Prologue #3
I think Atlas didn’t even bother to fight it, and that probably meant that when Maya did accidentally—or purposefully—push him too far, he would just snap and give into it.
Although, I highly doubted she would do it purposefully, even if she was teasing.
Maya had a natural grace and sexuality to her that even the most uninterested man or woman wouldn’t be able to ignore.
So no, I think when it came to Atlas, it was only a matter of time before he gave into his mating bond with her completely.
I didn’t think Maya realized just how much power she had over us, not just as men, but as mates.
The woman made all the decisions and was deciding the future of our flight without even realizing it.
I actually had refrained from telling her because I didn’t want to put that much pressure on her.
More so, I worried if I told Maya that, she would stop telling me what she wanted and start telling me what she thought everyone would want or what she thought I wanted to hear.
Something that was unacceptable in the long run since it really didn’t matter what anyone wanted but her.
“Did she fall asleep in that originally?” Atlas asked, breaking me from my thoughts as I looked over what she was wearing.
I swear, the woman was constantly trying to dress like the sweetest fucking temptation.
Even now, the soft lace and silk material against her skin had me nearly feeling lightheaded with the need I had for her.
The worst part? This was my own damn fault.
I had suggested she buy all these new clothes.
I just hadn’t fucking considered how hard it would be to see her in lingerie, her perfect ass and breasts on display, as she acted as if she wasn’t asking for me to fuck her senseless.
As she moved around our hotel suite, offering me a small smile and rubbing up against me, making me want to pin her down onto the couch until she understood the trouble she was courting.
She looked like a fucking princess, and I wanted to rip the material off of her, defile her completely and pound into her tight pink pussy until she realized what an outfit like this did to me.
This woman was going to drive me insane.
“Yes,” I hissed out with frustration.
“Want me to move her to the bedroom?” Atlas asked, looking back to me from where he had been glancing at the television.
Unfortunately, the news only seemed to stoke my possessive urge to claim her again, because it was continuously featuring the exact same story.
All about Maya. It was frustrating as hell being so fucking possessive over a woman that the entire world was obsessing over.
Not that I could blame them. She was easy to become obsessed about.
Although, I didn’t like the idea of it bothering Maya, which it no doubt eventually would. She never asked for any of this, and humans constantly begging for her attention or the media following her unrelentingly was enough to make the strongest of us crazy.
“No.” I smoothed my fingers over her skin.
“But toss me a blanket. I can’t keep looking at her ass and not lose it.
” Because she really did have a fantastic ass, and I found myself constantly replaying what she looked like bent over as my cock slid in and out of her in hard, solid strokes, demanding her to come.
Atlas draped a white velvet and fur blanket on top of her, allowing me to finally pull my eyes away from her body.
I watched as my best friend kissed her forehead before walking towards the bedroom.
I could tell he was exhausted, but he had spent the past few hours arranging for security to come tomorrow morning.
The man was obsessed over Maya’s safety, and I was thankful for it.
I had known a lot of different sides to Atlas, but even I could admit the way he acted, handled, and protected Maya was far different than normal.
She had changed all of us, but in some ways the effect she had on him was the most noticeable.
She had softened his behavior and the way he normally interacted with others. Not that it had altered around anyone else, but around her he was very different. I would have probably made fun of him for it if I didn’t know for certain that I acted much the same.
After all, Maya had called me ‘sweet.’
My dragon offered me a dark expression as I nearly rolled my eyes at his pride being hurt.
I was thrilled that Maya thought I was sweet.
I would take that over any of the other descriptions that had been used for me throughout the years.
I wasn’t in any capacity sweet, but if she thought so, I would believe it because her word was law in my mind.
Plus, I was sweet… for her. Only her. Well, until I had her perfect ass bent over in bed, rutting into her far harder than I probably should.
She had to know how much she affected me, right?
I swear she did to some extent, because sometimes my reactions would garner a glint of curiosity as she tried to push me, yielding a very different result than most would.
I should probably tell her it wasn’t necessary for her to push.
If she wanted to see me lose it, I could happily show her just how insane I was about her.
Show her everything that I would do in her name.
Show her everything I would do to claim her as ours completely in the eyes of everyone.
There was only one aspect of that which concerned me.
My dragon. I knew he would want to come out to play at some point.
Because of being an alpha and the type of flight we were, exhibiting all the different types throughout our bond and resulting in a correlating strength, we had the ability to shift into a state of being where our dragons were far more in charge than we were despite remaining in our human forms. It was fantastic for military aspects and planning, but it took a lot of control to keep it retained, and once it broke out, it usually took the others to help calm the person down.
Eventually, my dragon would insist on being part of that moment when we claimed her, but right now I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t take her viciously, wanting to completely dominate her.
I wasn’t positive I wanted Maya to see that side of me.
Not yet. That side of me was the one that had garnered a not so ‘sweet’ reputation in the Dreki realm.
Eldur Academy, where we had been trained, only handled students that would be equipped to directly defend the castle in times of need.
Which meant that you either had to be really fucking scary or have connections.
Our flight happened to have both. While we had never specifically worked in the castle, spending most of our time in training and on missions, we had earned a reputation that preceded us throughout the Dreki realm.
No one wanted to fuck with our flight, not because they liked us, but because of the consequences associated with such a dumb action.
The only time I had truly been thankful for our reputation was when no one risked challenging us when we decided to leave, something that had been a cause for frustration upon the royal court, and more so, our families.
Although, now I was a bit more thankful for that fear if it meant keeping these fuckers away from Maya.
“Marco.” She sighed my name softly in her sleep, sinking further against me as her head slipped down onto my lap, my cock jerking as her cheek rested on my thigh.
Fuck. I gently grabbed a pillow and lifted her head, making sure to rest her on it before smoothing my fingers through her hair.
No need to have her waking up with my fucking cock right in her face.
I mean… unless that was something she wanted.
Goddamn it. Now all I could think about was Maya kneeling between my legs, her perfect lips wrapped around my cock.
This. This was why dragons and their mates usually took time away from everyone else after fucking mating.
I wanted to spend every free moment of my time exploring her body, and unfortunately that wasn’t a goddamn option right now.
It didn’t help that she was also so very clearly exhausted right now.
My fingers brushed over her cheekbone, glints of glitter still covering her skin from the event only hours ago.
I scowled as another picture of her flashed up on the television screen, highlighting her attendance at such a ‘prestigious’ event that the national media circuit probably wouldn’t normally have cared about if not for her attendance.
Well, to some extent. I mean, the reason it was prestigious was because of how easily dragon shifters had made their way into the upper echelons of human society despite trying to keep a somewhat low profile.
It was difficult to do so because dragons collected things, from wealth to properties, and humans valued those things and the owners of those items. So of course they noticed us.
I was nearly positive that this event had been held under the guise of a charity auction, and while I had no doubt that a donation would take place, I couldn’t even tell you what it had officially been for.
I had been far too focused on making sure that none of the other fucking flights touched or looked at Maya in a way that I didn’t deem as okay.
Luckily for them, it seemed most of them had the goddamn sense to be polite but to keep their distance, which just left me with the annoyance that was the Council.
Honestly, the other Council members were probably the only individuals that could convince flights to risk pissing us off, and even then there would be hesitancy. Not just because of how powerful we were, either. No, that was only part of the reputation we had developed back in the Dreki realm.