Chapter Seven

Atlas lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, looking at the text his mom sent him about something she'd heard through one of her friends. She wanted to know if it was true that Atlas had caused a scene at the hospital.

They hadn't spoken since that day in her kitchen. Which seemed like a lifetime ago.

Jennifer's wedding was getting closer. Atlas understood that. He knew his mom and sister, along with Craig's mom, were busy with everything. But it only took ten minutes to call him to ask him what was going on and if everything was okay.

It wasn't like Atlas to cause a scene. It was completely out of character for him. He wasn't even going to call his sister like his boss had suggested. Even though Jennifer supported him and his dad never had a problem with him dating men, Atlas had always felt as if he didn't belong in his own family.

Atlas rolled to his side and curled his good arm under the pillow. What Braylon had done to him still hurt deeply. How could Atlas not see what was right in front of him? Not only was Glen a cheater, but so was Braylon.

They'd met a year ago at Fearless Fox and had hit it off. Since then they'd nearly been inseparable. Braylon had been the only guy Atlas's mother hadn't curled her lip at, only because she knew they were just best friends and not dating. How many cookouts had Atlas invited Braylon over for? How many times had he confided in his best friend things he hadn't told anyone else?

To find out that Braylon was sleeping with Glen behind Atlas's back not only crushed him but he lay there wishing he could get revenge.

That was why it was so hard for Atlas to trust anyone. Every time he gave someone a chance, he was fucked over.

What hurt most of all was what Kellen had said in the kitchen. Atlas had only caught the conversation where Colt was asking about Braylon, as if Kellen had been trying to set him up on a date.

Wasn't there anyone Atlas could trust?

The sound of footsteps reached his ears. Atlas didn't want to fight with Kellen. They were supposed to be each other's other halves, but Kellen didn't act like it. Atlas didn't really know anything about his mate because Kellen never shared anything with him. He was closed off, and Atlas wasn't sure if those walls would ever come down.

He watched as Kellen entered the room, and all Atlas wanted was to be left alone.

Kellen closed the door then sat on the floor by the closet. Atlas yearned to be in his arms, craved something special with the guy. He'd messed around and caught feelings for Kellen, but he was too afraid to express them because Kellen had all but admitted they were supposed to have been nothing more than a hookup. Just Kellen's bad luck that Atlas had turned out to be his mate.

The scene in the kitchen had made it more than clear that Kellen hadn't been ready to settle down. The guy had been forced to do so because of the whole mating thing. Although Kellen had been caring and considerate toward Atlas, that wasn't the same as actually wanting to be with someone.

Atlas lay there, watching Kellen, his heart hurting so badly that he couldn't have something deep and meaningful with the one guy fate had thought would be perfect for him.

Kellen leaned against the wall and cleared his throat. "My dad died when we were pups. Colt doesn't even really remember him. Our mom raised us. In my world, our kind don't reach maturity until we're between seventy and one hundred. Some less fortunate are left orphaned, relying on strangers or family members who may or may not want them."

Had Kellen been crying? His eyes were a bit shiny and slightly red. It was hard for Atlas to believe that a guy who seemed so tough would cry.

"My cousin was orphaned. My mom took him in, but she treated Jared as if she resented the fact that she was burdened with raising him. Colt and I were young, so we didn't understand why she felt that way. If she didn't want him there, why did she take him in?"

Atlas didn't say anything because it felt more rhetorical than a genuine question.

"We kept telling Jared if he did everything she said, she might be nicer toward him. That was always what she'd told me and my brother. Good boys get love and bad boys suffer the consequences. Her love was very conditional."

"That's emotional manipulation," Atlas said. Glen had done that to him, but Atlas had been ignorant of the fact that that kind of behavior was a sign of a toxic relationship. It had been Jennifer who'd pointed it out to Atlas.

"Something I dealt with for over one hundred and fifty years." Kellen cleared his throat again as he stared at the carpet. "Only she wasn't the one who doled out the punishments when she was pissed at us."

Atlas didn't like where this was going. He wanted to yell for Kellen to stop, that he didn't have to share this with him, but the look on Kellen's face said he had to. "She made you do it because you were the oldest."

It was a hunch, but when Kellen nodded, Atlas felt tears burning behind his eyes.

"If I didn't, I got both their punishments and mine," Kellen said. "It killed my soul to raise a belt to Colt." Kellen wiped at his eyes. "But it was Jared who got it the worst. I fought back, told her to beat me instead. I could take it. I was larger than either of them. When she realized I wouldn't be her mindless puppet, she tried turning us against each other. She would bake cookies or some other treats and give them to Colt, telling him that he was being a good son, while Jared and I got nothing, not even dinner."

Atlas slipped from the bed, knelt in front of Kellen, and gripped his wrists. "Stop, Kellen. You don't have to relive this."

His mate gave him a watery smile. "I have to, sweetheart. You'll never have any trust in me if I stay closed off. We'll never work, and there's nothing more I want than to be everything you need me to be."

Atlas threw his arms around Kellen and held him, rocking his giant in his arms. How Atlas wished those images weren't in his head anymore, but Kellen had lived it, and they had shaped who he became.

Now it made sense why Colt had lost his shit when he saw the bruises on Atlas's neck. He'd been thrown into the past, had thought his brother hurt Atlas, and was ready to kill him.

"If your kind mature at seventy or one hundred, why—"

"She'd spent decades twisting our minds," he said as he curled his arms around Atlas, talking into his shoulder. "She never let Jared out of her sight. I think she knew the day was coming when I'd make the decision to leave, and she was right. But Colt and I refused to go anywhere without Jared."

Atlas kept swallowing, the lump in his throat burning so hot that he wasn't sure how he held back his tears. "You can't blame yourself for what you were forced to do."

"There are times I can't even look at my brother because I hate myself for the pain I put him through, and I know a part of him hates me for doing it."

"It wasn't your fault," Atlas repeated. "You're not a bad man, Kellen."

The guy chuckled, but it was void of humor. "Tell that to the man who looks back at me in the mirror. I can't even commit to a relationship because I'm afraid of becoming just like her, of manipulating the person to get what I want."

That explained all of Kellen's hookups. That had to be a lonely existence. Everyone, human or other, just wanted someone to share their life with.

"I did fall in love once."

That surprised Atlas. "You did?"

"Eighty years ago. I jumped through hoops to make him happy, because I was terrified of becoming my mother. Only it was Gerald who manipulated me, cheated on me, and told me he needed a real man, not someone soft and pathetic. After that, I closed off my heart and simply flirted my way into a guy's bed, never committing to anyone again."

From that day forward, Kellen had made it all about sex. But whether the guy wanted to admit it or not, Atlas knew that his mate just wanted someone to love him, someone to connect with on a deeper level than just physical attraction and sexual gratification.

If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have shared any of that with Atlas.

"Gerald was an asshole who didn't deserve you," Atlas said. "Anyone would be damn lucky to have you in their life."

Atlas was. They might have a lot of things to overcome, but he was glad he'd met Kellen.

"I can't even let myself be vulnerable enough to make friends," Kellen said. "I have very few of them, only because they wouldn't let me shut them out."

"You let me in," Atlas reminded him.

"And look how I've handled that," Kellen replied. "I know how to protect you. I know how to do simple things like rub your back or hold you. I even know how to please you in bed. I just don't think I know how to connect with you."

Atlas held Kellen tighter. "You already have. It sounds crazy, but when we argue, you show me that you care. You wouldn't bother trying if you didn't."

Kellen wept into Atlas's shoulder, and Atlas had a feeling the guy hadn't cried since he was a kid. He simply rocked Kellen, letting his mate know that he was there for him and that it was okay to be vulnerable with each other. Atlas would never look at Kellen as soft or pathetic. He was the strongest man Atlas knew. Look what he had survived.

When his mate started to settle down, Atlas asked, "What happened to Jared and your mom?"

Kellen's hands tightened into fists behind Atlas. "I don't want to tell you. I don't want you to look at me as a monster."

"Baby, that's not going to happen, especially after what she did to all three of you." Life in prison wouldn't have been good enough for fifteen decades of abuse she'd made them suffer through. Atlas would never raise a hand to a woman, but in that moment, he wanted to beat her ass.

His mate let out a shuddering breath, his face still buried in Atlas's neck. "She went too far with Jared. Colt and I found him in a cage inside a shed that didn't have any heat. She'd put him there the night before to teach him some kind of lesson. It was the dead of winter."

Atlas was sickened at what she'd done. He ran his hands through Kellen's hair, trying his best to bring his mate some level of comfort. But what kind of comfort could anyone take when reliving something so horrific? Hearing what Kellen had been through made Atlas's problems seem trivial in comparison.

"We buried him, and then Colt took off in his wolf form. I had no idea where he'd gone and looked for him for nearly thirty years before I finally let it go. I knew he was running from his past as much as I was," Kellen said. "Then three years ago, I ran across him in some biker bar sloppy drunk. He didn't even recognize me. I brought him home, and he's been living here ever since."

Atlas ran his hands over Kellen's broad shoulders. "And your mom?"

Kellen squeezed Atlas tighter and whispered, "After I buried Jared and Colt took off, I killed her for what she'd done."

Atlas closed his eyes and cried for a boy who'd only wanted the love and acceptance of his aunt. For brothers who'd only wanted a normal life and their mother to shower them with hugs and kisses. Lives forever changed or destroyed because a single person held such a black heart.

Kellen gripped Atlas's face and made him look up. "Please stop crying, baby. It kills me to hear it."

"I'm sorry." Tears kept falling. "It just breaks my damn heart to know what you, Colt, and Jared suffered through." And Jared would never know the life he could have had outside his aunt's cruelty.

Kellen wiped away Atlas's tears. "Don't ever be sorry for having such a compassionate heart, Atlas. I'm such a fucking idiot. You were right. I never was attracted to Braylon, never even thought about wanting him, but I shouldn't have talked about it, either. That was total disrespect to you."

Atlas sniffed, trying to get himself under control. "Why were you saying that anyway?"

Kellen looked up toward the ceiling. "Another thing I don't want to tell you because I don't want you to the think the worst of me."

"I told you that wasn't going to happen," Atlas said. It was nothing short of a miracle the guy wasn't a heartless bastard after the way he was raised. Kellen might be struggling with how to handle having a mate, might be rough around the edges, but he hadn't allowed his mother to strip away his humanity. Although Kellen had said he'd closed it off, he still had a very caring heart.

His mate let out a long sigh. "I wanted to get back at Braylon for what he did to you, but I was conflicted on seeking revenge, because I didn't want you to look at me any differently." He told Atlas about what Colt proposed.

Kellen avoided looking at Atlas, which told him that his mate was waiting to be berated for going along with the plan.

Atlas wasn't conflicted. He wasn't a vengeful person, but after making Braylon a part of his family, after giving the guy his complete trust, only to have the prick betray him in the worst way possible, Atlas had no qualms with Colt's plan. "I'll tell your brother what Braylon's dream guy is."

Braylon had lamented about the perfect guy too many times. In fact, Colt was right up his alley as far as looks. Atlas was surprised his ex-best friend hadn't tried to get with Kellen the night they'd met him.

That's because he was too busy having sex with Glen.

Kellen frowned as he finally looked at Atlas. "You're okay with it?"

Atlas's heart had been shattered when he found out Glen had cheated on him, but the betrayal from Braylon cut even deeper. The pain was still fresh and raw.

"After discovering that Glen was a cheater, it was Braylon who comforted me as I sobbed, even though he was secretly having sex with my boyfriend. He's just like his—" Atlas held up a hand. "No matter how angry I am, I will not say anything bad about his mom. Lenore has been nothing but kind to me."

"Can we change the subject?" Kellen asked. "I feel drained from all this negative shit."

"We could talk about how you and Colt pretty much destroyed this bedroom," Atlas said as he looked around. There was no saving the dresser or the nightstand. There was also a lot of splintered wood and debris that needed cleaning up.

"Or I could ask if you still need a date to your sister's wedding."

Atlas was surprised that Kellen even remembered him saying that. "You'd do that for me?"

"Baby, I'd do anything for you." Kellen rolled forward, placing Atlas on his back. "Right now, how about we have sex in this messy-ass room? It would be the perfect stress relief."

Atlas chuckled as he cupped Kellen's jaw. "Just as long as I don't get any splinters in my ass and you and Colt clean this room up afterward."

"I'm pretty sure he's looking for a way to mend things with you."

"He has nothing to mend." Atlas raked his fingernails over Kellen's beard. He simply loved touching his mate and couldn't seem to stop. Atlas was also thankful he was no longer feeling despair about his mate. In fact, he felt closer to Kellen than he had before.

"Don't tell Colt that just yet, or he won't—" Kellen cursed.

"What?" Atlas's hands stilled.

His mate closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Manipulation. Fuck." He opened his eyes, those emerald beauties staring right at Atlas. "I was about to tell you not to let Colt off the hook so he wouldn't back out of his plans for Braylon."

Atlas pulled Kellen down to him. "You're a work in progress, babe."

"How about I work in progressing you toward a mind-blowing orgasm?" Kellen growled against Atlas's neck. "We're still going to find a way to one day have sex in the hospital, because that idea turned me on. I kept imaging you bent over that bed, your ass in the air, and me pounding into you while trying not to get caught."

"The doctor busted you groping my ass," Atlas reminded him. "That counts."

"He's a lion shifter," Kellen said as he grazed his lips across Atlas's collarbone, adding tiny licks along the way.

"Shut the front door!" Atlas would have never guessed. Dr. Baldwin was a nice-looking guy and seemed so normal. Not once had he growled or shown any signs he wasn't human.

Kellen nipped Atlas's Adam's apple. "Remember when the doctor followed me out of the room when he and a nurse came in?"

Atlas nodded.

"Since she was human, I didn't want to tell Dr. Baldwin that you were my mate in front of her," he said. "I gave the doctor the signal to talk to me in the hall."

That explained why Dr. Baldwin had acted so differently when he'd come back into the room. He'd been kind and attentive, but Atlas suspected he was that way toward any of his patients. He just had a kindhearted way about him that wasn't easily faked.

Kellen chuckled against Atlas's skin. "Let me know when you're ready to find out who else isn't human, and we'll gossip like little school girls. I'll even braid our hair."

"As long as I can paint your toenails." Atlas arched his back, moaning as his skin tingled with need. Kellen's lips trailed down his neck, while his hands traced over Atlas's sides and stomach. His body trembled at Kellen's touch.

"I told you already that you can do whatever you want to my body." Kellen nipped his skin. "You're the only person I've ever given that liberty to."

Atlas pressed his hands against Kellen's chest and gave a soft shove, careful of his splinted wrist.

Raising his head, Kellen frowned. "Not in the mood?" He leaned back onto his knees. "Babe, I know I'm a horndog, but you can tell me to fuck off if you're not into it."

Atlas grunted as he tried to get up. Kellen reached down and helped him to his feet.

"Do you want to watch a movie instead?"

"I'm taking my liberties, as long as you keep in mind I'm down to one hand." Atlas pointed at the bed. "Get naked and get on there."

Kellen smirked as he stood and yanked his shirt over his head. "Do I even want to know what you're about to do to me?"

Licking his lips, Atlas smirked. "You'll find out." He rolled his eyes when he reached for his own shirt. "I'm going to need help getting out of my clothes. When did my lion doctor say I would be healed? He just told me to take it easy until my hand felt better."

Laughter erupted from Kellen. "Lion doctor. That's about as funny as you calling me a wolf man," he said. "You'll heal faster since we're bonded. Though I can't say how long it will take, your wrist should be feeling better already."

"It doesn't feel as bad as when I hurt it, but it still aches."

Kellen took Atlas's chin in a gentle hold and tilted his head back. "The bruises on your neck are almost gone. They've faded even more since the hospital visit."

Thank goodness Atlas wouldn't have to wear a turtleneck to Jennifer's summer wedding. There was no way he would be able to explain why he was wearing one. "And you still have your clothes on."

A low, primal growl ripped from Kellen's throat. Atlas loved watching his mate's muscles flex whenever he moved. He ran his hands over Kellen's broad shoulders and down his back, feeling the sculpted body ripple beneath his fingertips.

Taking a step back, Kellen removed his shoes, tossed them aside, then shoved his pants down. How had Atlas forgotten that his mate hadn't put any underwear on before they'd gone to the hospital? His thick cock jutted out, distracting Atlas. He blinked several times trying to remember…anything.

Kellen sat on the bed, yanking his pants the rest of the way off before he removed his socks. When he got up, he walked straight for Atlas, a predatory gaze in his eyes.

"Stop looking like you're about to consume me."

"Every last inch of you." Kellen ran his fingers along the hem of Atlas's shirt, causing goose bumps to erupt as his hands slid up Atlas's sides. He shivered as Kellen's fingers brushed against his bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

There was just something so erotic about someone else taking his clothes off. His mate lowered to his knees, and Atlas's breath caught as Kellen slipped his strong hands inside Atlas's waistband, his fingers drifting downward. Atlas stepped out of his underwear and pants, his breathing shallow as his mate looked up at him.

"You're so damn gorgeous," Kellen murmured, his voice low and rough. "I couldn't rip my gaze away from you the night I saw you in the bar. I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you, and now you're all mine."

Atlas blushed at the compliment, but before he could respond, Kellen was on him. His mate's lips circled around Atlas's cock and engulfed him. Oh. My. God. Atlas's head fell back as his fingers gripped the guy's hair. The pressure built in Atlas's lower half as Kellen sank deeper on him, his throat contracting on every slow withdrawal.

Kellen hadn't been the only one who'd felt that way the night they'd met. Atlas didn't do hookups, no matter how intense his attraction toward Kellen was. But he'd given in, and Atlas was glad he had. The guy had come to mean so much to him in such a short period of time.

Bonus, Atlas was able to have Kellen body for more than a single night.

Their eyes met, a surge of pleasure passing between them, unspoken and undeniable. Kellen ran a hand up Atlas's side and slipped a finger into his mouth. Every nerve ending in Atlas's body pulsed with anticipation as Kellen slipped the finger free and moved it between Atlas's cheeks.

Atlas had to hold on to Kellen's shoulders for balance as his mate pushed the wet finger inside of him. A second finger joined, stretching and filling him slowly, the slight sting only adding to the thrill of what was to come. Inch by inch, Kellen pushed inside him until his finger was in to the hilt.

His mate began to thrust with a deliberate slowness meant to drive Atlas wild. Pleasure rolled through his veins as Kellen set a steady rhythm that had Atlas panting and reaching for purchase on the nearest surface.

He rested his good hand on the nightstand, only for the damn thing to shift slightly downward under his palm. Atlas jerked his hand back so he wouldn't become unbalanced and fall over.

Kellen hadn't noticed what happened. His eyes were closed and his mouth moved up and down Atlas's cock, his tongue swirling around the hard shaft. Atlas's breathing grew ragged as even more pleasure shot through him. His mate sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.

Atlas's hips bucked as Kellen took him deeper. His mate's eyes opened, and he gripped Atlas's ass, holding him in place. Atlas hissed and groaned, his fingers tightening in Kellen's hair as he fought the urge to thrust again.

He wanted this moment to last forever. Kellen, so strong and masculine, looked like a fantasy come to life on his knees, Atlas's cock between his lips, appearing to enjoy every second of what he was doing.

The image burned into Atlas's mind as he wondered if this was what Kellen had seen when Atlas had been on his hands and knees that first night, sucking the guy off. Pure bliss.

Kellen pulled back, his fingers easing free as his lips left behind a wet trail along Atlas's shaft. Atlas whimpered at the loss of contact, but then Kellen was on his feet, the guy's mouth claiming his in a mind-blowing kiss. Their tongues danced together as Kellen backed him toward the bed.

Atlas fell onto the mattress, pulling Kellen with him. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, as they continued to explore each other's mouths. Atlas slid his hands down Kellen's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath his fingertips. He couldn't get enough of this man, of his mate.

Kellen broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Atlas's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Atlas gasped as his mate's hands roamed over his chest, teasing his nipples, pinching and rolling the tight peaks under his palms. It was sensual torture, driving Atlas wild as his mate sucked one hard nub into his mouth, using his teeth to gently pull before releasing and giving the other nipple just as much attention.

Never had Atlas been ready to climax from nipple play, but he was so close that he nearly came. "I'm going to come if you keep doing that," Atlas said between gritted teeth, fighting off his approaching orgasm.

Kellen pulled back and yanked on the nightstand drawer. When it didn't open, he grunted.

"I don't think you're getting that open." Atlas propped himself on his elbows. "It's pretty much trash now."

Kellen yanked hard, sending everything in the drawer flying as the back half fell, leaving only the drawer front in Kellen's grip. "I was trying to be smooth about getting the lube."

Atlas grinned. "Don't worry. I still think your skills in the bedroom are unparalleled."

Kellen gave him a look that said he doubted it. "Next time my brother and I fight, we're taking it outside."

His mate stood and looked around the floor as Atlas tried his hardest not to laugh at the perturbed expression on the guy's face. If Kellen only knew just how amazing he looked standing there naked… Atlas bit his lip, his gaze wandering over the man's body, from his amazing chest to his fat cock jutting out from manscaped hairs to his sculpted ass, which a quarter would bounce off of.

Finally, Kellen bent and grabbed the lube before he crawled onto the bed. Atlas scooted toward the center and spread his legs, inviting Kellen to do whatever he wanted. His mate didn't disappoint. After squirting a generous amount of the gel onto his fingers, he slipped them between Atlas's cheeks to brush against his entrance. Atlas ran his palm over his own cock, smearing the pre-cum at the slight as he arched his back.

"Are you going to tell me what liberties you wanted to take?" A wicked gleam sparkled in Kellen's emerald green eyes as his gaze slid downward, watching as Atlas slowly jerked his shaft.

"You have your thick fingers shoved deep in my ass, thrusting into me like they're a dick. How the hell am I supposed to think? The only thing I can do right now is drool."

His mate chuckled. "If you just said all that, you're capable of saying what you want to do to me."

Smirking, Kellen thrust his fingers faster and deeper, making Atlas feel even more desperate for release than he already was.

"You're evil." Atlas released his throbbing cock. He wasn't going to come until Kellen was buried inside of him.

"You win," Kellen growled, easing his fingers free. "You've got me so hard that I'm not going to last much longer. Tell me what you want so you can put me out of my misery."

"Get on your back." Atlas slipped from the bed, his hole aching to be filled. Kellen wasn't the only one who wasn't going to last. Atlas was so turned on that a stray breeze would make him blow his load. His own cock was throbbing so hard that it was slightly bouncing.

Kellen climbed onto the bed, flipped over, and tucked his hands behind his head. "Do your worst."

Atlas crawled toward him, biting his lip. Then he slid onto Kellen's waist. "Can you take a wild guess at what I want?"

A groan slipped from Kellen as he grabbed the base of his cock. "You want to ride me, baby."

Atlas lifted his bottom half, waited as Kellen placed the head at his hole, and then eased downward until he felt his ring of muscles breached. Atlas placed his good hand on Kellen's chest and the splinted one on his ripped abs, balancing himself as he sank a bit lower.

"Take your time. Go as slow as you need," Kellen gritted between clenched teeth as he planted his feet on the bed. He tucked his hand back behind his head, as if he was stopping himself from grabbing Atlas and plowing into him.

As Kellen leaned forward slightly, his cock pulled out an inch, and then Atlas sank even lower, letting his body adjust as the thickness stretched him. He did that a few more times before he was fully seated.

Kellen's cock throbbed in his ass, a sign at how close the guy already was. Atlas breathed out a few times before he began to move, swiveling his hips as he took Kellen's cock as deep as the hard length would go. Then he tightened his knees against Kellen's sides and rose, only to lower back down. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat as he repeated the move over and over again, moving a bit faster with each downward thrust.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kellen's voice was strained.

Atlas nodded, unable to form words as his mate filled him completely. He felt as if he was sitting atop a bull, Kellen's large frame beneath him as Atlas rode him, his eyelids closing slightly.

"It feels incredible," Atlas murmured, his muscles clenching and releasing with every move. He loved how Kellen's cock slid over his prostate, waves of tiny electrical currents shooting out through his body.

He watched as Kellen's eyes rolled back in his head, the cords in his neck standing out. Kellen gripped Atlas's hips, as though he could no longer resist touching him. Reaching between them, Atlas wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking his erection in time with Kellen's thrusts.

His mate moved faster, punching upward as Atlas slammed downward, releasing his cock so he could hold on as their pace reached a frenzy. Kellen grabbed Atlas's nape and yanked him down, sinking his canines into Atlas's shoulder.

Atlas shouted as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing in release as his hole milked his mate's length.

Kellen followed suit, his cock pulsing deep inside Atlas's ass. His mate snarled deeply in his throat, sounding like a savage wolf before he eased his sharp teeth free and licked at the wound, his movements slowing.

"Holy fuck," Atlas gasped. He lifted up just enough for Kellen's softening cock to slide free and then collapsed on the guy's sweaty chest. They were both panting heavily, neither of them moving.

It was exactly what Atlas had needed and the perfect ending to a fucked-up day.