Chapter 8 Atlas
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Atlas
My teeth sank into Jazmine’s lower lip, drawing a soft, surprised cry from her before it drowned on my tongue. She was so soft, so sweet, so open beneath me. Had I ever scented someone as addictive as Jazmine? Had I sunk my fingers into flesh that was as supple and soft?
Nobody’s lips had felt as perfect as this omega.
Skin to skin.
Control was now a foreign concept. I had been with omegas in Heat before, but none of their scents had eradicated my self-control as thoroughly as Jazmine’s. I huffed in a breath, trying to take in as much of her as I could. I wanted to gorge on her pheromones and let it sink deep into my soul.
“Give me your neck.”
Was that my voice? Fuck, it had dropped to a hoarse rasp.
She obeyed without any cruel teasing, moving quickly to heed my order.
It was an invitation I accepted with my teeth.
Her needy howl resounded in the little cottage, making my knot twitch and throb. Her scent poured over my tongue like a tempting treat.
Tongue, teeth, lips, tongue…
I sucked on her mating gland, following the raised grooves at the base of her neck until she was arching into me, seeking more skin, more contact, more, more, more.
My teeth ground down tightly enough that a mating bite was almost a concern. Jazmine didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were squeezed tight, fingernails raking down my bare back. Her pheromones sparked like tinder in the air.
I braced my palms on the couch, caging her into the cup of my body. She trembled, her lips quivering as she waited for more.
I was being too rough, too aggressive. I knew I was, but nothing could have stopped me from taking her neck in my grip and fusing her lips with mine.
Oh hell, how did she feel so familiar already? Was this the effect of her Heat, or was I just too touch starved to view this hookup objectively?
I pulled away when her hands found my shoulders, pressing against me to move away.
My questioning gaze was met with a soft, oh no as her palms rose to her bare breasts.