Chapter Ten

Atlas

Dinner was great, like I knew it would be. The conversation was even better. Once Cathy agreed to my proposal, we were both more relaxed. For people that had never met before our mating ceremony, except for my private dance the night before, we get along surprisingly well. We have tons of things in common and even have the same taste in music.

Cathy laughs at something I say, her head thrown back. Her neck is exposed and my gaze slides to her perfect tits, barely held in place by the pretty green dress she is wearing. Beneath the surface of the table I press my palm down on my throbbing cock, trying to maintain the facade of control I don’t have at the moment. The smell of her lingering arousal is not helping my situation.

“Are you ready to head out?” I ask after paying.

She nods with a shy smile, no doubt imagining what will be the end of our night, the same as I am. Taking her hand, I help her out of the booth and lead her through the mostly empty restaurant. I watch her ass sway as she walks ahead of me, and the green fabric skims her legs, thoughts of fucking her in the pretty dress flooding my mind. Outside we wait for my car, a chill in the night air. I shrug out of my black suit jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, holding her against my side.

“Thank you,” she says with a shy smile.

The moment we are in the car, I crank the AC up to heat the interior of the vehicle.

“Thank you,” Cathy mumbles again distractedly, staring out the window beside her.

I let her work through whatever is going on in her head, not pushing her to tell me anything until she is ready. I want her to trust me with her thoughts because she wants to. Not because I have to push for it. Even if waiting is driving me insane.

“Have you slept with a lot of women?”

The question catches me off guard and I nearly veer off the road.

“Shit. What brought that on?”

“Just curious.” She shrugs.

I watch her in my peripheral vision. She is staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“Only one.”

“Yeah, I’ve only been with one person except you,” she says thoughtfully. “And did you two experiment?”

“I don’t really want to discuss my ex,” I say angrily, the guilt of seeing Jana behind her back still lingering. “Especially not when I can smell your cunt, sweetness.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she replies with a sigh. “I just don’t know what I like when it comes to sex. I was hoping you would have some ideas.”

“Like?”

The moment may have been a little uncomfortable before, but I am open to this avenue of discussion. I would love to know what she likes so I can drive her as crazy as she drives me.

“I’ve never been on top.”

“Well, we can fix that,” I smile devilishly. “What else?”

She covers her face with her hands, and I know she must be blushing. Is she afraid I’ll push her away if she tells me the truth? Pulling the car off the road onto a country lane, I switch off the engine and wait for her to look at me.

“What if I tell you one of my fantasies? Will you be more comfortable telling me yours?”

“Depends on your fantasy. Because mine isn’t … normal.”

“Well sweetness, neither is mine.” I smirk at her before pulling her onto my lap, my cock nestled against her juicy ass.

“I want to chase you,” I say, cupping her left breast through the fabric of her dress. “I want you to run so I can hunt you down and have my way with you. I want to rip every last thread of clothes from your delectable body and fuck you until you cry.”

The scent of her arousal grows stronger in the confines of the vehicle, her breasts heave, and her pupils dilate. Fuck me. Is my mate turned on by the thought of me hunting her?

“I’m an exhibitionist,” she whispers, her voice trembling as she stares straight ahead.

“The dancing. That makes sense.”

“It’s not just that,” she continues. “I wanted you to make me come in the restaurant, with all those people around.”

My hips thrust up at the thought. “I could be persuaded,” I joke. Mostly.

The thought of making her come like that, fighting to keep her quiet so no one knows what is happening is certainly a turn-on for me.

She turns her head to stare at me for a moment before straddling me. She pulls at my hair harshly, forcing my head back before she kisses me. She rubs her body against mine while taking what she wants from me.

And then the cold air hits me and she is out of the car. Cathy takes off running into the wooded area beside the road. I smile broadly. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect mate.

Stepping out of the car, I calmly walk toward the woods. I won’t be running just yet. I need to give her a head start. Where is the fun in catching her immediately?

I scent the air to gauge her general direction while removing my tie and cufflinks and dropping them on the hood of the car. I can hear her feet pounding against the packed earth and the excitement spikes in my veins, adrenaline pumping through me. I pick up her discarded shoes on the side of the road and add them to the pile of items I am building.

Turning, I take in the dark forest, breathing deeply before I set off after her, bounding through the undergrowth, swinging around trees and fallen obstacles. My heartbeat is even, and my senses are on high alert. My wolf is just below the surface helping to guide me as I track my prey.

It only takes a few minutes to catch her, but it is worth it. My mate fights me like she knows it is something I would want but have never said out loud. She hits my chest with her little fists when I push her up against a mighty oak tree and slaps at my hands when I pull the straps of her dress down her arms.

“Please don’t do this,” she begs.

But I know it’s all an act. The smell of her slick clings to the forest. The sound of her dress tearing is loud in the night. Her breasts bounce in the lacy confines of her strapless pink bra and a growl falls from my lips. My beast is close to the forefront.

The hunt. Catching my prey. It’s driving me insane. My length begs to be set free of the confines of my navy slacks, but I need to take a moment to calm down. I don’t want to hurt her.

The sound of skin hitting skin draws my attention before I feel the sting from the slap she lays across my cheek. My vision goes dark around the edges, and I feel myself slipping.

“Fuck you,” she all but spits at me.

My wolf surges to the forefront and I battle to remain in control. My elongated fingernail slips between her breasts to rend the material from her body, allowing her breasts to fall free. I can feel the change in my face, knowing I am well on my way into my shift. I howl at the night sky, long and loud.

When I look at my mate, I see the flush of arousal painted across her chest, the beautiful pink color creeping up her neck and onto her face.

Shit.

She really is getting turned on by this.

Gripping her hips, I lower her to the ground on all fours. I know I’m not being as careful with her as I should be, but she is pushing me to the brink. Breathing deeply, I take a moment to push my wolf back so that I am the one in control. Cathy tries to crawl away from me, but I catch her ankle and drag her back.

I tangle one hand in her hair, holding her in place while I rip a hole in her lacy panties with my thighs around her legs. My cock springs forward the moment I lower the zipper, and I don’t hesitate to enter my mate.

“Fuck!” She cries into the night air, an orgasm ripping through her with the first stroke.

“Shit,” I mumble, holding perfectly still and trying to hold back my own pleasure. “Are you enjoying this?” I have to ask the question, to make sure she is with me every step of the way.

“Please,” she begs sweetly, trying to fuck herself on my cock.

“You don’t have to beg, sweetness. I’m going to wreck this pussy just like I promised.”

I thrust into her hard and fast, no longer worried about hurting her. She is loving this just as much as I am, maybe even more. I pull at her hair and harshly knead her breasts as I allow myself to get lost in the pleasure. Below me, my mate screams in ecstasy as she rolls from one orgasm to the next. The harder I fuck her, the more she wants.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants over and over, her voice going hoarse. Her body is in tune with mine, fucking herself onto my cock with an enthusiasm I’ve never experienced before.

I bottom out and let my orgasm sweep me under, my knot locking us in place as I fill her with my seed and praying this time I breed her. My body is robbed of all strength, and I fall to the side, taking her with me. Our labored breathing is the only sound in the deathly quiet of the night.

I take her hand in mine and kiss the palm. Immediately, I taste the blood and I die a little inside. I hurt my mate. My semi-hard erection and my knot both instantly deflate at what I have done. She must have felt me stiffen because she turns in my grasp to look at me.

“Stop that,” she chastises. “I loved every minute.”

“I hurt you.” I can’t even face her as shame drags me under.

“And I’m a shifter. Not some weak-ass human,” she sasses. “I’ll race you back to the car.”

And with those words, my cock slips from her heat and she shifts into her burnt brown wolf and bolts.