Chapter 4
FOUR
My body is on fire. Everything aches, and I’ve got what feels like period cramps on steroids.
What’s happening to me?
I think something is seriously wrong with me.
I yank off the bullshit lingerie someone dressed me in, compartmentalizing how violating that is. I’ll process that later.
The expensive silk may as well be sandpaper for how it chafes my skin. I feel like a little rodent as I burrow down in the blankets. Atlas is beside me, also squirming and trying to get comfortable. All I want to do is touch him. Touch him and cuddle up together in the comfy nest.
The air smells of rich, creamy coconut, like a frozen cocktail on the beach. It’s delicious and makes my mouth water, and somehow turns me on.
“What’s going on?” I ask him between panting breaths.
Why is it so hot in here? I’ve been cold for almost two months in that cavernous room, and now I’m burning up.
Atlas groans, but it almost sounds like a whine, and grabs me around the waist. He buries his face in my neck, his body undulating against mine. I moan at the feel of his naked, heated flesh against mine. “I don’t know. They said heat inducers. This must be fizz.”
“What’s fizz?” I ask, distracted by how soft his skin is. He’s got a thin dusting of hair on his chest, and I love the way it feels under my fingertips. I rub against him, my nipples hardening as they drag across his body. He feels so good. So good and so hot.
He growls and thrusts his hips into mine. I can feel his hard cock bump against me, and it’s a concentrated effort not to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. “It’s a party drug. Simulates heat or a rut.”
“Why would they drug us?” I run my fingers through his hair. It’s like silk. So fluffy. The dark strands are like water at night. I wrap them around my fingers and pull. A hungry sound escapes his mouth, and I need more of that noise. “What does it accomplish?”
“They’re watching us for something,” he says quietly as his lips drift across my collarbone like he can’t help himself.
Shit, if he’s feeling even a bit like I am, he probably can’t. It physically hurts to restrain myself from slamming his back against the nest and sinking onto his dripping cock.
“This must be phase three.” He thrusts his hips again, and I melt at the feel of him as his cock teases against me, aching at how empty I feel.
But I don’t like that he doesn’t actually want this. This is the drugs. It isn’t him.
“You don’t want this, Atlas,” I say as he kisses down my sternum. “We should sit on opposite sides of the room.”
“Who are you to tell me what I want?” he nearly snarls, yanking me tightly against him. The intensity of his words causes a soft, whining sound of distress to slip out of me. “I want you, Athena. How could you think I don’t? How could I not? I have craved you from the first moment I saw you.”
Even with the drugs pumping through my system, demanding I fuck, making my insides cramp, I hold back, not giving in to my urges.
I know he’s just being kind. I’m soft, with a plush belly and thighs that are an acquired taste.
I love the way I look, but not everyone else does, and I’m okay with that.
I’ve never had trouble finding a partner.
It’s keeping them I struggle with.
“Really, Atlas,” I say around a moan as he bends me backward and sucks my nipple into his mouth, “we shouldn’t do this. Not like this.”
He pops off and stares me down. His eyes are a little foggy, his skin flushed, and sweat beads at his brow. The coconut smell engulfs me again, and I realize it’s coming from him.
Why does he smell of coconut? Like vacations with friends and lazy days in the sun?
This isn’t a coconut shampoo level of smell. This is what I’ve heard Alphas and Omegas describe the sensation of smelling pheromones as being like.
Is that what I’m smelling? I didn’t know Beta pheromones even had a scent.
These drugs are wild.
His hand wraps around his cock, giving it a squeeze at the base. “Do you not want this, Athena? Don’t want me?” His voice is low and dripping with sex, and it makes me want to get on my knees and present my cunt to him immediately.
“I do, I do,” I insist, letting him push me onto my back on the soft surface. “I don’t want you to regret this. I want you to want me, but not if it’s only because of whatever drug they gave us.”
He draws his nose down the crook of my neck and groans, throwing his head back. “This isn’t the drugs, Athena. Sure, I feel them, but I’m still lucid. Still me. Just really, really fucking horny, and I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you.”
He grinds his hips against mine, and I gasp at the feel of his cock slipping between my lips and across my clit. I hiss, eyes catching on one camera as my head falls back in pleasure. “They’re watching us.”
“Let them watch. I have to have you.”
Then Atlas Cassidy, my friend, the reason I’ve stayed sane for the past month, dives between my legs. He spreads my already soaking wet pussy apart with his fingers, staring at it for a moment before flicking my clit with his tongue.
The feeling is exquisite, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I grip the blankets beneath me. “Fuck, Atlas, why did that feel so good?” I pant. He’s still holding me apart, and I can feel wetness leaking out of me.
And I can see him watching it, his eyes flashing with heat.
“It feels so good because we were made for one another,” he says quietly. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”
I want nothing more than for that to be true.
I’ve wanted to belong to someone for so long.
He doesn’t give me time to respond before he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit, collecting wetness and using it against my sensitive nub. “You smell so good,” he says between licks, “like pineapples. Summer vacations.”
“You smell like coconut,” I tell him, panting the words out around the overwhelming pleasure ensnaring my mind.
“I told you, we’re a pair, you and I. We fit together. Two halves of a whole. I’ve known it all along.” He slides one finger inside me, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
Nothing has ever felt this good before.
When he pushes a second finger into me, gently stretching me, I fall to pieces beneath him.
I have never come so easily in my life. He licks and sucks at my cunt through my spasming orgasm, and when he sits up, his face shimmering in moisture, he looks so fucking proud of himself I would laugh if I weren’t still so lost in a fog of arousal.
Slowly, he removes his fingers and trails kisses up my body. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and it becomes all I can think about. When I grab it, it drips onto my hand.
“Did you come?” I ask, running my hand through the slick moisture on his tip and painting it down his cock.
He shudders, thrusting into my hand. “No, but I would fucking love to.” He slams his lips onto mine, his mouth moving against mine hungrily. I can taste myself on the heat of his tongue. Every flick of his against mine has me reeling.
His cock rests hot and hard in my hand, and I give it a tentative stroke. He groans against my mouth, hands clutching my back as he pulls away and nips at my neck. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
Does he think that’s a threat and not the hottest fucking thing I’ve heard in my entire life?
“So lose it,” I whisper back.
That’s all the permission he needs.
He grabs my wrists, forcing me to drop his cock, and pins my hands over my head. His eyes track down my body, leaving a burning trail of heat as they go.
“You look like a fucking sculpture. A goddess. The type of woman men would go to war for.” He grabs his cock with his free hand and drags the dripping tip across my clit. “You’re mine, Athena, and I will prove it to you every day from here on out,” he whispers before slamming into me without mercy.
My toes curl, my legs flying up to anchor around his waist as his cock stretches me wide.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I don’t know what is in these drugs, but holy fucking shit, this feels like heaven.
Atlas releases my hands and plants his beside my head, pistoning his hips into me with a roll and a drag that hits me in the exact right spot. There is an insane amount of wetness seeping out of me with every thrust, and the sound is obscene, but the glide is heavenly.
Panting and whimpering in my ear, Atlas reaches down between us to rub gentle circles on my clit.
“I want to feel you pulse around me,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to strangle my cock, to squeeze me so tightly that you rip the cum from my body. I want to paint your insides so thoroughly you’ll always smell like me.”
Another orgasm crashes into me at his filthy words, and my back arches off the surface of the nest. I’ve never come this many times in my life. As I come down from my orgasm, my mouth aches, and it pools with saliva.
With a shout, Atlas makes good on his promise, releasing into me. He doesn’t stop thrusting, though, working through his orgasm and then some. He doesn’t go soft.
“Mine,” he whispers, staring down at me, slowly pumping his hips. “You’re fucking mine, Omega.”
Omega?
Why would he call me that?
And then his teeth rip into my throat, and my entire body lights up with pleasure. Another release takes over me, and I thrash beneath him as he licks at the bite marks on my throat.
He pulls away, and something inside me changes.
“Mine.” I grab him by the hair, wrenching his head to the side. “My Omega.” My teeth sink into his neck before I can think about what I did or said.
He lets out a pleasured howl and comes inside me again, quick thrusts helping him fill me until his cum is dripping out of me.
When I release him, he collapses on top of me, and we curl up in each other’s arms.
A feeling that isn’t mine blooms in my chest, and as I drift off to sleep, a voice in the back of my mind yells at me, saying that something significant happened here today.
But I’ll deal with that later.