Chapter Thirty-Two
Thirty-Two
Tegan
Before I could answer, Atlas tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving. “Nope.”
He stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me for a second before he pulled his shirt over his head. “Good.”
He shucked off his joggers next, revealing navy blue boxer briefs with a dark spot right over the crotch. It shouldn’t have been nearly as hot as it was, but I couldn’t help feeling victorious that I made him come without laying a finger on his cock.
“Come here,” I hummed, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Why?” he asked, palming himself.
“I want to taste you.”
He palmed himself again, his cock already straining against his underwear. “I don’t remember telling you we were doing that.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded.
He slid his underwear down his legs, letting his cock free. He gave it one slow jerk, making a shiny bead of precum gather on the tip.
I moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. Atlas stepped between them, bringing his cock a breath’s width from my face.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, giving his cock another slow pump.
I nodded, running my hands along the backs of his thighs. “Please.”
One of his hands fisted my hair, holding me in place while he rubbed the slick tip of his cock across my lips, coating them with precum.
My tongue darted out, eagerly lapping at his head before he slid his cock inside my mouth.
“Tegan,” he grunted, canting his hips, forcing his cock into the back of my throat.
He fucked my face until my lips tingled and my cheeks hurt. Spit dribbled down my chin and tears clouded my vision. It was rough and messy, and I loved every second of it. He was taking control. Using me for his pleasure.
And then he stopped.
Atlas yanked me off his cock, staring down at me with his hand still buried in my hair. “Did you really think I was going to come in your mouth when your pussy is there, waiting to be filled up?” he asked.
He manhandled me again, flipping me over so my belly was against the duvet and my ass was up in the air. Atlas joined me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. I wasn’t sure my bed frame could handle him fucking me, but we were about to find out.
He threw my dress over my back, tugging down the shorts I was wearing underneath to give him access to my pussy.
“Look at you,” he said, smoothing his palms over my ass. “The most perfect fucking body.”
One of his hands cracked down on my cheek, making me yelp and sending a wave of heat through me.
“Someone likes to be spanked.” He turned his attention to my pussy, rubbing two fingers along the seam. “You’re fucking soaked.”
I rocked my hips into his hand, begging him to touch me.
“Ah. Ah,” he tsked, pulling his fingers away.
I let out a little frustrated sigh at the loss, making him laugh.
“Be patient.” He wiped his wet fingertips across my ass before giving it another rough smack that felt like a bolt of lightning straight to my clit, making me cry out again. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he said, skimming his hand over my cheek to soothe away the sting.
I hadn’t seen him like this before. More dominant. More aggressive.
I liked it.
I felt the tip of his cock brush against my ass, and I arched my back, really pressing myself against him.
He let out a throaty groan of approval and gripped one of my hips, his claws digging into my skin while he held me in place.
The slick tip of his cock slid across my pussy, up and down a few times before he notched himself at my entrance, driving himself home in one thrust, just like he’d promised.
I cried out his name from the stretch, the burning sensation of being so utterly full fading to a pleasurable warmth that I’d only ever experienced with him.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “Taking me like you were made for me.”
He leaned over me, tenderly cupping my jaw with one hand while the other cupped my breast, lifting me up until I was on my knees with my back pressed to his chest.
“This okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah—ahh.” He pinched my nipple, making the last part of the word stretch out on a moan. I could feel him everywhere. His gentle grip on my jaw, his rough palm on my breast, his fur tickling my back, and of course the steady thrusts of his cock.
I pushed my ass into him, forcing him deeper, until the thick swell of his knot rubbed against my pussy. It teased my entrance with each of his thrusts, bumping and grinding, the friction driving me wild.
Fuck, I wanted to take it. Feel it pop inside of me, locking us together and sealing in his cum.
“I—I want your knot,” I whined.
“Fuck,” he groaned, moving his hips in a circle to really tease me with his knot. “I wish I could give it to you, baby. I want to feel your pussy strangling my knot.”
“Please,” I begged, even though it was irrational. There was no way it was happening today, but a girl could dream.
“You want my knot plugging your pussy while I fill you with my cum?” he asked. “Keeping it all inside of you?”
I nodded against his hand. “Fuck. Yes.”
He moved faster, tightening his grip on my jaw, rolling my nipple between his fingertips until it was too much. It was all too much.
“Gonna come,” I panted, feeling the tension building in my belly.
“Me, too, but I don’t want to,” he rasped. “Not yet.”
“Why?” I breathed. “We have all night.”
That spurred Atlas on, his thrusts growing erratic. Again and again he pounded into me until I shattered around him.
I cried out his name, bracing myself on one arm, reaching behind me with the other to bury my hand in his fur. He pressed his snout against my temple, fucking me through my orgasm until I felt him go rigid against me, his cock jolting inside me as he pumped me full of his cum.
He slid his hand down the column of my neck, crossing his arms over my chest to support my limp body, holding me against his chest with his cock still buried inside me.
I sighed contentedly, leaning into him. Hoping he’d never let me go.
—
After another round, I was an absolute mess. Sweat and a mixture of our body fluids coated my skin, and my brain had that fuzzy dreamlike feeling that came with back-to-back-to-back orgasms.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked before thinking about the logistics of the two of us fitting in my shower. It was your standard-size bathtub, nothing fancy like at Atlas’s house, but I was confident we could make it work.
“I would love to.”
I slipped out of bed, doing a little stretch to show off my body while Atlas’s eyes were glued on me. He mumbled something along the lines of You’re going to kill me under his breath, and I smirked.
“We won’t be able to take a long one,” I said. “My water heater needs to be replaced.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, running his claws through the fur on the back of his neck. “Gas or electric?” he asked.
The question took me by surprise. Why did he need to know something like that?
“Electric,” I said, slipping inside my closet to grab a towel for him. He was a big guy, so I pulled two off the shelf. “They didn’t run gas lines out here.”
“I can replace it for you.”
I tossed the towels on the bed and stepped between his legs, shivering when he ran his hands along my sides.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” I said, burying my fingers in the thick ruff of fur covering his neck.
“If it was gas, I would have told you to hire a professional, but an electric water heater is easy enough. The next day you’re free, we’ll go get one and I’ll install it for you.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Mhm. What’s the point of having a boyfriend who’s handy if he doesn’t fix things around the house? Besides—” He placed a series of barely there kisses along my chest. It was almost like he was kissing my freckles—the big ones, at least. “I want us to have plenty of warm water when I shower here.”
“Or—we could just shower at your house,” I suggested. “There would be more room.”
He nuzzled my chest, his soft fur giving me goose bumps. “I like it here.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice tight.
He leaned back, his golden eyes staring at me so intensely I almost wanted to look away. “It’s homey. It’s you. And I like you.”
“I like you, too.” That’s what I said, but the things that I felt for Atlas were starting to feel deeper than that. The other four-letter L-word.
I gave him one last kiss before I slipped away, grabbing the towels and carrying them into the bathroom.
While the cottage was small, it did have two bathrooms. My nana had updated the hallway half bath at some point during my life, but the en suite was terribly outdated. As soon as I fell into some money, it was first on the list for renovations.
Atlas squeezed into the bathroom with me, leaning against the counter and looking around.
“What?” I asked.
“You know, while I’m on a roll with the water heater, we could remodel the bathroom,” he suggested, like it was no big deal.
I scoffed. “There’s no way I could let you do that.”
“But I—”
“No,” I said firmly.
Even if he had the know-how, there was no way I could afford it. And I certainly wasn’t letting him pay for it.
“Fine.” He sighed. “But let me know if you ever change your mind.”
“I promise I will.” When I have the money to pay him to do it.
I bent over and started the tap, giving the water a chance to warm up and giving Atlas another perfect view of my ass. Not one to waste an opportunity, he gave it a playful swat that made it jiggle.
“Will you stop it?” I giggled. “It’s sore because someone kept spanking it.”
He came up behind me, nuzzling my neck. “I just can’t help myself.”
“Well, you’re going to have to because I can’t go another round. Not tonight,” I said, climbing into the shower now that the water was finally warm enough.
He chuckled. “Fair enough.”
“Sorry it’s so tiny,” I said, watching his massive frame squeeze into the shower with me. We were going to have to take turns under the showerhead.
“Tegan,” he said, moving into my space. “It’s fine.” He did that sexy-arm thing, leaning over me, caging me against the wall with his body.
The water trickled over his fur, along his muzzle, and off the tip of his nose, dripping onto me while I stared up at him. He looked so incredibly sexy, this jacked, handsome wolven, looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
Atlas cupped my neck with his free hand, leaning down to give me a slow sensual kiss that was over way too soon.
“What’s this?” he said, reaching for something behind me.
“What’s what?”
“Is this the bath puff?” he asked, dangling the pouf from his claws.
I really regretted telling him that story. Was it gross I hadn’t replaced it?
“Yes. That is the pouf.”
He picked up my body wash, squirted a significant amount on the pouf, and proceeded to scrub himself with it.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh. The sight of him lathering up with a bright pink bath pouf was hilarious.
“When I’m at work tomorrow, I want to smell like you.” He cocked his head, his wet ears flopping to the side. Adorable. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” I mean, my pouf was going to become a giant hairball, but at this point in my relationship with Atlas, I’d accepted all the fur that came with being in a relationship with him. It would be a lifetime of lint rolling, clogged drains, and—
Wait.
A lifetime?
It shook me up how naturally that thought crept in there.
“Good,” he said. “Switch with me.”
I shimmied around him, which was incredibly difficult in my tiny bathtub, letting him rinse under the spray of the shower.
The water trickled down his body as he tilted his head toward the showerhead, running his hands through his fur to make sure he rinsed out all the soap.
Suds trailed down his chest, over his abs, dripping off the tip of his soft cock as it hung between his legs.
“Tegan,” he said, making me jump.
“Yeah,” I said in a daze.
He tugged me to him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me under the warm water.
“Were you checking me out?” he asked, his voice a rumble against my chest.
“Maybe,” I stammered.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just have to take you again.” He grabbed my breast, giving my already-sensitive nipple a little tweak that made my pussy throb.
I reached down for his cock, making a frustrated noise in the back of my throat when he pulled his hips away.
“I thought you said you couldn’t go another round?” He hummed.
“I lied.” I shut off the tap and ripped the shower curtain back. “Now take me to bed.”
He hoisted me into his arms, handling my slick body with ease. “Yes, ma’am.”
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.