Chapter Twelve

Atlas

We spend five days locked in our house. We stay in bed where my mate fashions a nest out of our bedding and clothes. The sex is incredible and even though I know it isn’t possible, I swear it only gets better every time.

The fact that my mate is a dancer, a ballerina, is evident in every line of her body and the way she moves. She is sensual and sexy in a way I can’t quite put into words.

“How long are you going to keep staring at me?” Cathy mumbles with her eyes closed.

It’s the first morning I am awake before her since her heat started and I was just enjoying the peaceful moment. I know life is going to return to normal now. I won’t be able to ignore the outside world and my soon-to-be responsibilities as the future Alpha of our pack.

“It’s easy to stare at you,” I reply, drawing a smile to her rose-hued lips. “You’re beautiful.”

“You say such sweet things. Until you’re buried inside me, then you’re all dirty talk,” she jokes, turning on her side to look at me.

“Do you want me to be sweeter?” I tease in return.

“Not at all,” she says quickly. “I love getting both sides of you.”

“Good,” I say kissing her lips. “I’ll make us some breakfast and after I’ll say something dirty while I make love to you before going to work.”

“Sounds perfect.” The smile still hasn’t left her face when I slip out of bed and walk out of the room.

My thoughts are all pointing toward the future. One where I can spend my every day and night with my mate. The pack will be mine to command soon enough and many things will be changing. I can’t keep living in the old ways like my father has.

My pack needs to run fairly and equally. Everyone should have the opportunity to live their best life and make their own choices. I will run the pack more like a democracy than a dictatorship. I also want to open our pack to mingling with others rather than going through these archaic methods my father has employed. No one should be forced into a mating.

Although, I can’t be too angry at him. If he hadn’t arranged this ridiculous mating, I would never have found Cathy. I would have lived my entire life never finding my fated mate. The thought alone is enough to have me seeing red.

I never thought it was possible, but I love her. Unconditionally. Irrevocably.

Cathy’s arms wrap around me from behind, her fingers skimming against the skin of my stomach just above the waistband of my sweatpants.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I chide playfully.

“I was lonely,” she says, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Besides, you’re burning the bacon.”

Looking down at the pan I see the black pieces of pork glaring at me. “Shit.”

Taking the pan from the heat, I quickly drop it into the basin. I wanted to do something nice for my mate and I got lost in my thoughts, fucking it all up.

“We’ll have to make do with eggs and toast for today,” I say, gripping the counter while staring out the window. “I’m sorry.”

“You could always have me for breakfast,” my mate replies.

My head swivels seeking her out. The sight of her nearly floors me. On the dark wood table in the breakfast nook sits my mate, completely naked with her thighs spread. Her pretty pink pussy on display for my viewing pleasure.

“This will be the best meal of my life,” I say lowly. I stride across the kitchen, sit, and scoot the chair closer before diving in.

I feast on my mate, running my tongue between her pussy lips from her entrance to her clit, lightly tracing circles around the hardened nub. Cathy runs her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp.

Her breasts heave as her breathing accelerates. Breathy moans fall from her lips as I drink in her slick, become more addicted by the minute. She is a perfect present gifted to me by the Goddess. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect mate even if I tried.

“Atlas,” she moans. “Please. I need more.”

I would never be able to deny my mate a single thing. Slowly I slide two fingers into her channel, gently fucking her while sucking harder on her clit. I flick my tongue quickly over the swollen tip as her walls constrict around my digits.

Her scream rends the air as her orgasm crests and I can’t hold back any longer. Quickly, I push the chair back, the noise loud as it topples over on the tiles. Pushing my sweats down, I allow my erection to spring free before shoving my length into her pulsing pussy.

Cathy pulls me closer to her, her teeth clamping down on my shoulder as I stroke into her like a fucking madman. My wolf fights me for dominance, wanting to mark our mate in his animal form but I hold him back.

“There’s someone at the window watching us,” Cathy whispers in my ear, her walls clamping down on me.

“Fuck,” I groan, my stokes slowing down. “Do you want to stop?”

“Please don’t.”

I wrap her legs around my waist before lifting her from the tabletop and slamming her against the nearest wall, hard. She moans, pulling harshly at my hair.

“You’re loving this,” I say before kissing her harshly.

“Yes,” she moans loudly. “Show her how good you fuck me.”

Her? Shit. Turning my head to the side, I stare into the enraged gaze of Jana. A woman I once professed to love. Why the fuck would she be here?

It only takes me a moment to decide whether I should stop before I face my mate once more. I suck harshly at her nipple, grazing the tip with my teeth and pulling a scream from deep inside her. If Jana needs to see this, to watch me with Cathy to finally get it through her skull that we are done, so be it. I know it’s a bastard move but I’m not going to stop.

I fuck my mate like my damn life depends on it and then I flood her with my cum, locking my knees to keep me upright. And my knot inside her with a roar that rattles the windows.

When my gaze trails back to the kitchen window, Jana is gone.