He smirked. “If you’re making the first move, does that mean—”
Bel didn’t get the rest of the words out before Atlas yanked him forward, slamming their lips together. He started to laugh but then Atlas licked Bel’s bottom lip.
Heat curled inside him. Bel slid his hands down, tugging Atlas closer as their tongues touched for the first time.
Bel tasted the coffee Atlas had drunk earlier. Bel rubbed his tongue against Atlas’s before sucking on it. His mate moaned and Bel ate up that sound. Just…yes, this was what Bel had been craving. The feel of his mate pressed close and his. All Bel’s.
Atlas moaned again before ripping his mouth away. He panted into Bel’s face. “Tell me you’re on board with this?”
Surely his mate could feel Bel’s erection pressing against his legs. Bel nodded, unable to form words with the way his mouth watered for more.
“Yeah?” Atlas lifted a brow.
“Yes,” Bel hissed when Atlas squirmed until he was straddling Bel’s lap properly.
Their erections were pressed tight together.
Bel cupped Atlas’s ass, dragging him closer. “My turn.” Lowering his mouth, Bel took his time drawing Atlas into another kiss. This time Bel coaxed Atlas into responding. Small nips of the boy’s lower lip before thrusting his tongue inside Atlas’s mouth.
Atlas’s fingers tightened on Bel’s shoulder as he carefully, gently, flexed his hips. He encouraged his mate’s actions bykissing him deeper and gripping Atlas’s ass cheeks harder. Atlas rocked harder.
Under the weight of his mate’s body, Bel’s own cock was hard and pushing at the seam of his suit pants. He tried so hard to be good. Bel knew that Atlas needed time to adjust to all the changes that had happened in such a short time.
The bond between them was pushing them to complete the mating. Atlas probably didn’t understand what was most likely pushing Atlas. Bel knew he should draw back. Stop. Talk to his mate.
He gentled the kiss until Atlas blinked.
“Why’d you stop?” Atlas asked as he tried to catch his breath.
The words that Atlas had asked minutes ago came back to him. “Do you want this?”
Atlas rolled his hips, dragging his cock against Bel’s. “You can’t tell?”
Bel’s fingers flexed on Atlas’s ass again without any thought from him. Just moved like they had a mind of their own. “I want to make sure that it’s what you want and not the bond—”
“The bond,” Atlas repeated, “is not driving me. I want you. I’m not some shy virgin that doesn’t know the score. I’m tired of jerking off at night all alone.”
The blood rushed from his head to his dick so fast that Bel’s vision nearly whitened. “You…” Bel had to clear his throat. Saliva almost escaping the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been jerking off?”
Arching his back, Atlas smirked at Bel. From his place on Bel’s lap they were eye to eye. He reached back, grabbing the back of his shirt, then yanked it over his head.
A whimper escaped Bel’s mouth.
Atlas was perfect.
Flawless peach skin gleaming in the low light of the office, small and pert nipples begging for attention, and stomach muscles that clenched as he tossed the shirt behind him.
Bel bit his lip until he could taste blood.
“Your eyes are red,” Atlas told him. He ran his palms down his own belly. “I notice that you do that when your emotions are high.”
“Are you really teasing a demon?” Bel asked roughly.
Atlas moved his hands back up, circled his thumbs over his nipples, and his smile grew. “I’m not teasing.”
This boy. His mate. Atlas was absolutely perfect.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” Bel asked in warning.
