“Fuck me? Claim me?” Atlas taunted.
“What if I wanted you to fuck me?”
Atlas’s hands dropped to his lap as he gripped himself and grinned. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
Gotcha! Bel mused to himself. Atlas might think he was in charge. Bel had no problem giving control over if that was whathis mate wanted. Was that too surprising? And he would love to feel his mate inside him.
“Would you…have…I can fuck you?” Atlas finally managed to spit out. “I’ll bottom too but I really want to bend you over and take you.”
“I do like receiving as much as giving,” Bel answered honestly.
“Now?” Atlas vibrated.
Bel chuckled. “No.”
Atlas whined.
Bel gripped Atlas’s sides, rising quickly before turning to lower Atlas onto the couch. Atlas gazed up at him. “Will you fuck me?”
“No,” Bel said again.
“What are you going to do?”
Bel allowed his smile to come slowly. “Whatever I want.”
Atlas’s breath whooshed out.
“Yes? Do I have your consent?”
“Yes!” Atlas hissed. He even raised his hips as if that would get him what he wanted faster.
“I think you’ve forgotten something,” Bel told him.
Atlas shook his head rapidly. “No, no I didn’t. I want you. You can do whatever you want. Fuck me, claim me, mate me, ride me. I consent! I consent!”
“But, baby.” Bel leaned forward to hover his face close to Atlas’s. “I want to suck you.”
“Yes!” Atlas jerked so hard that his shoulders came up off the couch.
Bel pushed Atlas back down.
Atlas squirmed.
Bel was not going to claim his mate until they talked, without the sexual need consuming them, but Bel couldn’t stop now that they’d gotten this far.
“Pants!” Atlas said. “Pants have to come off!”
Bel waved his hand and Atlas was blissfully naked under him. Kneeling between Atlas’s naked form, Bel took his time to admire every inch of his mate. Every inch. The small mole on Atlas’s hip. An old scar barely visible on his upper thigh. And freckles. Small freckles down both his arms and legs.
“Perfect,” Bel murmured. “My beautiful mate.”
Atlas took a deep breath then blew it out. “I will remember this moment for the rest of my life. You kneeling over me with red eyes, fangs, and a massive erection. My very own demon prince.”
“As will I, my sweet mate,” Bel returned. He lowered his mouth to kiss Atlas again.
Atlas wrapped an arm around his neck to hold him in place as Bel’s clothes disappeared.
Bel pulled away to find Atlas grinning at him. “Tricky mate.”
