I tilt my head back further. He kisses the second mark—Zero's, near my pulse—open and slow. Then he leans across me and finds the third—Bane's, the newest, on the opposite side of my throat—and his mouth is reverent on it in a way I would not have expected. Like he is honoring something. Like he is grateful to his brothers for putting a piece of themselves in me where he could not.
"There," he breathes. "All three.Mine. All three of yours, allyours, all mine. Look at you. Look at what we made."
"Atlas, oh my god—"
"You feel us, don't you. Right now. All three of us in you."
"Yes."
"Tell me. Out loud."
"I—I feel all three of you. Atlas, I feel—I feel you in the bond, I feelthemtoo, I—I—"
"That's it. That's my boy."
His hand on my chest slides down. Wraps around my cock. He strokes me in time with his thrusts. Slow. Patient. Filthy with care.
I come.
I come quietly because his hand has come up to cover my mouth a second before, and I sob into his palm and clench so hard around him that he hisses against my throat and his hips snap once, hard, before he gets himself back under control.
"Good boy," he murmurs. "Good boy, sweetheart. Beautiful. Beautiful. Again."
"I can't—"
"You can. Once more. For me."
He keeps going. Slow. Steady. Through every aftershock. My body is loose and oversensitive and his cock keeps finding the spot that turns my breath into a whimper, and I am shaking against him, and his hand is at my mouth, and his other hand is laced with mine, and the bond is so loud in my chest I can barely think around it.
"Atlas—"
"I know. Stay with me."
"You're going to—"
"I am. Soon."
"Inside me."
"Yes, baby."
"Knot me."
His breath catches.
His arm tightens around my chest. His next thrust is deeper, harder, the controlled patience slipping, and I feel himswelling at the base of his cock—the catch at my rim, the stretch, the promise—and his mouth is at my ear and his voice is wrecked.
"Yeah, sweetheart. Yeah. I'm going to. Right here in this bed. Going to fill you up and stay there and you are not getting up for the next forty minutes, do you hear me—"
"Yes—"
"You are not moving, you are not getting up to go to the bathroom, you are staying right here on my cock until I am ready to let you go—"
"Yes—"
"Good boy."
His knot flares. He sinks home one last time andstays.
