Chapter Eight

Atlas

Guilt eats at me. First, I left my mate alone in bed to spend time with another woman, even if it was to break her heart, and then I judged her unfairly. I’ve dealt with Jana. She knows we can’t be together. It broke my heart to see her torn apart by my words. The moment I told her Cathy was my fated mate I swear I could hear her heart break. I feel like an asshole, but I needed to make a clean break for all of us.

She broke down in tears and I had to leave her alone on the porch of her parents’ house to deal with her heartbreak on her own. She isn’t mine and it is no longer my responsibility to fix her life. I felt dirty even being there, I just couldn’t bring myself to comfort her. I know it’s stupid but it felt like I was cheating on Cathy, just by being there.

The second problem isn’t going to be so easy to deal with. My beautiful mate broke my heart when she fell apart in my arms. I have never felt so worthless or impotent in my entire life as I did in that moment. I don’t know how to fix what I broke with only a few simple words, but I know I can’t bear to see her cry one more tear.

Tilting her head up I stare into her eyes.

“Please,” I beg softly. “Let me make this up to you. Give me a chance to prove I am the man, the mate, you deserve.”

“Atlas…”

“Please, sweetness.”

“Okay,” she whispers. Before another word can fall from her lips, I kiss her, fisting her hair in my hands so my mouth can plunder hers.

Moans pepper the air around us as I push her against the hard tiles of the shower stall. Her nipples scrape against my chest, my cock nestled between her thighs. I know sex isn’t the cure to everything, but I need to know she isn’t going to walk out on me. The need to feel closer to her rides me hard.

Drawing back, I watch her dazed smile. “Wow…”

“I know we just had our first fight,” I say, running my fingers through her wet folds. “But I need you. I need to feel you around me, strangling my cock.”

Her small hand wraps around the girth of my cock, nearly bringing me to my knees.

“I’ve never actually been in a relationship. But isn’t make-up sex the only good part about fighting?”

“I’ve heard that.” The words are low as I revel in the pleasure from her ministrations.

I watch her lower herself to her knees and my vision swims with desire. She is a fucking picture of sensuality, kneeling before me, water running in rivulets down her breasts. Fuck. She is perfect.

With her hands on my thighs, she takes my length into the wet heat of her mouth, and I have to fight the orgasm that wants to overwhelm me. My left hand slaps against the tile, the sound echoing off the walls as I fight to remain standing while my other hand cups her face gently.

“I can’t be gentle right now,” I confess staring into her beautiful green eyes. “I thought you wanted to leave and then I made you cry with my stupid jealousy. I’m on edge.”

She lets my cock slip from between her lips, spittle clinging to the angry red crown.

“What if I don’t want gentle?”

“Sweetness…” the words leave me in a broken whisper, my cock already angling for entrance back between her lips. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Fisting her hair in my hand, I hold her head in place as I thrust into her mouth. The crown of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags. The feel of her mouth clamping on my length drives me insane and I thrust harder.

Her hands are still on my thighs, her gaze glued to my face as I stare down at her, the spray of the shower hitting my back. She doesn’t try to stop me or pull away as I force more of my length down her throat. My balls hit her chin, and I close my eyes in bliss. The moment her hands leave my thighs, I open my eyes, fearing that I’ve hurt her. Instead, I get to see my perfect little mate play with her supple tits.

I pull back before thrusting in, harder than before. Cathy doesn’t gag again. No, she moans like a goddess. Like a goddamn bitch in heat.

“Do you like me using you, sweetness?” I ask on another thrust. “Are you my little slut?”

She threatened to rip out my throat if I ever treated her like a whore, but this isn’t the same. My mouth is running away from me and by the sounds falling from her lips, she is loving it.

One of her hands slips between her spread thighs and I can’t take it anymore. I rip my cock from between her lips, harshly picking her up from the floor and pinning her to the wall. She doesn’t get the chance to protest before I shove my cock inside her.

The thought of coming down her throat holds potential but only once I know I’ve bred her. Until then, every drop of my seed will be planted deep inside her perfectly delicious little pussy. I will flood her womb every chance I get until she is swollen with my child.

“Atlas!”

“Fuck.” The word falls from my lips unbidden. “Touch yourself,” I demand.

Her hand slips between us, flicking the hard nub of her clit. I can feel her walls starting to shudder with each thrust of my hips. We fuck each other, chasing our bliss and using each other’s bodies.

My cock kicks, splashing her womb with my seed as my knot swells and locks us in place. My mate continues to play with her clit, prolonging her orgasm and milking my knot to the point where my vision goes black for a second.

“Oh my God,” she moans in pleasure.

“No, sweetness. It’s just me.”