This time it was Bel who kissed Atlas. Thrust his tongue inside Atlas’s mouth, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries, the champagne, and what he now knew was Atlas’s natural flavor.
Atlas started to rut against him then lifted to push Bel’s cock against his own stomach and settled back down. He grasped both their dicks and stroked them together.
Bel licked and nipped Atlas’s neck and collarbone as Atlas stroked them to a quick completion.
Their come sprayed at the same time, squashing together when Atlas collapsed against Bel’s chest, sated once again.
Immediately after the come started to cool, Atlas’s phone rang.
“I’m going to kill someone,” Atlas complained.
“It’s probably Asmos or Adam,” Bel told him.
Atlas groaned. “I know. And I better answer before they keep calling. Why don’t you go get the shower started? I’ll join you.”
Bel could clean their bodies with magic. He’d never shared a shower with a lover before though. Another new thing to explore with his mate. He kissed Atlas then helped him off the mattress.
Atlas grunted, finding his phone on the nightstand and picking it up. “Twenty-four messages? What were they thinking?” He started to type.
Shaking his head, Bel strolled toward the attached bathroom, letting his mate deal with their friends. He waved his hand toward the shower stall, turning the water on and wishing it to be the perfect temperature for them. He relieved his bladder then went to the sink to wash his hands.
Catching his reflection in the mirror brought a smile to his face.
The mate mark. It really was there. Even though Atlas hadn’t known what he was doing when wishing the mate mark on Bel’s shoulder, it was perfect.
A small hand rubbed his lower back. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere, mate.”
Glancing over in the mirror, he locked gazes with his mate. “I don’t know. Maybe you should make sure and bite me again.”
Atlas laughed. “That’s going to have to wait. We only have an hour before our guests will arrive.”
“Guests?” Bel turned to face his mate.
“Yeah. I told them to keep the numbers to a minimum,” Atlas said with an apologetic shrug.
“You know that is not going to work,” Bel pointed out.
“At least I warned them,” Atlas replied. “Then I can bitch all I want.”
Slipping an arm around his mate, Bel pulled Atlas close. “What are we going to do with a whole hour?”
Atlas grasped Bel’s cock, giving him one stroke. “I’m sure you can think of something.”
Oh, Bel had all kinds of ideas. The first one started with getting his mate wet in the shower. Ten he’d see how many times he could make his mate come.
Chapter Ten
Atlas
They used every second of that hour that Atlas had made Adam promise to give him.
“Someone’s here,” Bel told him as he waved his hand to dress them both.
Atlas grinned down at the jeans and T-shirt that had materialized. Even the thick black boots that were on his feet. Yep! Magic was awesome.
“Let them in,” Atlas responded.
“Already did. They’re in the office.” Bel stopped to kiss Atlas’s lips before striding toward the door.
