Chapter Eleven

Cathy

In the middle of the night, I wake up covered in sweat. I’m drenched and feel like I’m burning up. Instead of waking Atlas, I slip from our bed and into the bathroom. Starting the shower, I strip before slipping inside.

A sigh falls from my lips as I lower myself to the shower floor and allow the freezing water to beat down on my overheated body. All my muscles hurt, and my skin feels like it shrunk a size since I fell asleep beside my mate. In the recesses of my mind my wolf whines, only confusing me more.

“Cathy?” Atlas asks, pulling the shower curtain to the side. Shock crosses his features as he takes me in. “Sweetness. You should have woken me.”

“You need your rest.”

“I need to take care of my mate,” he counters as he lifts me from the wet tile floor and cradles me against his chest.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” I moan, writhing in his grasp, pain searing through my body.

“Have you never gone into heat before?” He frowns down at me as I shake my head. “I don’t know how that’s possible. But you’re in heat now and I need to take care of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, sweetness,” he murmurs, lying me back on our bed.

“It hurts,” I moan, reaching for him. “Please help me.”

“I’m here. I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry.”

He lays me naked on the bed before kissing across my chest and over my stomach. His lips leave a scorching trail across my hypersensitive skin. The moment he reaches the apex between my thighs, I scream, an orgasm sweeping through me.

The moment the orgasm subsides I feel even more enflamed than before. The momentary reprieve I received while my orgasm rolled through me, is gone now.

“Atlas,” I beg. “Please. I feel like I am burning up.”

“Don’t worry, little mate. I know exactly how to make you feel better.”

He flips me on my stomach before pulling me to the edge of our bed. Lifting my ass into the air until I am balanced on the tips of my toes. I barely have a moment to adjust before his thick cock spears into me. Another shout falls from my lips before turning into a moan.

“Jesus,” Atlas hisses. “You’re burning up. Your pussy feels like molten velvet strangling my fat cock.”

His dirty words have more heat burning through me. But the strokes of his hard cock are soothing some of the pain tearing through the rest of my body.

“Atlas,” I mewl, unable to say anything else.

“Take it, sweetness,” he growls above me, my nails elongated and tearing at the bedding as he ruts into me. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum and lock you on my knot. My seed will help with the burning sensation and my knot will keep it inside.”

“Please,” I beg, pushing my ass back into his thrusts.

“Yes, love.” He leans over me, his teeth locking onto my clavicle, marking me again and sending me into another orgasm. “I’m going to fuck you every waking moment until your heat passes. I’ll shove you full of my cock and my seed until I breed you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Fuck me harder.”

Atlas loses all control. His thrusts become harsh and erratic as his nails pierce the skin of my hips and drive me wild. We’ve fucked before but it has never been like this. This is dirty and animalistic. It sweaty and violent and absolutely fucking perfect.

“I love you,” he rasps into my ear before his entire body tenses, his knot locking me into place. I feel his cum coat my walls, soothing the raging inferno inside me as my own orgasm sweeps through me.

“I love you too,” I gasp before the darkness takes me under.

****

I wake as the sun rises on the horizon. My body is deliciously sore in all the perfect places, and my muscles hurt from the intenseness of my orgasms. I grew up around men. Sex, and bodily functions of the female persuasion were never discussed. I knew I could go into heat, and I knew what to expect from talking to my girlfriends but this was worse than I ever imagined.

Once more, I feel like a fire is trying to decimate me from inside as I watch my sleeping mate. I see the morning wood he is sporting and decide to let him rest a little more. Flipping the sheet off his thick cock, I swing my leg over to straddle his lap, impaling myself on his erection.

I bite my lip, holding back the moan at the fullness. I’ve loved sex with my mate since the first time but this is something more. It’s a primitive drive to be filled, fucked, and bred. And even though every feminist bone in my body is raging at me to be more self-sufficient, I wouldn’t stop riding this man for anything in the world.

“There isn’t a damn sight better to wake up to,” Atlas mumbles, staring at my bouncing breasts. “If you want to wake me by riding my cock every morning, you’ll never hear me complain.”

“Shut up,” I growl. “And let me fuck you.”

“Happily,” he replies with a grin, folding his arms behind his head.

I swivel my hips while slamming down, wiping that damn smug look from his face. Atlas’s jaw clenches as the cords in his neck strain. His hands grip my hips and I love the way he holds me in place. Lifting me he flips me to my back before shoving his fat cock back inside me. My moans are loud in the room while the sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanies it.

“You’re such a horny little thing,” he murmurs staring down at me. “I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

“Happy you’re aware,” I sass lowly.

He kisses me gently, tenderly, keeping his strokes even, driving my arousal higher and higher. I can’t hold back the moans that fall from my lips between kisses. For the first time in my life I feel wanted, cherished.

I feel like I belong. Here in his arms, his bed, his home.

This is where I want to spend every day for the rest of my life. Bound to Atlas in every way possible.