My magic floods me, stronger than I’ve felt since I’ve been here, sparking against every nerve ending in my body. Atlas arches up underneath me with a roar and his cock gives a hard twitch inside me.
“Rune,” he groans, his upper body hardening into stone. “I’m coming. You have to… fuck… you have to imprint.”
I’m already there, gathering the beautiful, chaotic energy into my hands. I put them on his chest. Nothing happens for a second, and then I remember what he said. There has to be a declaration.
“I want you as my mate,” I pant, forcing my magic through my hands again. “Be my mate, Atlas.” The words feel more right on my tongue than I expected them to, and something clicks into place inside my chest, like a missing piece I hadn’t even realized wasn’t there until it was.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Rune, I take you as my mate.”
My body clenches and pleasure rushes through me, magic flowing from my hands and my cock spasming to paint Atlas’s chest with hot, sticky ropes of my cum. My eyelids flutter, but through the haze of pleasure washing over me in waves, I can see the blue sparks of my magic drawing the lines of my tattoos, etching them deep into the stone of his arms. I pull more and more from him, wanting to make sure the lines are deep, that they’ll never fade or wear away. Iwantto be imprinted on him, mated to him, tied to him for the rest of our impossibly long lives.
He warned me not to take too much, but as my magic embeds itself in his skin, I can feel the flow, the feedback loop, replenishing him just as fast as I drain him, echoing between us in perfect harmony.
My hole flutters and clenches around him, both of us groaning and gasping through the endless shudders of our shared orgasms until I finally collapse on top of him. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before the fast thunder of footsteps echoes down the hall. I’m ready for it though. If a little bit of magic drew the guard’s attention before, there was no way we were going to hide the epic, pulsing power that’s flowing between us now.
“Shit,” Atlas mutters.
“It’s fine.” I kiss his lips and climb off of him, wincing at the tug on my tender hole.
“What are you doing?” Lurch shouts.
He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, and as soon as it swings open, I smirk and hold my hands up. My tattoos glow brightly, and I’m sure my eyes are glowing too.
“Give my regards to my family. I imagine you’ll see them in hell.”
Before he can respond, I send a blast of magic at him, flinging him against the far wall and short circuiting the magic that reanimated him in the first place. His lifeless body slumps to the floor, and I turn back to Atlas with a smile.
“It worked?” he asks, looking dazed as he glances down at the tattoos on his arms that match mine, glowing on his skin just like they’re glowing on mine.
My magic churns and flows inside me, and that little strand of connection we had before feels like a wide open powerline now, feeding me his energy and sending mine right back to him. My whole body tingles and buzzes with the power I can feel building inside me with every passing second.
“It worked.”
EIGHTEEN
ATLAS
Rune’s skin is lit up like the Fourth of July, his tattoos flickering light and dark blue and emitting a low buzzing sound. Instantly, he looks better too. The color has returned to his cheeks, his eyes are brighter, and overall, he looks like the man I met months ago, even if he is still in need of a proper shower.
My skin is tingling, and when I look down to check out the tattoo Rune etched into me, my jaw drops.
“Uh, Rune?”
He turns to look at me with a bright smile that vanishes when he lays eyes on me. “Well, fuck me.”
“Is this supposed to happen?” I extend my arm, watching the tattoos scroll their way down to my fingertips. “I thought it would just be one.”
Rune steps closer, his expression filled with curiosity. When he touches me, the tattoos respond, flickering and brightening into a solid glow. “Amazing.”
“What does it mean?”
His gaze moves to my face. “It means it worked even better than we expected. My magic is stored inside you as much as it is in me. Together, I doubt there’s anything we can’t do.” He flexes his fingers, giggling happily as the magic sizzles and shoots out. “Gods, Atlas. We really are mates.”
I nod as the news fully sinks in. All this time, I didn’t think this was possible, and certainly not with a human, but that’s the only reasonable explanation. We’re fated mates. Our life forces are fused for eternity.
“Now, let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says.
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
