Chapter Thirty-Six #2
I took a deep breath, my lungs filling with his scent. Earthy, like the forest after rain, with a hint of something sweet, like honeysuckle, something I wanted to devour, sink my teeth into. I felt dizzy, drunk on him.
"I... I don't know what to do," I admitted, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “I just know I need to have you.”
He smiled, a soft, reassuring smile that made my heart flutter. "Just follow your instincts, Kassie," he said. "They'll guide you. And I'll be here, every step of the way."
I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his. His antennae uncoiled from my wrists, gently tracing the line of my jaw, the shell of my ear. It sent shivers down my spine, igniting a trail of fire in their wake.
My body moved on its own, grinding against him as he pulled his pants down to feel my heat against him. He worked on my clothes as well while I worked on this fevered feeling in my body, as he moved us to the bedroom.
Atlas’ grip on me tightened, his breath hitching slightly. I could feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against me. It sent a thrill through me, knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
My lips found his again, hungry and demanding. His mouth opened, inviting me in. Our tongues danced, exploring, teasing. His taste was exotic, like a faraway land I'd never known but always longed for.
His hands moved lower, cupping my ass, supporting me as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. I could feel his wings shifting, the soft rustle of feathers filling the room. They enclosed us tighter, shutting out the world until there was nothing but him and me.
As we entered the bedroom, Atlas went to push me down to the bed, but I pulled on his shoulders enough to sling his body around, so he landed on his back. He landed with a grunt, his legs hanging off the bed, his eyes wide with surprise.
“I’m going to fuck your dick like there is no tomorrow,” I purred. “Then I’m going to take what I want.”
Atlas let out a shaky breath, “Ah, okay, yes, ma’am.”
Damn, he was cute when he didn’t know what to do.
I slid down his body, letting my breasts brush against his fur-covered torso.
Between his legs, I found his opening already slick with arousal, the tip of him emerging.
When I reached in and drew out his length, Atlas made a sharp sound of pleasure.
His shaft was already glistening wet. I ran my tongue across my lips, then took him into my mouth.
Atlas hissed, his hands dove into my hair. “Fuck, Kassie, damn! Too fast.”
But it was my turn. For strange, deep reasons inside me, I wanted him to be pleased before I sank my teeth into him, take him, claim him so no one else could.
As I felt his cock flutter in my mouth, I broke free.
He whined, his fingers digging into his leg, to keep himself from begging me to suck him off until he came.
I wiggled backward onto the bed, my thighs trembling as I positioned myself above him.
His cock stood proud between us, glistening in the dim light.
The strange, iridescent coils that normally wrapped his shaft like living jewelry unfurled like curious tendrils, reaching for my inner thighs.
They brushed against my heated skin with feather-light touches, leaving trails of tingling warmth wherever they made contact.
My breath caught as they explored higher, teasing and preparing me for what was to come.
I claimed him with a voice that wavered. "You're mine."
“Yes,” Atlas rasped. “And you are mine.”
I was so drenched that slickness dripped down my inner thighs, pooling beneath us on the sheets.
I didn't wait for my body to accommodate his considerable girth—I forced him inside with a single determined thrust, savoring the exquisite burning stretch as he filled me completely.
Atlas jolted upward with a guttural sound, his muscular arms encircling my waist like living bands of steel.
Another hand found my breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh before capturing my hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain straight into my body.
“Night, you are so tight. I want to live in your pussy.” He sat up while I continued to slide up and down his cock.
I rolled my head back, as if caught in a fever dream. I felt like I was on drugs, my body not my own. My teeth no longer itched, but were on fire as I bounced. As I waited for the optimum time to sink my teeth into his shoulder, where I would pierce through the toughness of his body.
“I want your seed,” I whispered. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
Atlas snarled, his tongue licked down the column of my neck.
“I’d love nothing more than to fill up your womb with my essence,” he said. A hand landed on my stomach. I could feel his cock in my stomach and then out again, a perfect fit. It was rearranging my guts because it was perfectly made for him to ruin.
Fuck that was hot!
My body was a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with a mix of pain and pleasure, as I rode Atlas harder, faster. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse of his need. Even the coils were touching me, rubbing my clit, my thighs, pushing, rubbing, touching.
His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were hard points of agony.
I could feel his antennae coiling around me, adding to the sensation overload, their soft touches driving me mad.
My skin was slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I chased the high that only he could give me.
The pressure inside me was building, a coiling spring ready to snap. I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing, and I knew he was close. But I needed more. I needed that final piece to complete this insane puzzle.
I leaned forward, following my instincts. I could feel his exoskeleton, hard and unyielding between my fingers, but I knew what I had to do.
Fucking bite him.
I bit down—hard.
Atlas roared, his body bucking beneath me as his cock exploded, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. The taste of his blood, metallic and strange, filled my mouth, and something inside me clicked into place. The fever broke, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over me.
I screamed, my body convulsing as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me, each one more intense than the last. I could feel Atlas' cock pulsing, his seed filling me, and I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that I was his, and he was mine.
This was more than a romance book ever described. It was a damned out-of-body experience.
As the last of the tremors subsided, I released my hold on his shoulder. Atlas' arms wrapped around me, holding me close. His wings cocooned us, creating a safe, warm space that was ours alone.
"Mine," I murmured, my voice hoarse from screaming.
His voice vibrated against my skin. "Yours," he agreed. "Sleep now, my dark and possessive one. I'll keep watch until you need to claim me again."
I chuckled, my eyes halfway closed.
In that moment, I realized that yeah, mates or matches, whatever you wanted to call them… were real. They weren’t made-up stories. It was just a matter of time when and where you found them.
I was just glad I stumbled across mine, and he wasn’t really human.