Chapter Twelve
Twelve
Tegan
I couldn’t believe how easily things had fallen into place. I should have just put on my big-girl pants and strolled into the gym right after the wedding. It would have saved me from a lot of sulking.
I was looking forward to spending more time with Atlas, but freaking four a.m.?
I was thinking with my lady bits and not with my actual brain.
I pulled off my leggings and crop top before struggling to free my tits from the constraints of my sports bra. These things were a form of torture, but without it I’d probably give myself a black eye.
I stepped under the shower spray and lathered my body with my bath pouf, washing away the sweat from my workout.
Atlas smelled so good today. When he came up behind me to help with my form, I got another strong whiff of him. I wanted him to rub that furry face of his between my thighs, coating me with his scent as he ate my pussy.
My soapy fingers teased the pert tips of my nipples. I moaned as I wondered what it would feel like if Atlas dragged the pointed tips of his teeth along them, giving them a sharp tug.
It would hurt so good.
My hands slid lower, over my belly and down between my legs, the tips of my fingers going straight for my clit. I swirled them over the sensitive bud, varying the pressure with each tiny circle.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the sound echoing off the tile walls.
I dipped one finger inside of me and then another, curling them in a come-hither motion against my G-spot while my thumb teased my clit.
Atlas has claws.
I wondered if he could retract them and fuck me with those long, thick fingers. Maybe if I was a good girl, he’d shove them in my mouth after the fact and force me to lick them clean.
Yeah, he would.
And I’d love every second of it.
My hips canted forward in light thrusts, driving my fingers deeper and heightening my pleasure. I could feel my orgasm creeping closer with each glide of my thumb over my clit.
“Yes. Atlas. Please. Give it to me. Please,” I begged as all my fantasies of him played out in my head.
Him pinning me against the wall, impaling me on his cock.
Me riding him while he lifted my hips with ease.
Him fucking my mouth with harsh thrusts and a clawed fist tangled in my hair.
“Gods, Atlas. Yes. Give me your cum. Give me your cum.” I wanted to taste it. Wanted him to fill my pussy with it.
That did it.
I leaned against the shower wall, moaning and riding out my orgasm as my thighs shook.
Damn. Another one.
Was I really this crazed over a wolven I’d literally just met?
The answer was a hard yes.
I finished my shower and toweled off, grabbing my phone from where it sat on the bathroom vanity to check for any messages.
I had a text.
From Atlas.
He was texting me now?
My hands shook as I unlocked my phone.
Atlas: Hey! Great job today. I’m so proud of your dedication to getting stronger. Glad the idea of a 4 AM workout didn’t put you off
I snorted and held my phone up to my chest like a giggly schoolgirl.
A wink.
HE WINKED AT ME VIA TEXT.
I stared at my phone for a few moments, my fingers lingering over the keyboard, pondering my response.
Tegan: Hey! Thank you! I had a really great teacher
Shit. Was that too much?!
Flirting was hard. Just be yourself, Teg.
Oh hey, Atlas. Thanks for rubbing your wolfman dick against my ass today. I definitely don’t have ulterior motives for hauling my ass out of bed at four a.m. to throw around weights.
No, no. Don’t say that.
Atlas: Nah, you’re a natural. Remember, four AM tomorrow.
He finished that one with a really cute blushing smiley face.
It was the same face I’d seen him make at me before but, ya know, the wolf version.
Tegan: I didn’t forget. Setting my alarm right now.
I hit send and waited.
Atlas: Good. See you in the morning
Holy shit.
I stared at the heart emoji for a beat.
Did he mean hearts for me? Or did he mean hearts for the gym?
I needed an outside opinion.
I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Declan’s number. Luckily, he answered on the second ring.
“Dude, we have a serious emergency,” I said through the line.
“Oh my gods. Has there been a development?” Dec screeched. “I’m all ears, baby. Spill that tea.” He was always down for drama and gossip. I couldn’t ask for a better life coach or friend.
“He texted me, Dec,” I said, pacing back and forth from the bathroom to my bedroom. “I’m freaking out.”
“Wait, when did he get your number? What happened at the gym?”
“Shit, okay. Yeah, I should probably start from the beginning. So I showed up at the gym and he was there working the front desk and we were being all flirty while I signed up for a membership. And then when I was doing a workout I found on Pinterest, he came up to help me because apparently I was doing my squats all wrong.” I paused to catch my breath.
“And then he offered to train me and he got my number because I have to meet him at freaking four a.m. to work out.”
“Are you serious?” he squealed.
“Yes, I’m serious!”
“So you’re meeting him at four a.m. tomorrow?”
“Yes! But he texted me tonight out of nowhere.”
“So what did he say in his text?” Dec asked.
“I don’t know, a bunch of things. He sent me a heart emoji, Dec. Hold on. I’m going to send you a screenshot.” I took a screenshot and sent it to him.
“Tegan. Babe. He is totally flirting!” There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. This confirmed it. This was really happening.
“I don’t know what to do!” I groaned as I threw myself down on my bed.
“What do you mean, you don’t know what to do? He almost kissed you the other day. Just work out and flirt with him, Teg. Push those titties out, sway those hips when you walk. We both know your ass looks amazing in leggings.” Dec was my forever hype man, and I loved him for it.
And my ass really did look amazing in leggings. I thought about it for a second and I could hear Declan breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Well?” he said expectantly.
This was what I wanted, what I swore I was going to make time for, and it had just fallen in my lap—or shown up on the sidewalk after a cake fell out of my arms, rather. This was my chance.
“I’m gonna go for it. He’s interested and I’m obviously interested, so I’m gonna go for it.”
Declan screamed so loud, I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Yes, girl! I’m proud of you for taking the initiative. Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes!”
“I will! I should probably get to bed anyway.” I looked at the time and calculated how many hours of sleep I’d be able to squeeze in before I started cursing Atlas’s name.
“Oh, and Teg, snap me a pic of his ass if you can. The website photos are great and all, but I want to check him out from the other side.”
“No way.” I laughed. I really regretted sending him the link to the gym’s website.
“Come on, Tegs—” he started.
“Good night,” I said sweetly before hanging up the phone.
I might just have to do that. My spank bank could use something other than website photos.