Skye #2
Atlas gulps, tipping his head back against the wall with a shuddering sigh.
I can feel his heart beating in his chest, his fingers curling into me.
“You want me to knot you in Fury’s office, sweetheart?
Bend you over his desk and have you dripping slick all over the floor?
” He groans, hips thrusting forward into me, seeking any friction he can, and I look down to see the thick drop of pre-cum dewing in the slit.
“No. No, I’m not knotting you for the first time here, baby. ”
Pouting at my Alpha, I start to slide down his body, dropping to my knees on the rough carpeted floor of the office.
Taking him in hand, I squeeze the heavy cock in my hands, feeling his knot pulsing at the base, ready to inflate at a moment’s notice.
Not right now, I tell myself, leaning in to lap the drop and snort as Atlas’s head hits the wall behind him hard.
He tastes earthy like his scent, just a hint of the salty sweetness, and my lips part over the thick mushroom head, suckling on the sensitive flesh there until he groans and finally threads his fingers through my hair.
His thick digits ravel between the strands, and he holds me there, pulsing his hips forward in an uncontrolled push.
Hitting the back of my throat triggers my gag reflex, and he immediately releases me as I cough, patting his leg.
He’s a lot bigger than Teddy, and there’s no way I’ll be able to take him all.
“It’s okay, it’s fine, Atty, I’m just not… You’re too big and I can’t deep throat all that good.”
Clasping at my chin, he tips my head up to him, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide, devouring the gray ring of his iris, “You take what you can, babygirl, either way you’re gonna be drinking my cum.”
Fuck, that is hot.
And then, ever so gently, he pushes in until he meets resistance, nods, and starts fucking in earnest, never pushing farther than my throat allows.
In return, I dig my nails into his thighs, moaning as I take him in.
Fluttering my tongue against the underside, one hand trails across to cup his balls, feeling hard metal across the front of them.
Popping off, I tilt my head to admire the small rings through the seam of his balls, tugging one softly and hearing his sharp inhale.
“What are these for?” I ask, tugging on it again and finally hearing my sweet, golden retriever Alpha growl at me.
“Just liked it, Fury said the ladder hurt, so I didn’t want that.”
I stop my movements, giving him a curious look, “and you didn’t think getting holes punched through your sack would hurt?” Shaking my head, I nuzzle against his thigh, stroking him with a rough, firm grip.
“Made you play with them though, didn’t it?
” He chuckles before he pats his cock against my lips again, and I take him as deep as I can again.
“One of these days, Clay will stop playing nice and he’ll make you choke on it until there’s tears running down your cheeks, but I won’t, baby, I’m just happy to be here. ”
I keep sucking him, taking him in, then sliding back, hollowing my cheeks.
My hand takes up the leftover at the base, squeezing around his knot in rhythmic pulses until he’s gasping and heaving his breath.
His thighs tense beneath me, and I feel the moment his balls lift, pushing those rings against my hand as his knot swells into my palm and he shoots down my throat.
Thick salty cum fills my mouth, and I swallow it with a groan, lapping at him until he’s clean, sinking down the wall to sit on the carpet in front of me.
“Damn, babygirl, I just lost my soul to your tongue.” Atlas collapses into the desk chair, and I wince for his naked ass on the leather, his cock deflating without being locked inside my warmth.
Sitting my ass down on the rough carpet, I lick my lips and watch him, taking the time to appreciate his rippling abs even under the yellow light above.
Rising and falling softly, his chest is a little sweaty, and I wonder how long before he shifts back so we can go back into the main bar.
Instead, he logs onto the computer at the desk, furrowing his brows as his eyes dart across the screen, and his scent takes on a smoother, more relaxed tone, his shoulders slumping as he looks at me with a smile.
“She’s gone, bars clear, though it’s getting busy.
Do me a favor and grab me some clothes from the staff room next door, yeah?
I’m a little wobbly, and Deac is in there, don’t wanna give him a show.
” He chuckles, tapping on the desk, stretching up with a deep groan, and I shamelessly stare as it sends all that pale skin and muscles into a wave of tension.
“Sure, uhhh,” I brush the back of my hand across my lips, concerned for the drool it feels like I have leaking down my face, “I’ll be back in a sec.
” Lingering as long as I can, my eyes drink in the image of him splayed back over the chair.
Damn, he really lives up to his name, looking every inch the titan that he is as I slip out of the door.
Atlas is dangerous on the eyes, my pussy, and most definitely my heart, too.
I can hear his words in my mind even now, and it warms me in a way I’m not used to…
“I’m just basking in your sunshine after spending too long howling at the moon.
” Goddess, what a treat to be loved so completely, and for nothing at all.
Was it ever like this at home? I don’t remember a time when my dad's love came without stipulations, without a need for some return on his ‘investment.’ Mom was different, at least to me; she’d swaddle me up, call me her little puppy, and hold me on the long nights that I cried over being a shifter.
Now here I am, with a pack of five fantastic men, fighting for me without a second thought and caring for me in their own ways.
Stepping into the staff room, my eyes catch on the locker with ‘ATLAS SPARE’ scrawled across it in black Sharpie, huffing a laugh and moving towards it.
A dark figure moves in the corner of my vision, and I turn to greet the bartender we’d seen on the camera.
“Hey Deacon, just grabbing--”
Something sharp slides into my neck, and the shadow looming over me claps a hand over my mouth. The darkness starts to blur at the edges of my vision, filling with dots. Struggling against them, I hear a rough grunt and snarl, the strength leaving me until I fall limp in their arms.