Chapter 17 #2
“What I would want in a mate. I meant it. I didn’t think I wanted one, but if I did…
” I bite my lip and my heart races at the very thought of what I’m about to say, about the ways he could use it to hurt me later if he wanted to, the ways it could make me weak in his eyes.
But, fuck it, he might be my mate in a few minutes. “If I did, I would want it to be you.”
I sink down onto his cock just as the words leave my lips, not giving him a chance to respond. I don’t need to hear his response, I just need him to know that if this works, it won’t be a mistake.
I brace my hands on his chest and lower myself slowly, taking him an inch at a time.
I gasp each time one of his ridges stretches my hole a little wider, my insides burning to accommodate his length.
My cock drools a steady stream of precum onto his belly, and with my hands on his skin, I can feel the well of my magic churning inside him, building with every second and every touch.
He digs his fingers into my thighs, and his face contorts in a look that’s right on the edge between intense pleasure and aching pain.
I can feel him restraining himself just like I can feel my magic.
He wants so badly to flip me over and drive his cock deep inside me, to fuck me mercilessly on the stone floor until we’re both sweaty and screaming.
But he holds himself back, clenching his teeth and holding my gaze as I fill myself with him at a glacial pace.
When he finally bottoms out, I throw my head back with a guttural moan, and rock on his steel-hard length inside me. One of his ridges notches perfectly just inside my rim, tugging it with every minute grind, and another presses right up against my prostate, making my cock spasm and leak even more.
“Fuuuuuuck, your cock is amazing,” I pant. “If we do actually die in here, riding this perfect fucking dick is an amazing parting gift.”
Atlas growls and sits up, shifting his cock inside of me and drawing another deep, needy moan from the pit of my stomach. He wraps his arms around me and slams his mouth into mine.
“We’re not going to die here,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and forcing me to rock again, to grind myself down onto him, pulling out just a little each time so I can feel the dizzying stretch of the ridge closest to his base. “I’m going to get you out of here, one way or another.”
The fierceness in his voice sends a hot shiver down my spine, and I sink into the kiss with a hungry groan.
I never knew I had a thing for protective men.
Maybe I just got too used to having to protect myself, but I didn’t know how hot it would be for someone to make me feel safe, for someone to know how powerful I am and want to defend me anyway.
Our tongues tangle and my cock drags against his stomach with every shallow thrust. The electricity that dances over my skin isn’t my magic this time, it’s pure chemistry, it’s pleasure, it’s Atlas.
We trade muffled grunts and moans, taking turns swallowing the desperate sounds that we drag out of each other as I rock harder and faster.
His hands are everywhere and so are mine.
I want to touch him all over at once, I want to feel every inch of him at the same time.
I tangle my fingers in his beard and kiss him deeper, I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, marveling at their sturdiness and strength, I claw at his biceps as I sob against his lips when the pleasure is almost too much.
“Now, Atlas,” I gasp around his tongue. “Give me my magic.”
He digs his fingers harder into the sweat-slicked muscles of my back and thrusts deeper.
He screws his eyes closed and I can feel him working to consciously loosen the hold he created on my magic.
I feel it start to pulse and swell inside of him, expanding deep in his gut.
His cock swells stiffer too, like his body can’t tell the difference between holding back my magic and holding back his orgasm.
But that’s okay, I’m right there with him.
My balls clench and my muscles tremble, and just like his body can’t tell the difference, neither can mine.
I open myself wide to receive it from him and I manage to sink deeper onto his cock too.
My magic floods me, stronger than I’ve felt since I’ve been here, sparking against every nerve ending in my body. Atlas arches up underneath me with a roar and his cock gives a hard twitch inside me.
“Rune,” he groans, his upper body hardening into stone. “I’m coming. You have to… fuck… you have to imprint.”
I’m already there, gathering the beautiful, chaotic energy into my hands. I put them on his chest. Nothing happens for a second, and then I remember what he said. There has to be a declaration.
“I want you as my mate,” I pant, forcing my magic through my hands again. “Be my mate, Atlas.” The words feel more right on my tongue than I expected them to, and something clicks into place inside my chest, like a missing piece I hadn’t even realized wasn’t there until it was.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Rune, I take you as my mate.”
My body clenches and pleasure rushes through me, magic flowing from my hands and my cock spasming to paint Atlas’s chest with hot, sticky ropes of my cum.
My eyelids flutter, but through the haze of pleasure washing over me in waves, I can see the blue sparks of my magic drawing the lines of my tattoos, etching them deep into the stone of his arms. I pull more and more from him, wanting to make sure the lines are deep, that they’ll never fade or wear away.
I want to be imprinted on him, mated to him, tied to him for the rest of our impossibly long lives.
He warned me not to take too much, but as my magic embeds itself in his skin, I can feel the flow, the feedback loop, replenishing him just as fast as I drain him, echoing between us in perfect harmony.
My hole flutters and clenches around him, both of us groaning and gasping through the endless shudders of our shared orgasms until I finally collapse on top of him.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath before the fast thunder of footsteps echoes down the hall.
I’m ready for it though. If a little bit of magic drew the guard’s attention before, there was no way we were going to hide the epic, pulsing power that’s flowing between us now.
“Shit,” Atlas mutters.
“It’s fine.” I kiss his lips and climb off of him, wincing at the tug on my tender hole.
“What are you doing?” Lurch shouts.
He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, and as soon as it swings open, I smirk and hold my hands up. My tattoos glow brightly, and I’m sure my eyes are glowing too.
“Give my regards to my family. I imagine you’ll see them in hell.”
Before he can respond, I send a blast of magic at him, flinging him against the far wall and short circuiting the magic that reanimated him in the first place. His lifeless body slumps to the floor, and I turn back to Atlas with a smile.
“It worked?” he asks, looking dazed as he glances down at the tattoos on his arms that match mine, glowing on his skin just like they’re glowing on mine.
My magic churns and flows inside me, and that little strand of connection we had before feels like a wide open powerline now, feeding me his energy and sending mine right back to him. My whole body tingles and buzzes with the power I can feel building inside me with every passing second.
“It worked.”