“Attractive,” he adds, sounding a little more breathless now as my fingers wander into the crease of his ass. “I’ve always had a thing for muscles and beards.”
His hips snap faster. I don’t know if he’s flattering me, trying to pretend like I’m everything he would want in a mate, or if these are really and truly things he’s thought about before. I’m going to pretend it’s the latter, because I want it to be true sodamn badly. I want this to work and for there to be some way for us to be together when this whole mess is over.
My fingertips find the tight pucker of his rim, and just like he promised, it’s already slicked and slippery. I circle it with light pressure, coaxing him to relax and waking up all those lovely little nerve endings that will make him gasp and writhe for me.
“Atlas,” he gasps, his knees quaking and his thrusts stuttering.
I growl around his length and dig my free fingers into his ass cheek to pull him deeper into my mouth again. I know he said we don’t have time, but I’m not about to let him take my cock without loosening him up a bit first. I carefully slide one finger past the outer rim of muscles that clench and flutter around me, and his cock jerks against my tongue, spilling another mouthwatering burst of precum.
“I need a mate who doesn’t mind that I’m feral,” he pants with a hint of laughter, resuming his thrusts, fucking himself on my finger, and then back into my throat in an increasingly desperate rhythm. “I need the freedom to be myself and someone confident enough to know that I’ll always come home to them.”
His hole clenches tightly around my finger and my cock aches impatiently, desperate to feel the tug and squeeze of him around me, riding the ridges of my girthy shaft. If heismy mate, I can be the things he wants, the things he needs. I want to promise him all that and more, but I don’t want to let his cock slip out of my mouth long enough to tell him that, so I suck him harder and add a second finger instead, eager to get to the part where he etches himself permanently onto my stone.
Rune grinds himself onto my fingers, gasping and groaning.
“Fuck, right there,” he whines, hardly bothering with any rhythm anymore, just bouncing on my fingers while his cock twitches and dribbles against my tongue.
I wish we had more time. I’d spread him out face down on the bed and spend an hour licking and fingering him open, getting his hole soft and pliant and driving him to the edge of madness until he’s begging for me to fuck him already.Next time, I promise myself. If there is a next time.
I ease my fingers out and let his cock fall from my mouth. He groans in protest, his hips twitching.
“Come here, baby,” I murmur. “Climb on my cock and let’s find out if we’re fated.”
RUNE
In other circumstancesI might be embarrassed by how fast I scramble to climb on top of Atlas. If I’m honest, most of my sexual encounters involve me making them beg and acting like I’m doing the other person a favor by even being there. But there’s just something about the gargoyle that makes it feel okay to be a little vulnerable. Like he won’t judge me or use it against me if he realizes that maybe I sort of, kind of, like him just a little bit. Or maybe even a lot.
I push him down onto the cot and straddle him, taking his massive cock in my hand and stroking him slowly as I get myself into position.
“I meant it,” I tell him, looking down at his hard, chiseled body and the surprising amount of tenderness in his eyes.
He cocks his head questioningly, then bites back a moan as I notch his cockhead against my slick, soft hole and give his base a tight squeeze.
“What I would want in a mate. I meant it. I didn’t think I wanted one, but if I did…” I bite my lip and my heart races at the very thought of what I’m about to say, about the ways he could use it to hurt me later if he wanted to, the ways it could makeme weak in his eyes. But, fuck it, he might be my mate in a few minutes. “If I did, I would want it to be you.”
I sink down onto his cock just as the words leave my lips, not giving him a chance to respond. I don’t need to hear his response, I just need him to know that if this works, it won’t be a mistake.
I brace my hands on his chest and lower myself slowly, taking him an inch at a time. I gasp each time one of his ridges stretches my hole a little wider, my insides burning to accommodate his length. My cock drools a steady stream of precum onto his belly, and with my hands on his skin, I can feel the well of my magic churning inside him, building with every second and every touch.
He digs his fingers into my thighs, and his face contorts in a look that’s right on the edge between intense pleasure and aching pain. I can feel him restraining himself just like I can feel my magic. He wants so badly to flip me over and drive his cock deep inside me, to fuck me mercilessly on the stone floor until we’re both sweaty and screaming. But he holds himself back, clenching his teeth and holding my gaze as I fill myself with him at a glacial pace.
When he finally bottoms out, I throw my head back with a guttural moan, and rock on his steel-hard length inside me. One of his ridges notches perfectly just inside my rim, tugging it with every minute grind, and another presses right up against my prostate, making my cock spasm and leak even more.
“Fuuuuuuck, your cock is amazing,” I pant. “If we do actually die in here, riding this perfect fucking dick is an amazing parting gift.”
Atlas growls and sits up, shifting his cock inside of me and drawing another deep, needy moan from the pit of my stomach. He wraps his arms around me and slams his mouth into mine.
“We’re not going to die here,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and forcing me to rock again, to grind myself down onto him, pulling out just a little each time so I can feel the dizzying stretch of the ridge closest to his base. “I’m going to get you out of here, one way or another.”
The fierceness in his voice sends a hot shiver down my spine, and I sink into the kiss with a hungry groan. I never knew I had a thing for protective men. Maybe I just got too used to having to protect myself, but I didn’t know how hot it would be for someone to make me feel safe, for someone to know how powerful I am and want to defend me anyway.
Our tongues tangle and my cock drags against his stomach with every shallow thrust. The electricity that dances over my skin isn’t my magic this time, it’s pure chemistry, it’s pleasure, it’sAtlas. We trade muffled grunts and moans, taking turns swallowing the desperate sounds that we drag out of each other as I rock harder and faster.
His hands are everywhere and so are mine. I want to touch him all over at once, I want to feel every inch of him at the same time. I tangle my fingers in his beard and kiss him deeper, I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, marveling at their sturdiness and strength, I claw at his biceps as I sob against his lips when the pleasure is almost too much.
“Now, Atlas,” I gasp around his tongue. “Give me my magic.”
He digs his fingers harder into the sweat-slicked muscles of my back and thrusts deeper. He screws his eyes closed and I can feel him working to consciously loosen the hold he created on my magic. I feel it start to pulse and swell inside of him, expanding deep in his gut. His cock swells stiffer too, like his body can’t tell the difference between holding back my magic and holding back his orgasm. But that’s okay, I’m right there with him. My balls clench and my muscles tremble, and just like his body can’t tell the difference, neither can mine. I open myselfwide to receive it from him and I manage to sink deeper onto his cock too.
