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His words send a thrill through me, along with a desire so strong it shocks me. I just had an earth-shattering orgasm, and I’m already ready for him.Yes, I’m more than ready, is what I want to say, but my voice has decided to desert me. Instead, I nod, my pleasure addled mind already anticipating the feel of him stretching me with his cock.
I’ve not even touched him yet, and as I try to pull from his grip, he stops me again with a smirk.
“Oh no, I don’t trust myself right now. There will be time to play later.”
I’m feeling pretty slow, and it takes me a moment to realise what he’s saying. He confirms this with his wry smile and next comment.
“If you touch me, it’ll all be over. When I come, it will be when I’m buried inside you, where I belong.”
Stepping closer, he releases my hands and picks me up with a swift movement. A small, shocked noise escapes my throat, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders. His cock presses against my entrance, and I groan in need. He might not be the only one who doesn’t last long, because I’m already clenching at the thought of him filling me. The strain is evident on his face now, and I know he’s feeling desire just as much as I am.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance once more, nudging in, and I bite my lip to hold back my needy moan. Atlas takes in my expression, and in one swift movement, he slams into me.
I gasp at the sudden stretch, and it takes me a moment to adjust to his size. He seems to be just as dazed as I am, my pussy clenching down on him tightly. This is reality. This is real and finally happening. I can see the words going through his mind. He seems to realise that he was anything but gentle.
“Are you okay?” he chokes out, obviously not meaning to push in so quickly but unable to hold himself back. Even now, it seems to take great effort for him to restrain himself, his neck cording with tension.
“I’m fine, mate,” I assure him, pressing my forehead against his. “Fuck me.”
He watches me for a moment, looking for any signs of pain or uncertainty on my face, but there are none. It seems to be his turn to lack any coherent words, so he just nods and tilts his hips. It’s the smallest movement, but it has me crying out. He freezes, thinking he hurt me, until his frantic eyes land on my face.
“More, mate. I need more of you.”
This is all the assurance he needs, shifting his hips again. I grip onto his shoulders for dear life. My nails dig into his skin, and it must be causing him pain, but either he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Soon, he’s pounding into me, the sordid sounds of our bodies coming together amplified thanks to the enclosed space of the shower cubicle.
From the way his movements are stuttering, I know it won’t be long for either of us, our pleasure building until it crashes over us. I think I’m the one to go first, the orgasm hitting me like a wave and pulling Atlas with me. My pussy clenches down on his cock, and I feel the moment he comes, his semen filling me with each thrust.
That’s the moment the bond snaps into place between us.
Our orgasm goes on and on, my ears ringing as my body adjusts to the feeling. Once I finally I return to reality, I find Atlas staring at me in wonderment.
“Mate,” he whispers like he can’t quite believe it.
Smiling, I cup his cheek and lean in for a kiss. “Mate,” I confirm against his lips.
Our kiss is slow and passionate, saying everything that words cannot. We share how much it means to have one another and all of the pent-up emotions that we’ve never been able to express to the other. Most of all, we show our love. It’s so easy to say those three words, but to truly show it, to truly feel it in your soul, is something only fated mates can experience. I know he loves me, because I carry a part of his soul within me and vice versa.
The water begins to cool, reminding me how long we’ve been in here, my skin wrinkled like a prune. I need to get out and speak to the rest of my mates, reassuring them that I’ve not had a mental breakdown, but the dull throb between my legs reminds me that I have other matters to deal with first.
“I need another shower after that,” I joke with a smile, picking up the abandoned sponge from the shower floor. My voice sounds croaky from calling out my pleasure, but I don’t care. Putting more shower gel on the sponge, I gesture for him to turn around.
He raises his brow, and I know he thinks I’m trying to hide my body from him and wash without him seeing, but that would be pretty pointless after everything we just did together. He’s seen me naked before, so I find it amusing that he assumes I’d want to cover my nakedness from him after completing our bond. Rolling my eyes, I gesture again. “I’m not being modest. I’m trying to wash your back.”
There is confusion in his eyes, as though he can’t understand why I would want to when he can do it himself, but he doesn’t protest and turns obediently.
Gently running the sponge over his back, I use my free hand to knead the muscles in his shoulders, releasing some of the knots I find. Slowly, he relaxes under my touch, his soft noises of pleasure making me smile. His head falls forward, and I see something on his skin that makes me pause. Blinking several times, I lean forward and see that it’s exactly what I thought it was—a mate mark. I’ve not seen it on him before, and I just assumed it was a wolf thing. None of the witches I know have ever mentioned marks indicating they are predestined to be with another.
My finger brushes over the mark on his shoulder, making him shiver. “I didn’t know you had this.”
Glancing over his shoulder, he shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “It’s a birthmark. I’ve always had it.”
“It’s not… Look, let me show you something.” Turning, I lift my wet hair and show him the matching mark on my own shoulder. “It’s a mate mark. They are rare within werewolf circles, but they are a sign from the goddess that you’re destined for another.”
As I turn back around, I note his shocked expression, his eyes glancing to my shoulder as if he can still see the mark. A million questions seem to flicker across his face, but he finally manages to settle on one. “How have I never seen yours before?”
This is a very good question, and one I was wondering myself. How had I missed his for as long as I had? Were we just not looking for them, so caught up in our confused feelings for each other that we didn’t notice? Atlas didn’t know what he was looking for, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to bear the mark.
“Maybe you didn’t want to see it?” I ask quietly, posing the other possibility. “Perhaps it’s only because you’ve finally accepted that we belong together that you’ve acknowledged the mark.”
