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“You smell fucking delectable,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath fans over my neck as his stubble tickles my shoulder and clavicle. “Fuck, Ali.” My nipples tighten painfully as he wraps a hand around my hip, yanking me back into him.
The DJ is on point tonight. Sensual-sounding music pumps through the speakers. Bodies writhe together on the lower-level dance floor, but Atlas aims for the stairs to VIP. We get to the bottom, and he nods for the attendant to unclip the rope.
Atlas spins me to face him and lifts me with no problem. It would be less revealing if he carried me like a bride, but he likes it when I wrap my legs around his ass and hug him. He tucks my dress around my backside, palming my ass cheek, and I bury my face in his chest.
Apparently, Atlas is done hiding our unconventional relationship. My stomach feels like a horde of butterflies is trying to take flight.
I’m not getting any younger, and I’m damn tired of being lonely all the time.
The owners just straight up claimed and bonded an employee. I’ve spent a lot of time worrying about how they’d react, but if they don’t like it, then I’m at a place where I’ll happily tell them to take over, and I’ll quit.
Atlas puts me back on my feet once we hit the third floor. It’s a much smaller dance space, but there are a lot fewer monsters, since they have to pay for the special access. He squats a bit to fit his knee between my thighs.
That drink Trinity served must have been stronger than I thought, or possibly, the quickening is guiding my actions.
My hands clutch his long-sleeve white T-shirt, pulling him down so I can devour his mouth. He tastes like the drink he helped me finish off. The tart cherry flavor is the perfect opposition to his natural spicy scent.
The firm way he holds me to him signals to my system that I’m supposed to be pliant and submissive.
Atlas growls low and dangerous when anyone gets too close. I frown up at him as he bares his teeth at Fredrick. He’s a bigfoot, a type of fae shifter, but he’s friendly and non-violent all of the time. He’s one of the few patrons I genuinely like.
“I’m feeling a little feral,” Atlas says. “I need to keep you all to myself.” His words send a thrill through my entire body. “Sorry my impulses are riding me hard right now, sweetheart.” He looks sheepish, like he can’t believe he just admitted that.
My system instantly dislikes how uncomfortable he still looks. I’ve never felt as cared for and cherished as I do with him.
“Nadia said you’d be at the top of her list if she was looking to be impregnated. I think she may have been messing with me, but I told her I’d have to hurt her. I genuinely meant it too.” I shrug, but my face burns.
“What?” A wide smile takes over his face, showing off his tusks.
“Yeah. When Charity started here, before she realized...” I roll my lips together. “She wanted to make a move on you. I politely informed her I would cut her if she tried.” I ache to glance away from his searching gaze, but I refuse to give in. “It’s true. I probably would’ve had to murder her.”
“You’ve been threatening women away from me?”
I grimace, nodding my agreement. “Yep.”
“That’s so fucking cute.” He lifts me, wrapping me around his frame, and then we’re in motion again. He takes the door on this floor leading to the hallway that connects all three buildings on the third floor. It’s not open access; only the owners, security staff, and a few of us in upper management know the key code to get in.
Atlas jams the code into the small box. The door clicks, indicating it’s unlocked, and he stomps us inside. My back hits the wall as he cages me in.
“You realize I can smell how slick you are, right, Ali?” His snake bite piercings glint in the low lighting as the edges of his mouth tip up.
I groan, burying my face in his shirt.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It turns me the fuck on,” he growls, hiking me higher, using his knee between mine as leverage. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep from hurting you. I’m trying to hold back, but I need you to be very sure. I don’t think I’d survive it if you let me inside you, only to push me away.”
“I want you too,” I assure him, nodding wildly. “So badly.”
His thick fingers brush over the front of my panties. “Are you sure you can handle me, sweet fae?”
“Gods, yes,” I moan. My hips tilt, trying to chase his touch, but he pulls them away. “No, don’t stop.”
“Can you be patient for another few minutes?”
“I’d like to feel you inside me. Now would be great.”
“Such a pouty little sex fiend. How do you feel about letting me fuck you on your desk? It’s at the top of my list of things I’ve dreamed of doing with you.”
“What?”
