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“I want nothing more than to complete the bond, Laelia,” he begins, his lips pulling into a flat line as he pauses for a moment. “However, you’ve been through so much today, and I don’t want you to do this as some sort of trauma response and then regret it in the morning.”
My heart breaks a little for him at the idea of him thinking I might ever regret sealing our bond. Perhaps it’s my fault for denying him the first time when my other mates completed their bonds easily. Now, I’m even more determined to finish our bond than ever.
“I will never regret you.” My voice is strong and sure so I can be certain he doesn’t misinterpret what I’m saying. Releasing his shirt, I press my right hand over his heart, the beat steady beneath my palm. “You hold a piece of my heart, of my soul, and the goddess brought us together for a reason. You complete me, Atlas, and my life would be broken without you in it.”
We both know we’ve left this too long, the strain of holding back from completing the bond getting more intense as each day goes by. More than that, though, we need each other. We were predestined to be together. He has always been one of my missing parts, even if we only discovered each other recently, and now that I found him, I don’t know how I ever lived without him. As with my other mates, Atlas was someone I didn’t know I was living without.
The overwhelming rush of feeling from him is powerful as he reacts to my reply, the words meaning something to him as a mix of love, gratitude, relief, and other emotions I can’t even begin to put a name to reach me via our connection. He doesn’t say anything, but I see the shift in his eyes.
He loses his battle against whatever moral compass he’s been fighting against and presses a searing kiss to my lips, devouring my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I return it with passion, sliding my hands up and around his neck, the spray from the shower falling down on us like rain.
After a moment, he rips himself away from the kiss, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths, his hair plastered against his head. I’m sure I don’t look any better, especially as a frown crosses my face, my confusion evident. Why did he pull away?
Before I can ask, he cups my face in both hands, his expression intense.
“Forever, Laelia,” he tells me, the words firm, but I see the vulnerability he’s trying to hide. “This means I’m yours forever.”
I smile softly, hoping he sees that I’m taking that responsibility seriously. He will be mine, but I will always be his. We will be bound until the goddess calls us back to her and death takes us. Even then, I believe that we shall be together in the goddess’s realm after our lives are over, living in eternal peace.
“Forever,” I whisper in return, succumbing to the need in my chest.
ChapterThree
That single word releases Atlas from his insecurities and worries. He drops his hands from my face, skimming them over my body, and makes a noise of appreciation as he finds me completely naked.
Our mouths meet in a collision of teeth, tongues, and lips, and we kiss like long-lost lovers reuniting. His kisses are rough, but his hands are gentle as they move across my body. I’m not so gentle, my hands scrabbling at his clothes, desperate to get him naked so I can press myself against him. The feeling of his touch is addictive, and right now, his clothes are stopping me from getting my hit. My fingers fumble with his buttons, and he laughs against my lips. Irritation makes me bite down on his lip, drawing a groan from him.
Pulling back, he smirks at me. “Impatient,” he scolds, but his expression takes any sting from his words. Grabbing two fistfuls of shirt, he tugs once, and the fabric tears, revealing his chest beneath. My eyes are wide, drinking him in as he pulls the shreds of shirt away from his body. Moving his hands to his trousers, he undoes his belt and fly before pushing them down, revealing that he’s not wearing any underwear beneath. Kicking the sodden denim away, he stands naked, collecting a handful of water from the shower and splashing it over his face.
Shaking away the excess water, he locks his eyes on me, his hungry expression making me wet in a way that has nothing to do with the shower. He closes the distance between us and pushes me backwards until my back hits the tiles of the wall. I gasp at the juxtaposition of the cold tiles and hot water. With a wicked gleam in his eye and a smile, he takes my hands and pins them above my head. With a single hand, he’s able to hold me there, leaving his other hand free to explore my body.
The water trickles down his naked form, and I follow the path of the droplets to his hard cock. It’s standing tall, pressing against his stomach, and even from here, I can see the pearly precum glistening on the head. I want to taste him. I’ve had him in my mouth before, but today, it feels more important. However, as I try to pull away from the wall, he tuts and flashes me a grin.
“I don’t think so, mate.”
Dropping his mouth to my neck, he kisses and nips along the length of it while his free hand trails down the bare expanse of my stomach. Reaching the apex of my thighs, he pushes one of his legs between mine, nudging them apart and giving him better access. My head rests back against the tile, and with nothing else to do, I bite down on my lip and enjoy the feelings he’s creating in me. Finding my clit, he circles it with his fingers as I moan and writhe in his hold.
He pulls his hand away from my clit, and I focus on the attention he’s giving my neck. He bites down on the curve between my shoulder and neck, and I gasp at the pain, only for him to press his tongue against it, followed by a gentle kiss. He does this over and over, swapping to the other side of my neck after a while.
More. I want more.
Atlas laughs against my neck. “Has anyone ever told you how impatient you are?”
Oops. That was only supposed to be in my mind—a hot, pleasure addled thought—but I must have spoken aloud. All other coherent words seem to have fled my mind, leaving me with only one.
“Please,” I gasp, my pussy crying out for attention and my clit throbbing with need.
“Seeing as you asked so nicely,” Atlas replies, passionately kissing my lips.
The scent of magic fills the shower stall, and it takes me a moment to realise that he’s called his power. Attempting to lift my head, I try to find the words to ask what he’s doing when he presses his fingers against my clit. Icy cold digits circle the nub of nerves before tracing my labia and my entrance. The cold disappears, only to be replaced by his hot thumb rubbing my clit once more until I feel like I’m burning up. Then, the icy kiss of his fingers has me gasping again, and I’m unable to form a single coherent thought.
It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and it only enhances the sensitivity as the hot water continues to rain down on us. From his smirk, I can tell he’s enjoying himself, teasing me until I’m a quivering wreck. Leaning forward, he kisses the side of my neck and licks a trail down to my left breast. I’m so distracted by the sensations between my legs that when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, I almost fall to my knees. Had it not been for him holding me up, I would be a puddle of need in the bottom of the shower.
He chuckles, the vibrations making my already achingly hard nipple impossibly harder. Releasing it, he moves over to the one on the right, giving it the same treatment. He slides one, and then a second finger into my pussy. I cry out, needing this so badly. He continues with this pattern until my quaking body finally gives in, and I come around his fingers.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing me gently as the ripples of my orgasm fade. My sweaty forehead rests on his shoulder as I catch my breath, his hand stroking up and down my arm.
“Are you ready to be mine?”
