Page 10 of Claimed By the Panda
“Jian,” he whimpered, hips jerking as he met my eyes.
“Baby, we’ve got to go.” Why had I called him that? Why did I love the way it made his cheeks turn pink?
It was too late to stop him. He was too far gone. I watched his hand speed up as he met my eyes. His mouth fell open in a soft whimper as his body jerked and cum spurted over his soapy body like a fucking treat. My panda was roaring, fighting with me to be back in there with him, burying myself in his open mouth or his tight little asshole, but I held off, salivating as I watched him milk every drop out, still holding eye contact.
He blushed and gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I couldn’t… Do I not get to pet you?”
I watched the last of his cum swirl down the drain, the vulnerability in his voice testing every ounce of my self-control. I wanted to tell him that his orgasm was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever watched. “We’ll see. Towel off.”
I turned off the water then tossed him a towel, and stalked out of the bathroom and sorted through my closet, finding a t-shirt, small hoodie, and pair of sweats with a tie waistband.
“Sorry about that,” he whispered, as he followed me into the bedroom. I looked up to see him with a towel around his waist, cheeks pink.
“You don’t have to be sorry about doing something sexy in front of me,” I said, forcing my gaze away. I tossed him the clothes as I yanked on underwear and a pair of jeans, trying anything I could to tell my hard-on to stand down.
He looked adorably small and slim in my clothing. The sleeves of the hoodie hung past the tips of his fingers, and that sent a completely deranged wave of protectiveness surging through me as I quickly tugged on a t-shirt.
I did everything I could to stop myself from touching him as I led him to my parents’ house. But I still wanted to pick him up, especially when his sneaker caught on a rock and he stumbled. “Don’t fall. I have enhanced strength, so I can carry you.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened, then he tilted his head. “I thought we were pretending you were normal because of the bad, bad dangers.” He said that last part like he didn’t believe there wereany dangers, which, okay, there weren’t as long as the secret of shifter abilities stayed a secret.
“Forget I said that. I do not want to carry you.”
“But you could. Noted.” He looked around, eyes wide with wonder. “This place is so cool! What’s over there?”
“It’s a tai chi and wushu school and retreat that my parents run. It’s all one big property. My brothers and I help out, which is why we live in cabins on the property. The other three cabins belong to Leo and Alex, and my uncle Guo.”
“That’s amazing! It’s really beautiful here.” He jogged up the stairs ahead of me, and I groaned, looking at how cute and grabbable his ass looked in my sweatpants. Fuck.
Maybe just one grab. I reached out and gave him a little squeeze, and he giggled, pressing into the touch.
“How are you possibly a virgin?”
He shrugged. “I really don’t want to be, but everything keeps getting in the way. Lots of random mishaps. Does it bother you that I am?”
“Of course not,” I said. “Does it bother you that I’m not?”
“No. I don’t think there’s anything magical about virginity. I just wanted you to know I lacked practical experience before we…”
Sighing, I reached out and straightened his hoodie, tugging on the strings at his throat, then cupped his chin and gave him a light, chaste kiss. “Prepare to be overwhelmed.”
The minute we got inside, my mom and brothers ambushed Cody, while my dad yanked me into his study. “I talked to my old friend, Li Zixuan! You found your fated mate!”
“I mean...” I hedged as my panda perked up and nudged me toagree with him.
“Why do you not look thrilled?”
“It’s a bit terrifying. I’m only 23.”
“We have not had a human mate bond in the family for four generations,” he said, digging around in a pile of old books and scrolls. “It is core to the growth of our community.”
“Dad, he’s a man,” I said.
“So? Mate bonds do not see gender. They come from something you crave deep in here.” He patted his chest.
I tried to ignore the strange squeeze in my chest as I imagined my panda craving someone with Cody’s sweetness and sass. “I meant that we won’t grow the community since we can’t make babies.”
He chuckled. “Ah. Well, your panda wants what it wants. But remember, your panda represents your heart, and your mind can—”
