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My need for comfy warmth wins. I dive into the nest and burrow until I’m a mole person, fully buried in soft pillows. I try to slow my panting, but even if Atlas can’t hear my heated breaths, all that teasing wasn’t just torturing him.

I’m fucking soaked and my scent is thick enough to stir.

If Atlas finds Orion first, I get to ride them both.

If he finds me…

My mouth waters.

Do I order the sandwich, the spit roast, or the full buffet?

When padding footsteps cut the silence of the nest, my pussy flutters.

Mmm.

Buffet.

The steps creak under Atlas’s weight.

“Lilah,” he rasps. “I can smell your perfume. How wet are you, sweet girl?”

I giggle.

Don’t want to hide.

I love being found.

Atlas topples my pillows.

Then he drops, pinning me to the mattress.

I moan.

It feels so good when he covers me.

Shelters me.

His cock is tormented, molten iron, pressing my thigh. I’m so slick, he wouldn’t even have to thrust. I’d slide straight onto his knot.

But Atlas doesn’t take me.

Yet.

Instead, he kisses my throat, gently cupping my face with his thick fingers.

When his tongue teases the silvery scar of his mating bite, his body’s the only thing that stops me from hitting the ceiling.

You read about a thing, but when you really feel it—

Atlas sucks my skin between his teeth, and our bond sparkles.

It’s this ticklish, tingly feeling, deep inside.

Between the pinch and the heat and the giddy reminder that Atlas is mine—and he fucking loves being bound—I gasp.

Then I shudder, hooking my ankles around his hips, clawing his thick shoulders, grinding into him until—

Oops.

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