Chapter 10 Atlas
TEN
Atlas
Red flickered across my vision, blinding logic and reason and everything that made me who I was. A low, involuntary sound ripped from my chest as my muscles tensed, hard and rigid above Jazmine.
Heat tore through my veins and my thoughts scattered before I could catch them.
Jazmine’s nails raked down my back.
The world narrowed to sensation—the feel of her teeth digging into my neck, demanding that I take her. Instinct surged, whipped to a fervor beyond my wildest imagination, and overrode everything I’d taught myself over the years.
Control dissolved like I’d never known its meaning.
My fist wrapped around her nape, dragging her back down onto the sofa.
“Jazmine.”
My voice wasn’t mine anymore—it was more animal than human.
In another life, I would be ashamed of the kiss I dealt her—my teeth sank into her bottom lip, and I was this close to drawing blood.
“Fuck!” she moaned against me, undeterred, driving her hips higher. “I need you to fuck me, Atlas.”
My fingers tightened around her neck as I fought the feverish haze.
“Now!” she whimpered. “Remind me what it feels like to be alive.”
Dragging Jaz to the edge of the sofa, I snapped my hips forward into the velvet heat of her pussy.
God, she was tight. Shockingly fucking tight. The moment I pressed into her, she squeezed her eyes shut with soft, breathless cries that sounded somewhat like my name. I caught each garbled sound greedily, tasting her desperation.
“More,” she demanded. “Give me more, Atlas. I won’t break, I won’t—"
The rest of that sentence vanished into a howl as I pressed in deep, giving her every inch I had to offer.
Jaz dragged her nails along the edges of the sofa, leaving grooves in the fabric. “That’s—” Her throat worked quickly. “You’re so thick. I, fuck, I can’t—”
I latched on to a leaky nipple, pulling a stream of milk onto my tongue.
“You can, omega.” The words sounded foreign as red pulsed behind my eyelids. “You will take me. Every last inch.”
Each word was punctuated by a thrust, the swell of my knot stopping short of her entrance. With the taste of her milk on my tongue and the feel of her pussy gripping my cock, there was no better ecstasy than this.
I lifted Jaz’s thighs and folded her in half, opening her up so that I could see every stroke of my cock entering her body.
I’d never been coerced into such force, such savagery. Others would call me a sweet, tentative lover. But not Jazmine. She had set free a beast I didn’t know how to contain.
“Atlas—my Heat.” She gripped my forearms, leaving tiny indents behind. “It hurts. So much. I can’t—please.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she begged. I knew what she needed—what I was only too eager to give.
My knot.