“You want to get closer to that?” Atlas allowed every bit of warning into his voice that he could. His mate had better not say yes.
Throwing his head back, Bel boomed out a laugh. “I adore you.”
Atlas wasn’t seeing anything funny about the situation. If he wasn’t concerned about what Bel was going to do, he’d admit that the heat from the lava river felt nice. The heavy scent of sulfur didn’t turn him off either. And it was a pretty view of orange, red, and yellow flowing quickly and surrounded by blackness.
There was a small collection of stones where the lava flowed up and down the shoreline. Where the sand met the river. Back in the human realm, he could be standing in front of the ocean and staring out at the vastness. Instead, he was in hell with his mate, getting way too close to the burning lava.
“Bel!” Atlas called in warning.
His big demon prince ignored him as steam from the lava rose around him. Bending down, Bel gave Atlas the perfect view of his ass while plunging his fingers into burning lava.
It was only a moment of distraction, then reality set in. “Bel!” Atlas lurched forward.
“Stay,” Bel told him. “I’ll be right with you.”
Atlas couldn’t believe that Bel was acting so calm as he shifted the sand and dug his fingers in.
“Yes!” Bel exclaimed in triumph as he held up his hand and straightened. He turned, beaming at Atlas.
Lava dripped from Bel’s hand. Actually dripped. It was as hot as Atlas’s temper at the moment.
“Look! Look!” Bel rushed forward while shaking the lava from his hand. “This is so rare.”
Atlas’s mate bounced happily like a kid that wanted to show off his favorite toy. Or a puppy dog. Currently both descriptions fit Bel as he held out his massive hand to show off a gorgeous hellstone with a red center. “Isn’t it pretty?” Bel asked dreamily.
“It’s gorgeous,” Atlas admitted. What he really couldn’t take his eyes off was how sexy his mate was when he’d found something that he loved. Stepping forward, Atlas reached up to cup Bel’s face. “Not as gorgeous as you are though.”
Bel blinked at him several times before beaming. “Really?”
Rising to the tips of his toes, Atlas gently kissed his mate. “Yes.”
“It’s for you,” Bel offered.
Atlas nodded. “You or the hellstone?” he teased.
Bel’s chuckle revealed his desire. “Both.”
“I’ll take both,” Atlas replied. “Always.”
This time it was Bel who was kissing him. As their lips met, Bel immediately nibbled on Atlas’s lower lip and Atlas opened for him. Bel thrust his tongue inside and Atlas sucked on it. He sucked on Bel’s tongue like he’d done to his cock after their shared morning shower.
Bel moaned and Atlas swallowed up the sound. The noises that Bel made were for his ears only.
Trapped behind his underwear and jeans, Atlas’s cock hardened and twitched.
Even though they had already shared multiple orgasms that morning, Atlas needed to have his mate again. He drew back slowly, pleased when Bel chased his lips.
“Is there anyone around?” Atlas asked in a whisper.
Bel paused with his head tilted before shaking his head.
“Good. Stay right there holding my pretty present,” Atlas ordered.
“Yes, mate.” Bel closed his hand around the stone as Atlas dropped to his knees.
His mate was gorgeous when he submitted to Atlas. Was there anything sexier than having a big man willing to do his bidding? Not in Atlas’s opinion. Bel gave Atlas everything that he hadn’t known he needed.
In the past, Atlas had been a dedicated bottom. Mostly because of his small stature, guys just figured he wanted to bottom all the time. It wasn’t until Bel so willingly offered himself did Atlas realize that he enjoyed the control, loved caring for his mate, and found power in making sure Bel was satisfied and content after every encounter.
