Chapter Twelve #2
“I made it!” Asmos declared loudly as he popped in next to them.
Atlas jumped but Bel had felt Asmos approaching and had lowered the barrier around their house. He probably should have warned his mate but sometimes it was fun being a little naughty.
“Fuck, man!” Atlas grouched. “Warn a guy.”
“You let me in!” Asmos replied. He shoved the bag overflowing with popcorn at Atlas’s chest. “Extra, extra, extra butter. I made sure. And I got seven different seasoning packets.”
Bel grabbed the bag from his mate and quickly shoved a handful of butter-coated popcorn into his mouth with a groan. It was awful and so damn good. He greedily shoved more inside before he even finished chewing.
Asmos’s mouth dropped open as Bel shoved in two more handfuls. “I thought the popcorn was for you!”
“It is,” Atlas said with a shrug. “Whatever my mate wants is what I want.”
Asmos huffed. “He could have gotten it himself.”
“But you are our very bestest friend ever,” Atlas reminded him.
“I really am,” Asmos agreed. He turned. “This room seems rather dull.”
Bel nearly choked on the popcorn in outrage.
“Asmos,” Atlas said sweetly.
“Yes, friend?” Asmos responded.
“Go away. I need time with my mate,” Atlas told him.
“Fine. I promised Adam I would help plan the baby shower today anyway.” Asmos disappeared before Bel could swallow and bitch at him.
“They really do mean well,” Atlas said, leaning closer. He went to reach for the popcorn and Bel turned away.
It was his popcorn!
“Really?” Atlas snorted. “Not even a few bites?”
Bel shook his head. His popcorn. It was disgusting and buttery and all kinds of wrong. And all his. Then he felt bad and grabbed one very small handful, offering it to Atlas.
“Thank you, mate,” Atlas said, rolling his eyes.
Bel noticed he took the popcorn though. Maybe Bel should have asked for two bags.
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Atlas
Never ever fucking ever was Adam getting permission to plan anything for them. Hadn’t Atlas learned his lesson the first time when Adam had planned the welcoming party? No, no Atlas hadn’t.
He’d agreed and promised Bel that it would be fine.
It was a baby shower. A damn baby shower! How was it this chaotic?
And why were there so many people there? People that Atlas was meeting and wanted to get to know better, sure, but Atlas couldn’t find his mate!
Every time that Atlas went in search of Bel, there was someone new congratulating him. Welcoming him. Being so friendly. It was great really except with the rooms so packed, there was no sign of where Bel had gone.
“Hi again!” a cute short and chubby older man he’d met earlier said as Atlas passed.
“Hey.” It took Atlas a minute to remember the man’s name. “Bryce, right?”
“Yes,” Bryce nodded. “Not to hold you up or anything but you look worried. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Atlas sighed. This was the alpha mate of the alpha dragon shifter. Wow, Atlas wanted to spend more time talking to Bryce but nothing was more important than his mate. “I can’t find Bel.”
“Oh!” Bryce frowned. “That’s not good.” He looked around as if he could spot Atlas’s missing mate. “There are a lot of people in here though.”
“Yeah.” Even though the house had adjusted to their needs and as massive as the ballroom was it overfilling with demons, shifters, humans, and all sorts of paranormals.
“Daddy!” Bryce grabbed the wrist of a tall dark-haired man dressed in leather that walked up. The alpha dragon. He’d been nice. His aura shone brighter than anyone else’s Atlas had seen. It was more than a little intimidating. “Can you scent Bel for us?”
Axel nodded before visibly concentrating.
The big man’s aura pulsed, nearly blinding Atlas. The gold, green, and silver not only glimmered but throbbed. Not like flickers but almost a wave. Maybe being able to see auras wasn’t a fix all after all. Atlas found it hard to look at Axel for long.
“There.” Axel pointed to a wall behind them.
Atlas relaxed. It wasn’t like Bel would go far. This party was for them but the further along in the pregnancy that Bel got, the more outlandish things Atlas’s mate got up to. Of course, if Bel was up to something, he could close and move walls. “Thanks, guys.”
Bryce patted his shoulder. “No problem. Just let us know if you need anything else. And I know we have a big family so if we need to go—”
Atlas shook his head. “Please don’t go yet. I really want to get to know you better. I’d love for us to become friends.”
“Me too,” Bryce said with a huge smile.
He really was a cutie.
“You can never have too many friends,” Bryce said. “Or family. Ours keeps growing and it makes me so happy.”
Atlas nodded, thinking about his own growing family.
“Go find your mate,” Bryce told him.
“Thanks,” Atlas said sincerely.
“We’ll run interference if anyone comes in this direction,” Axel informed him. “He’s alone, from what I can tell.”
“Appreciate it.” Atlas approached the wall and it opened for him. At least Bel hadn’t blocked him from the room.
Stepping inside the room, Atlas entered the nursery.
Bel sat on the floor in the middle of the room with a pink box nearly full of cupcakes in front of him.
The wall closed behind Atlas as he stood watching his mate.
Bel was bent over the box of cupcakes, carefully unpeeling the paper off one. Three empty wrappers were balled up beside him.
“Mate,” Atlas said softly. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”
Bel’s head snapped up with half a cupcake in his mouth. “Mmfph.”
Shaking his head, Atlas approached slowly. Bel was still the sweetest mate ever, but when it came to food, the gluttony gene was growing stronger. Lucifer had promised to keep an eye on Bel for him and Atlas was going to hold their friend to that. Atlas crouched beside his mate. “What was that?”
Bel swallowed before sheepishly setting the rest of the cupcake down.
Atlas rubbed Bel’s lower back. His mate still had another thirty days before he should be giving birth. One more month to go. Bel was just a sexy as the day that they’d met, actually more so, since he was carrying their offspring. Atlas found it incredibly erotic that Bel was giving him a child.
Breeding kink? Check! And Atlas still loved to fill Bel up with his come.
Leaning closer, he kissed up Bel’s neck.
It didn’t matter that they had a house full of guests. Atlas would always want his mate.
Bel tilted his head, giving Atlas better access to the mate mark on his shoulder. Atlas nibbled on that sensitive spot even as Bel’s hand twitched toward the half-eaten cupcake.
“Really?” Atlas asked, teasing.
Bel grunted. “I want you to keep kissing me but I kind of want to eat the cupcake at the same time.”
“I have a better idea,” Atlas suggested. “Lie back.”
“If I lie down, then you’re going to have to help me back up.”
“I’ll help you,” Atlas promised. “And you’ll like this.”
Bel gave one more last look at the cupcake but eased himself back.
Atlas crawled between Bel’s long legs and opened Bel’s pants. He grasped Bel’s cock, pulling it out and stroking.
Bel hissed, lifting his hips as he started to pant.
“Oh no, my mate,” Atlas told him. “I’m going to take care of this beautiful erection. You’re going to enjoy that cupcake.”
Bel stopped suddenly. “What?”
Atlas reached out with his free hand and snagged Bel’s half-consumed treat. He handed it over before grabbing another.
“I can eat this?” Bel asked hopefully, not able to take his gaze off his prize.
“You eat that,” Atlas said, still stroking. “And I’m going to eat you.”
Bel took a big bite. “K.”
With the second cupcake that he’d grabbed, Atlas smeared the pretty pink icing over Bel’s dick.
Lifting his head, Bel groaned as he got a look at himself.
“You like that, mate?” Atlas asked.
Bel nodded frantically.
“Then you’ll love this.” Atlas didn’t waste any more time. Holding Bel’s cock at the base, Atlas started to lick the icing off.
Bel kept eating his treat while Atlas concentrated on his.
Why hadn’t they done this before? As obsessed as Bel was with his food, they should have introduced Bel’s favorite treats with their sexy times.
Atlas really wished he had grabbed one of these delicious cupcakes earlier when Dean, Logan, and Noah had first arrived. The icing was perfectly smooth, sweet, and creamy. Perfect. Wonderful. Even better with the taste of his mate under the sweetness.
Bel finished his cupcake then magicked another one.
By the time Atlas had licked all the icing from Bel’s cock, his mate had eaten three more cupcakes and his cock was leaking precome so fast that Atlas could barely drink it down fast enough.
Bel grunted around a mouthful as he pumped his hips faster.
Atlas sucked as much of Bel’s cock as he could handle.
“Mate! Atlas! Yes!”
Atlas gave a mighty suck and Bel shouted. He was rewarded with Bel flooding his mouth with his release. Atlas swallowed until Bel was wrung dry. Popping off his mate’s cock, Atlas grinned at him.
“Fuck me,” Bel demanded.
“We have guests and are in the middle of a party. For our baby,” Atlas pointed out.
“I’m the pregnant one and I want you to fuck me!” Bel declared.
“Okay, mate.” Atlas soothed him by rubbing the big beautiful belly. “Are you slicked for me?”
“Yes,” Bel replied.
Atlas quickly got his pants undone and down to his knees before yanking Bel’s pants the rest of the way off.
He grasped his aching cock in his hand and slid forward to position himself at Bel’s entrance.
“Wait,” Bel said suddenly.
Atlas froze. He would always respect his mate’s consent.
“I’m sorry I stole the cupcakes and hid.”
Atlas laughed. “I’m not. This was sexy as hell.”
Bel grinned, flashing his fangs. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Atlas assured him.
“Okay,” Bel said. “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me again.”
“Whatever you need.” Atlas pushed forward, slowly entering his mate. He slid in smoothly with the help of magic loosening and slicking Bel’s channel.
“I need you,” Bel said again.
“I need you too, my love.” Atlas thrust deep again. “I love you.” He would never stop loving his precious mate.