his three middle fingers in his mouth, coating them to perfect lubrication. Now I'm the one with the breath hitching and ragged, desperate for him to take me. He never leaves my eyes while his left hand skim on my side and under my ass, lifting it up while he ease his way between my legs, opening them more to have better access.

His eyes darken when he slide the first finger inside of me and it takes my breath away. He's so delicate and languorous that I barely wince from the intrusion, his touch gentle and brushing my inside to gorge me so completely that my eyes roll back in my head and a heavy moan linger out of mouth, stretching till I'm out of voice. He goes all the way up and curve till he found the bundle of nerves that drive me crazy everytime. He stroke it and I'm wimpering, begging for more. He indulge me and slide in another digit, processing with the same care and fulfilness. After he moves them up and down, as slowly, a couple of time, my breath is harsh and I'm mumbling nonsensically. He enter a last finger and I scream to be stretched so wonderfully. He move them all the way up again, teasing my prostate and removing them in one long motion, making me feel his and possessing me in a way I never thought possible... But I still want more and in a feeble but determined attempt, I unclench my hands from the sheets and go down to grab his wrist, still moving up to enter me again. I look at him then, just realizing I had close my eyes and I whisper, choked:

- "I want you inside Magnus. Come... Take me, I can't wait anymore." My voice is unrecognizable, so rasp and broken from passion.

His own breath hitch and shakes but he remove his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and spasming, needy and wanting him to fill me. He bring himself up and brush his hands down my thighs to lift my waist and legs up a little more, resting my knees on his shoulders. He snaps condom and lubricant to existence and ready himself. I never leave his eyes, my gaze screaming the need I have of him and I can see my expression mirrored. He toss the lube and foil away and before entering me, he lean in, resting his hands on each side of my head and kiss me tenderly. As he place himself, he whisper on my lips:

- "Look at me Alexander... I want to see you unfold and scream and I want you to see me make love to you." His voice is husky and bare and I can only fix him, speechless in front of the depth of his need. I can only nod and he dive inside in one fluid motion.

Magnus doesn't need to be slow as I'm so ready for him, he could have ram me up and I still would have found it amazing. Altough, he takes his time and penetrate me slowly, as if he wanted me to feel every inch of him, entering me as if he would never leave. At first, I marvel at the sensation, limp and undone under his ministrations but soon, my inside coil and I'm yearning for friction, to be lost in passion and climax. I buck my hips and finally feel him hit home, filling me all the way down and I whine in relief.

I didn't know I had closed my eyes until Magnus's fingertips brush my eyelids gently, requesting me to open them. Panting, I do as he ask and find myself enraptured in the most beautiful shining eyes I ever saw. As we rock together, our arms tightening around each other, I cannot escape his gaze anymore. It tells me so many things but in the haze of my pleasure, I don't seem to grasp the meaning of it. He deliciously move in and out almost completely to then fill me up to the rim, his thighs hitting mine everytime. I follow his motion but try to insufflate it with more fever. He eventually give in and we're lost to frenzy, slamming into each other as if there is no tomorrow. I fail at keeping my eyes open but everytime Magnus get me back to look at him and it feels almost painful to keep my eyes open, to don't get lost in the pleasure. I moan and I scream but somehow I feel uneasy under his stare.

As if sensing that, Magnus bend down and kiss me, closing his eyes and delivering me of his intensity for some seconds. His lips are so tender and caring, cherishing me, that I sigh in relief and feel the last remnants of discomfort leave me. When Magnus open his eyes again, I do too, ready to bask in his embrace and accept the intrusion, bedazzled but no more uncomfortable.

Magnus picks up the pace even more and as I scream in solace, I make sure to let him see how he make me feel. Almost as if I flipped completely, I'm the one bold and imposing my pleasure to him. I see his features darken a little but soon he takes it all in and I see pure happiness lay over his face, a tender grin attached to his cheeks. The passion seems to explode as we share our ectasy in the most intimate way and soon enough, our hips break rythym, our breath are choked and screams and growls echos in the room. We hang on to each other, eyes locked, seeing the climax climbing in one another as our glances become glazed. Magus shut his for a second, near the edge and he mumble in my ear:

- " Aleeecc... I ... I... Lo..." but his words are cut as he explode violently, his face contorted in apogee the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life and as his warm cum shoot inside me, I fall into my ectasy also, blind to the world outside, Magnus the only anchor in the storm.

I don't let my eyes leaves him, overpowered by the beauty he bears in his pleasure and while I ride my high, I can lean on his confident gaze and steady hips to accompany me through the mind-blowing wave. I sense his hands caressing my face, cheekbones and lips while I'm slowly coming down from my cloud. Through these precious attentions, I cannot help but feel... loved.

Magnus look at me tenderly and the smile that rest on his face tug at my heart, clenching my guts and sending butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I've never seen him so bare and open. It's breathtaking. I can only stare and get lost, daydreaming of summer and future, of longlasting love and wonderful mornings, spent at the side of this gorgeous man embracing me. It's so enticing that I don't even push it away as I usually would do... even Jace evade my mind, so far from what I'm living now that he almost feels like a parasite.

My boyfriend doesn't say anything, watching the emotions flicker on my face, the same tender smile playing on his lips, his hand now caressing my hair while his other arm still enfold me, while he's buried inside of me. My throat tighten and I feel a lump developing in my chest as my mind catch up with me... axe in hand and slashing down my fantasies.

Always aware of my changing moods, Magnus's face somber a bit but he lean in, taking my mouth in a soft heartbreaking way, molding his lips to mine as if to reassure me, comfort me of his presence. As I'm still trembling, he lets his hands travel my body, grazing it gently, surrounding me with warmth and peace. My body relax and soon, I'm soaking in all he's offering me, avid and restless, needy of his touch.

He puts me at ease and quick enough, we're drowsing, our bodies caught up with our excesses and requiring the rest they need. Magnus simply retrieve himself from inside me, making me wince a little, but doesn't move from his position on top of me and I don't ask him to. Feeling his weight on me give me the illusion that he'll always be there... it make me feel loved even if that's not what it is.

Magnus snaps his fingers and the comforter disappear from under us to then fall on both our bodies, enfolding us in warmth and sandalwood perfume. I turn my head around for a minute and I see on Magnus's clock that it's only noon... I have some hours ahead of me. Sighing contently, I return to my lover and nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck, unable to contain my satisfaction, heart beating fast even if we expended all our lust need. I'm entrapted in my raging emotions, murmuring seductively about love and tenderness. I don't fight them anymore, my lover's presence winning over them all.

As I'm about to lay peacefully, Magnus whisper softly in my ear :

- "Wake me up when you leave, Alec..."

These few words send me to the moon again and it keeps me still in his arm for a while, thinking and daydreaming, even after I hear his low snores fill my ears.

Will he ever love me ?

Up next, Alec go back to the institute and there will be less Malec (sorry!)... but we'll fall right back in the core of COA and there will be the awkward moment of Jace's sneaky comment on a certain obvious mark telling about Alec's lazy and steamy day but in Alec's pov lol! There will also be the Inquisitor coming in (that bitch) and again, I'll try to skip as much stuff you read already but I have to keep a minimum so we follow the plotline... Also, I would like to ask you guys if you wish me to slide in some Magnus's pov in there? That would be nice to see his aftermath view on the amazing time Malec shared, right? Let me know :D Also, for those who feel cheated about what Magnus almost said... remember, he never say it until he fight the demons with Alec. Although! be sure that Alec was too lost in his passion to process what his lover was about to say... BUT! it will definitely come back later, in Magnus and Alec pov ;)