“I was going crazy,” Atlas confessed, tilting his head to give Bel better access.
Bel sucked on a piece of skin under Atlas’s ear.
Fuck! That was good. Atlas squirmed. “Please!”
Bel abandoned his neck to kiss him again. Except he pulled away when Atlas would have deepened the kiss. “We need to talk.”
Talk? “You talk too much.” He tried to kiss Bel again but his mate darted his head to the side.
“Mate bond,” Bel said. “This has to be the mate bond.”
“I don’t care!” Atlas declared.
“You don’t—” Bel’s hips snapped as Atlas nipped his collarbone.
“Don’t deny me. Not this time,” Atlas pleaded.
“Fuck, baby!” Bel said. He’d started to sweat.
“There hasn’t been one thing that happened since we met that I haven’t been totally on board with. Do you think that will change now?”
“I don’t want to take your choice away. After we mate, it is forever,” Bel told him.
“I chose you,” Atlas responded. “I will always choose you, my mate.”
Bel watched his face, then they were in a room that Atlas hadn’t seen before.
“Where—”
“Our room,” Bel told him. He set Atlas down on his feet. “If we are going to mate then it will be in our room. Where we will sleep together every night.”
His sweet mate. Atlas nodded. “Our room.” He turned to take in the space that Bel had brought him into. His mouth dropped open in shock.
With the use of magic, Atlas was used to the way that everything in the office and the spare bedroom he’d claimed was neat and in place. Bel’s room was the opposite of what Atlas had seen of his mate.
“It’s…nice.” It was absolutely packed from floor to ceiling and wall to wall.
“I like to collect things,” Bel offered. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets looking embarrassed.
“A lot of things,” Atlas agreed.
Bel sighed. “I’ve been around a very long time. There has been a lot to collect.”
Books, nicknacks, little pieces that Atlas couldn’t name. There wasn’t a spot in the room that wasn’t covered. Well except the bed. The big bed that took up the middle of the room, covered in a black comforter. Atlas pointed to the bed. “I approve.”
Bel rocked back on his heels. “Just the bed?”
“No,” Atlas drawled. He walked from one end of the room to the other. “I actually like seeing this.” He turned. “Why were you hiding it?”
“I wasn’t hiding anything,” Bel replied quickly.
Atlas hummed.
Bel shrugged. “How much do you know about demonology?”
“Not much,” Atlas admitted. “And what I do know is obviously wrong.”
“Maybe not as wrong as you think. I am a prince of hell. One of the original seven sins demons.”
