Chapter Six

Atlas

Her taste explodes through my senses, and I am instantly addicted. I know I won’t be able to live without experiencing this every single day for the rest of my life. My sanity now depends on it. The sounds falling from her lips as she rubs her dripping pussy against my lips have my wolf roaring to the forefront. I listen and learn, each whimper and moan telling me what she likes.

Initially, I wanted to savor this experience, but I may lose my mind if I don’t feel her walls clamping around my weeping cock in the next minute.

When her body finally stops convulsing, I lower her gently to the ground, lying her flat on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. Never in a million years did I ever imagine fucking my fated mate like this for the first time. She deserves so much more than to be rutted on the unforgiving porcelain, but I’ll make it up to her later.

Staring down at her, I glare at her pretty white dress. The item offends me, keeping me from seeing her fully naked. My decision is instant as I grab the material at opposite ends and rip her lacy dress down the middle.

Cathy gasps loudly.

“Sorry,” I mumble, staring at the exposed skin. Her bare supple breasts bounce slightly.

“No, you’re not,” she rasps, throwing my words from earlier back at me.

“I’m not,” I concede before skimming my lips across her flat abdomen, the muscles contracting beneath my ministrations. A giggle falls from her lips, and I stare up at her with a questioning gaze.

“Your stubble tickles,” she explains, her voice soft and breathy.

Shaking my head, I continue my trail up her body until I reach her full breasts, her nipples, perfect little dusky pink points. My lips close around one of the tips, drawing it into my mouth. Her giggle turns to a deep moan that soothes the jagged, dark edges of my soul.

I can’t wait any longer to claim her.

Releasing her nipple with a loud pop, I flip her over and lift her onto her hands and knees. Her full ass sways enticingly and I can’t help but smack the right globe. The crack of flesh hitting flesh rends through the air as my handprint blooms brightly on her flawless skin. More slick pours from her body, coating the inside of her thighs, and my mouth waters for another taste.

“Later,” I mumble to myself as I work my erection free of the black trousers I wore for the mating ceremony.

My heavy cock falls free, pre-cum dripping from the mottled red crown and landing on the tiles. Holding my mate’s hips tightly I run my length through her drenched folds.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal.

“No,” she replies softly, her shoulders slumping slightly.

I don’t care, not really. I will fuck the memory of all other men right out of her. “Good. I don’t want to hurt you.”

My cock spears through her folds until I bottom out inside her slick cunt. With the first stroke, her pussy strangles me as she falls, screaming, into another orgasm. I hold myself still, deep inside her heat. It’s unlike anything I have ever experienced.

“Please tell me you didn’t lie,” I growl above her.

“No,” she mewls, clawing at the tiles beneath her. “I didn’t lie. But I don’t have much experience.”

Relief hits me that I haven’t hurt her, although she may be feeling some discomfort at my size.

“That’s good, sweetheart. I’ll teach you everything you need to know and make sure to fuck you well until this pussy knows only my cock.”

“Yes!” She hisses, pushing back into me and grinding her ass against my abdomen, her own arousal stealing any inhibitions she might have had.

Pushing her face down against the tile, I start up a measured rhythm. Long, deep strokes that have her breath catching in her lungs. She moans and mewls beneath me, wriggling her ass and trying to force me to fuck her harder. I am barely holding onto my control by a fraying thread.

“Please,” she begs so sweetly, and I can’t hold back.

This is better than the fantasy I had in the shower before the ceremony.

My hands find their way to her breasts and pull her up from the ground, her back against my front as I fuck into her harder and faster. Already I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, my knot ready to swell and lock inside her sopping, messy cunt.

“Cathy,” I moan lowly as the first spurts of my cum shoot inside her channel.

My knot swells, locking us together as I sink my teeth into her clavicle, binding us together for the rest of our lives. The magic of the mating bonds flows between us, and I feel the moment it snaps in place. Her orgasm crests and entwines with mine, stealing my vision.

She is my mate in every sense of the word.

She is mine and I am hers.

Slowly, both of us catch our breath, locked together by my knot. One hand fondles a breast while I strum her clit with the other as her pussy continues to flutter around my length. If this is what all mated couples feel when they find their fated mates, I can fully understand why some people stay locked in their houses for the first weeks they are together. It’s instant, intense, and slightly insane.

I’m still locked inside her, my knot hasn’t even gone down and already I’m craving her again. I want to fuck her on every available surface until neither of us can walk, and then I want to do it all over again.

I never felt this way with Jana. The moment the thought enters my mind I feel bad for thinking it. I have my fated mate in my arms, her pussy still hugging my cock, and I have another woman on my mind. But Jana was never anything but good to me. She will always hold a place in my heart, but it doesn’t matter what we had, we will never have this.

I will never be able to fuck her on the side now that I have Cathy. And now I will have to find a way to break it to her. I will have to break her heart for a second time in as many days.

Shit.