Chapter 31 #2
Atlas sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
She watched, holding her breath as more of his golden skin was revealed to her, as the raging wolf tattooed across the left side of his chest was on full display, as every inch of sinewy muscle was showcased for her viewing pleasure.
Her eyes wandered over the corded veins on his forearms, where another wolf tattoo marked his flesh.
She stared at his chest as he flexed, then he removed his shirt completely, and her gaze wandering to his decidedly cut abdomen.
She’d seen him shirtless before, but this was different.
She wanted to know what his skin felt like under the palms of her hands.
She wanted to trace the lines of his tattoos with her fingertips, then her tongue.
Everinne knew what his mouth tasted like, what his cock tasted like, and she would bet anything the rest of him was just as delicious.
Goddess above, if he stripped right now, if he took off one more layer of clothing, there was no way she would survive.
She would absolutely perish.
Atlas groaned, adjusting his hips, his shirt fisted tightly in one hand.
It was only then she saw the large bulge straining against his pants.
“I swear to the gods, Ever.” His voice scraped the air between them as he draped his shirt over her shoulders, helping her put it on. “If you don’t get your thoughts under control, I will fuck you right here, and I won’t stop until you can no longer think at all.”
His words left her breathless, aching for him.
Wetness pooled at her center and he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her arousal.
He clenched his jaw, his knuckles grazing her breasts as he reached between them, fastening a single button, the one just below her navel.
He slipped his hands beneath the hem of the shirt and he grabbed her thighs, spreading them.
Her breath hitched as he jerked her forward, settling her on his lap, where his stiff erection created the most inviting friction.
She looped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, grinding herself against his hardened length.
Atlas gripped her ass and squeezed. “Tell me what you remember.”
Her mouth opened then snapped shut. “What?”
“About last night. Tell me what you remember.”
“But I…I thought we were going to?—”
“Going to what, Wildheart?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a cruel smirk. “Last I checked, you denied me as your mate and claimed you would be my wife in name only.”
He bent forward, lowering his mouth to the hollow of her throat.
Her head fell back as he swiped his tongue along the column of her neck, leaving a blazing trail of heat up to her ear.
His hands drifted to her hips, floating up to her sides where he idly swiped his thumbs back and forth, just beneath the underside of her breasts.
She arched into his touch and then he whispered, “Unless something has changed?”
Her head snapped up. “Nothing has changed.”
“Really?” His smile didn’t falter. Power emanated from him, dark and seductive, so the bond they shared vibrated with overwhelming sensations of lust and longing.
His magic teased her nipples into sensitive peaks, caused her breasts to grow heavy with need, and she writhed in his hold as ripples of pleasure centered around her clit.
“Because from where I’m sitting,” he crooned as she ground herself against him, “it looks as though you’re a little wet for me.”
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Atlas Skye.” Everinne tangled her fingers into his hair, dragging his face close to hers so the tips of their noses touched. “I am always wet for you.”
A feral kind of noise escaped him then, it reverberated through his chest like a fierce roar.
He hooked an arm around her waist and flipped them over, so she was flat on her back and he was positioned above her, between her thighs.
He snared her wrists over her head, and with his other hand, he grabbed the side of her face.
Not punishing but demanding all the same. His thumb skated across her lips.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“I’m always?—”
“No.” He shook his head once, his eyes swimming with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “My name. Say it.”
“Atlas Skye.” She whispered his name into the space between them.
Again he groaned, a cavernous sound that had her legs falling open as his mouth devoured hers in a hungry kiss.
Their lips met, slashing across one another as their tongues meshed in a fierce tempo, both of them ravenous for each other.
Teeth scraped and bit, she felt the sting of his sharp incisors, and he swallowed her moan, taking everything she gave him.
“You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me…
for years .” Atlas ran his hand from her face to her neck to her waist. He lowered his mouth to her, sucking her skin through the silk of his shirt she wore.
The wet fabric fused to her flesh, and she lifted her hips, rolling them against his protruding erection.
Atlas lifted his head, planting kisses between the valley of her breasts.
She struggled against his grasp, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and bring him closer to her, but Atlas held firm, refusing to release her.
“Seeing you here, in my bed, in my shirt, and in these fucking stockings…” He gripped her thigh, running his fingers beneath the fine layer of lace. “You torture me, Ever. You are pure torture.”
Everinne locked her legs around him, digging her heels into the small of his back, shielding her thoughts.
She knew what would happen if the kralv found out they were mates, but she was also no fool.
If she refused Atlas’s bed, the kralv would undoubtedly grow suspicious, and make her suffer for that as well.
Not only that, but the thought of Atlas with anyone else filled her with immeasurable rage. She was damned either way.
Better to be damned and pleasured than damned and miserable.
The need building between her legs became nearly unbearable.
His magic coursed through her, intensifying with every heartbeat.
It flowed through her veins, heating her blood, sending bolts of sensual lightning straight to her core.
Her muscles spasmed, then clenched, the impending orgasm growing like a rogue wave, threatening to drown her in a sea of oblivion.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, when she thought she would unravel if he didn’t touch her, Atlas dropped his head once more, popped off the button so his shirt fell open around her, and sank his teeth into the top of her right breast.
He bit her.
Hard.
Release crashed into her, pulling her into an undercurrent of ecstasy, until she broke through the surface, trembling and gasping.
“Atlas.” She choked out his name on a broken sob.
“Again,” he demanded, moving above her so her gaze met the wild green of his eyes.
“Atlas,” she begged. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, let me touch you.”
He hovered over her a moment longer, drinking her in, then finally let go of her wrists.
She instantly reached for him, but he eased back onto his knees, trailing one hand down her stomach, then lower to where the apex of her thighs was still swollen and wet.
The pad of his fingertip grazed her tingling flesh, and she nearly jolted out of the bed.
“You can touch me on one condition.”
She nodded, willing to agree to anything he asked of her, eager to feel him. Taste him. Own him. Exactly as he had done to her.
“When you marry me, you will share my bed.” Atlas stroked her clit and she whimpered, longing to take him in her hands. “Once you’re my wife, your heart, your soul, and your body belong to me.”
“Yes,” she panted, angling her hips toward him in a silent plea for more.
She knew what he was asking of her, what he was demanding of her.
Just as she knew that once she agreed to his terms, once she accepted him as her mate, there would be no going back.
Nothing could undo it, nothing could break it, not even death.
The bond they shared would span an eternity, bleeding from one existence to the next, through the rise and fall of worlds, a thread of devotion woven through centuries.
Atlas stretched out alongside her, propping his elbow up on the pillows while his free hand moved between her legs. He kissed her cheek. Her neck. The tip of her ear.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.
His magic pooled in the palm of his hand as he cupped her, and another surge of ecstasy bloomed, centering at the apex of her thighs.
It swirled and teased, delving inside of her, flowing through her until every inch of her body trembled with devastating bliss.
His power was like a wraith, stealing over her, invisible caresses setting the entirety of her skin aflame.
She rolled onto her side, pressing her hands to his bare chest while she rubbed herself against his rough palm.
Another burst of seductive pleasure throbbed around her clit and she gasped, scraping her nails down his abdomen, her fingers finding the buttons of his pants.
“I’m yours,” she murmured into the hollow of his throat. “I will always be yours.”
Everinne made quick work of the buttons, nearly sighing in relief once the fullness of his cock sprang free.
She glanced down, her mouth watering at the sight of him.
It was a pity there was only one, for she could think of nothing better than to have him buried inside of her while she also took him into her mouth, if only such a thing were possible.
His groan was thunderous, a storm of burning need.
“Bleeding skies, Ever.” Atlas flipped them over, anchoring her above him.
The green of his eyes was dark with crazed hunger as she crawled down the length of his muscled body, seating herself on his large thighs.
“Trust if I had two cocks, I would fuck your mouth and your wet little cunt until you couldn’t remember your own name. ”
“I wouldn’t need to remember my name. Only yours.” She gripped his length, working him gently, and his eyes rolled to the wooden ceiling above them.
“Unfortunately,” he ground the word out and tucked both of his hands behind his head. “This is the best I’ve got.”
Warmth tickled her fingers, and she stared as he enlarged in her grasp.
His erection lengthened, thickened, throbbed with wicked power.
She gaped in shock, in utter awe of his impressive display.
She could’ve sworn she noticed a similar sensation when she’d taken him in her mouth at the overlook, but it had been nothing like this…
this was something beyond even her wildest of fantasies.
Her gaze darted back up to his eyes, which were now glinting with amusement.
“How?” she asked.
“Sex fae.” Atlas grinned, his dimples winking. “Remember?”
She snapped her mouth shut.
“Make me come, Everinne,” Atlas taunted, his smirk widening.
“But it…you won’t fit,” she countered, suddenly doubting her own sexual prowess.
He chuckled, settling back against the mountain of pillows. “Oh, I’ll fit. But you won’t be riding my cock tonight.”
Her brows furrowed. She thought he wanted her, thought he wanted to take all of her. Completely. “Why not?”
“Because the first time we have sex, I won’t be using any magic. It will be me, only me, who will make you writhe with need. Who will make you come so hard, you’ll be begging for me again before you’ve even recovered.”
Everinne pursed her lips together and scowled. “You’re so arrogant.”
“But you love me for it,” he countered, winking playfully.
She would not dwell on the word he just said, for it hadn’t seemed to bother him in the least. That was something she would contemplate later, when she couldn’t escape the analyzing chaos of her thoughts.
“Show me what you’ve got, Wildheart,” he murmured as tendrils of his magic slipped into her wet heat with promises of that ever-elusive release. “Make me come, or your next orgasm will remain just out of reach.”
She whimpered, biting her bottom lip. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Atlas ran his tongue along his teeth. “Try me.”
Staring down at the ridiculous size of his shaft, she decided to do the one thing she knew would bring him to his haughty knees.
“Whatever you say, Your Radiance.”
Everinne splayed her body over his lower half, resting her forearms comfortably on his hips.
If he were his normal size, it might not work, but the Prince of Prava had decided to show off and she had every intention of making him pay—in the most torturous way.
Fitting his cock snugly between her breasts, she lowered her mouth to his tip and sucked.