That does me in, crying loudly into his chest, letting myself just feel as I cling to him, my fingers pulling at his skin, “I-- But I am a bit of a bitch -- Why do you?”
“Baby, you’re a wolf shifter, you’re all bitch,” We both laugh at that, though mine is watery, and we hold each other like it’s our last moments together, “We wouldn’t have you any other way than sassing us and biting our damn tails every chance you get.”
We stand in silence, my nose pressed against his chest, burrowing into the warmth and just letting myself feel for the first time in a long time. Atlas doesn’t say anything either, just keeps rumbling that purr with me and letting the sounds of the bar fall away from us, swaying ever so slightly. Though now that I’ve let a little of the upset flow away with pheromones and purring, my body is starting to take notice of the rather large cock still semi-erect against my belly, and the perfuming starts up again. Shivering with delight as he twitches with renewed interest, Atlas clears his throat and tries to angle his hips away, opening his mouth to apologize again when I trace a finger up the thick vein on the underside.
“Atty, I think you need to lock the door… and knot me in here.”
Atlas gulps, tipping his head back against the wall with a shuddering sigh. I can feel his heart beating in his chest, his fingers curling into me. “You want me to knot you inFury’s office, sweetheart? Bend you over his desk and have you dripping slick all over the floor?” He groans, hips thrusting forward into me, seeking any friction he can, and I look down to see the thick drop of pre-cum dewing in the slit. “No. No, I’m not knotting you for the first time here, baby.”
Pouting at my Alpha, I start to slide down his body, dropping to my knees on the rough carpeted floor of the office. Taking him in hand, I squeeze the heavy cock in my hands, feeling his knot pulsing at the base, ready to inflate at a moment’s notice. Not right now, I tell myself, leaning in to lap the drop and snort as Atlas’s head hits the wall behind him hard. He tastes earthy like his scent, just a hint of the salty sweetness, and my lips part over the thick mushroom head, suckling on the sensitive flesh there until he groans and finally threads his fingers through my hair. His thick digits ravel between the strands, and he holds me there, pulsing his hips forward in an uncontrolled push. Hitting the back of my throat triggers my gag reflex, and he immediately releases me as I cough, patting his leg. He’s a lot bigger than Teddy, and there’s no way I’ll be able to take him all.
“It’s okay, it’s fine, Atty, I’m just not… You’re too big and I can’t deep throat all that good.”
Clasping at my chin, he tips my head up to him, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide, devouring the gray ring of his iris, “You take what you can, babygirl, either way you’re gonna be drinking my cum.”
Fuck, thatishot.
And then, ever so gently, he pushes in until he meets resistance, nods, and starts fucking in earnest, never pushing farther than my throat allows. In return, I dig my nails into his thighs, moaning as I take him in. Fluttering my tongue against the underside, one hand trails across to cup his balls, feeling hard metal across the front of them. Popping off, I tilt my headto admire the small rings through the seam of his balls, tugging one softly and hearing his sharp inhale.
“What are these for?” I ask, tugging on it again and finally hearing my sweet, golden retriever Alpha growl at me.
“Just liked it, Fury said the ladder hurt, so I didn’t want that.”
I stop my movements, giving him a curious look, “and you didn’t think getting holes punched through your sack would hurt?” Shaking my head, I nuzzle against his thigh, stroking him with a rough, firm grip.
“Made you play with them though, didn’t it?” He chuckles before he pats his cock against my lips again, and I take him as deep as I can again. “One of these days, Clay will stop playing nice and he’ll make you choke on it until there’s tears running down your cheeks, but I won’t, baby, I’m just happy to be here.”
I keep sucking him, taking him in, then sliding back, hollowing my cheeks. My hand takes up the leftover at the base, squeezing around his knot in rhythmic pulses until he’s gasping and heaving his breath. His thighs tense beneath me, and I feel the moment his balls lift, pushing those rings against my hand as his knot swells into my palm and he shoots down my throat. Thick salty cum fills my mouth, and I swallow it with a groan, lapping at him until he’s clean, sinking down the wall to sit on the carpet in front of me.
“Damn, babygirl, I just lost my soul to your tongue.” Atlas collapses into the desk chair, and I wince for his naked ass on the leather, his cock deflating without being locked inside my warmth. Sitting my ass down on the rough carpet, I lick my lips and watch him, taking the time to appreciate his rippling abs even under the yellow light above. Rising and falling softly, his chest is a little sweaty, and I wonder how long before he shifts back so we can go back into the main bar. Instead, he logs onto the computer at the desk, furrowing his brows as his eyes dart across the screen, and his scent takes on a smoother, morerelaxed tone, his shoulders slumping as he looks at me with a smile. “She’s gone, bars clear, though it’s getting busy. Do me a favor and grab me some clothes from the staff room next door, yeah? I’m a little wobbly, and Deac is in there, don’t wanna give him a show.” He chuckles, tapping on the desk, stretching up with a deep groan, and I shamelessly stare as it sends all that pale skin and muscles into a wave of tension.
“Sure, uhhh,” I brush the back of my hand across my lips, concerned for the drool it feels like I have leaking down my face, “I’ll be back in a sec.” Lingering as long as I can, my eyes drink in the image of him splayed back over the chair.Damn,he really lives up to his name, looking every inch the titan that he is as I slip out of the door. Atlas is dangerous on the eyes, my pussy, and most definitely my heart, too. I can hear his words in my mind even now, and it warms me in a way I’m not used to…“I’m just basking in your sunshine after spending too long howling at the moon.”Goddess, what a treat to be loved so completely, and for nothing at all. Wasit ever like this at home?I don’t remember a time when my dad's love came without stipulations, without a need for some return on his‘investment.’Mom was different, at least to me; she’d swaddle me up, call me her little puppy, and hold me on the long nights that I cried over being a shifter. Now here I am, with a pack of five fantastic men, fighting for me without a second thought and caring for me in their own ways. Stepping into the staff room, my eyes catch on the locker with‘ATLAS SPARE’scrawled across it in black Sharpie, huffing a laugh and moving towards it. A dark figure moves in the corner of my vision, and I turn to greet the bartender we’d seen on the camera.
“Hey Deacon, just grabbing--”
Something sharp slides into my neck, and the shadow looming over me claps a hand over my mouth. The darkness starts to blur at the edges of my vision, filling with dots.Struggling against them, I hear a rough grunt and snarl, the strength leaving me until I fall limp in their arms.
Fury
If I thought it was busy earlier, it’s got nothing on the last ten minutes.
There are bodies from wall to wall, and I can’t figure out how to even get the servers through the crowd in order to grab the dirty glasses, since I’m running so low I might as well pull out the shitty plastic cups now. Atlas and Skye would be a massive help if they could just get their asses out of my office, doing whatever they are, since it’s been going on for half an hour now, and no sign of either of them. Though Atlas has made no secret of how long his damn knots last, so it could just be that they're… No, best not think, or I’ll be trying to pour pints whilst bricked up in tight jeans. Deacon already waved me off several times and has tensed as I’ve slid past him a little closer than usual. Told me to ‘keep my wolf cooties to myself,’damn overgrown child. I’m just concerned about my Albert getting caught in the zipper again; that is not a pleasant repeatable performance.
Atlas pops out of the side door, tucking his shirt into his jeans, his brows slam down over his eyes with worry as he scans between me and Deacon, holding down the fort.
“Have you seen our girl? She went in to grab my clothes and never came back in, figured she caught Deacon and he needed her for something.”
That same worry strikes me now, a peal of terror in my heart so deep it takes my breath with it, “Atlas, Deac’s been out here the whole time, it’s been too busy for either of us to get away.” And I see the moment that it sets in for him, too. Atlas can be a little slow on the uptake on occasion, but not now, now I see his instincts spiraling like mine. See the fur blazing across the backs of his hands, claws popping as he struggles to rein in his wolf with gritted teeth. Our Omega is gone. “She’s done it finally, taken the chance to run from us…” The fear that spikes is only outmatched by the heartbreak that, despite everything, she’s left us at the first chance she’s gotten. I don’t want to believe the alternative—that our Omega has been stolen from us, right under our noses. Teddy would never forgive me, and Lucas would gut me in front of the rest for being a shameful excuse of a Cardinal.
“She wouldn't! I… I told her I loved her in the office.” Atlas pants out, running a hand through his long hair and clasping both behind his head. His chest is heaving, and he’s panicking badly. I need to calm him down or get him out of here before he shifts and causes a disaster. I really don't need the council breathing down our necks, too. Shutting his eyes, his voice drops to a painful whisper that I can barely hear over the din of the bar, “I told her I loved her, she wouldn’t leave after that, right?” Atlas is in my arms before a second thought, and I give him a tight squeeze, the taller, wider build of him feeling fragile against me.
“No, she wouldn’t have Atty, the way she looks at you, she wouldn’t have run, I’m just… I don’t want to think about what’s happened otherwise with that bitch being in earlier.”
Atlas sinks into the stool that Skye is on, and I turn to Deacon. We’ve been friends long enough now to have a full silent conversation between us before a smirk stretches his cheeks. A tick starts up in my jaw as I see the silver flash of his lighter slip out of his pocket, then he reaches towards the glasses onthe upper shelf, holding the lighter before producing a piece of paper with the other hand and lighting it… Right under the fucking smoke detector.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Deac. I need clearing, not dealing with Fire and rescue.”
“Then I’ll deal with them, whilst you go find your girl.” He smirks back in response, the wail starting up as the emergency lights flick on and a groan echoes through the patrons. In a matter of minutes, Deac has everyone filing out in an orderly manner, leaving half-drank pints and food on the tables, the red flickering lights of the fire alarm petering out soon after. I waste no time in bolting through to the staff room, inhaling deeply and letting it back out on a snarl. That fuckingBEAR.Butcher's scent invades the room subtly, like he’s bathed in de-scenters and taken suppressants, but it’s here; he should know you can’t hide scents fully from a shifter. Especially not scents that our wolves have marked as danger. Atlas bursts in behind me, and I can see his nostrils flare too before he looks at me.
