“Yes,” Atlas rasped. “And you are mine.”
I was so drenched that slickness dripped down my inner thighs, pooling beneath us on the sheets. I didn't wait for my body to accommodate his considerable girth—I forced him inside with a single determined thrust, savoring the exquisite burning stretch as he filled me completely. Atlas jolted upward with a guttural sound, his muscular arms encircling my waist like living bands of steel. Another hand found my breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh before capturing my hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain straight into my body.
“Night, you are so tight. I want to live in your pussy.” He sat up while I continued to slide up and down his cock.
I rolled my head back, as if caught in a fever dream. I felt like I was on drugs, my body not my own. My teeth no longer itched, but were on fire as I bounced. As I waited for the optimum time to sink my teeth into his shoulder, where I would pierce through the toughness of his body.
“I want your seed,” I whispered. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
Atlas snarled, his tongue licked down the column of my neck.
“I’d love nothing more than to fill up your womb with my essence,” he said. A hand landed on my stomach. I could feel his cock in my stomach and then out again, a perfect fit. It was rearranging my guts because it was perfectly made for him to ruin.
Fuck that was hot!
My body was a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with a mix of pain and pleasure, as I rode Atlas harder, faster. I couldfeel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse of his need. Even the coils were touching me, rubbing my clit, my thighs, pushing, rubbing, touching.
His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were hard points of agony. I could feel his antennae coiling around me, adding to the sensation overload, their soft touches driving me mad. My skin was slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I chased the high that only he could give me.
The pressure inside me was building, a coiling spring ready to snap. I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing, and I knew he was close. But I needed more. I needed that final piece to complete this insane puzzle.
I leaned forward, following my instincts. I could feel his exoskeleton, hard and unyielding between my fingers, but I knew what I had to do.
Fucking bite him.
I bit down—hard.
Atlas roared, his body bucking beneath me as his cock exploded, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. The taste of his blood, metallic and strange, filled my mouth, and something inside me clicked into place. The fever broke, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over me.
I screamed, my body convulsing as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me, each one more intense than the last. I could feel Atlas' cock pulsing, his seed filling me, and I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that I was his, and he was mine.
This was more than a romance book ever described. It was a damned out-of-body experience.
As the last of the tremors subsided, I released my hold on his shoulder. Atlas' arms wrapped around me, holding me close. Hiswings cocooned us, creating a safe, warm space that was ours alone.
"Mine," I murmured, my voice hoarse from screaming.
His voice vibrated against my skin. "Yours," he agreed. "Sleep now, my dark and possessive one. I'll keep watch until you need to claim me again."
I chuckled, my eyes halfway closed.
In that moment, I realized that yeah, mates or matches, whatever you wanted to call them… were real. They weren’t made-up stories. It was just a matter of time when and where you found them.
I was just glad I stumbled across mine, and he wasn’t really human.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kassie
The high-pitched buzz-buzz-snore—like a miniature chainsaw wrapped in velvet—was probably the cutest thing I'd ever heard. I'd always had a thing for the cutely gothic type of things. When darkness gets that adorable twist, like a plush bat with midnight fur so soft it feels like petting a shadow, or a spider figurine with glossy obsidian legs and cartoonishly enormous eyes that catch the lamplight, I can't help but press my fingertips to my lips to suppress the embarrassing squeal that bubbles up from somewhere deep and girlish inside me.
The scene before me was so damn adorable, I wanted to cherish the moment forever!
I reached over beside me, where my bag was haphazardly dropped to the ground. It was filled with lunch for the both of us, but Atlas had a whole new idea of what he wanted for lunch. Me.
I held back a smile as I rummaged through the bag and pulled out my phone, quickly pulling up the camera app and hitting record.
Atlas was lying on my stomach; he had put my leg over his back, my naked calf resting between his legs. His snores were high-pitched buzzes, his antennae danced in the wind, and his little tongue would curl out and in with each of his long, drawn-out breaths.
