I shuffled backward, putting on a show of fear, but my body betrayed me with every inch he advanced. My breath caught as those alien feelers twitched. Each delicate movement sent electricity racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly as he closed the distance between us.
His throat vibrated with a sound like distant thunder as he closed the space between us. "Kassie," my name emerged from him. It was not spoken but claimed. It wasn’t just a primal sound, it was somewhere between hunger and worship.
Atlas kept surprising me.
“Kassie…”
He did it again. Said my name like a beast ready to have his way with me.
Would he be so forward?
He prowled across the mattress, his weight pressing me deeper into the sheets with each deliberate movement. Looming above me now, those crimson eyes dominated my vision.
I could feel his breath, hot and humid, on my face. It should have been terrifying, but there was something so intimate about it. Something that made me crave him, want him, desire him more than I ever wanted any other man, male in my life.
He paused for a moment, and I watched as his antennae swayed slightly. He was searching for my reaction, and I wondered if he could sense my heart pounding. If he was aware of my pulse thrumming under my skin. My neck, face; everywhere felt flushed.
Just as I wanted him to stop hovering over my body and touch me, he moved, but not like I expected. Instead of moving forward and touching me with those large hands, two of them gripped my wrists and pulled them above my head. The other two grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed so that I was flat on my back. The whine that left him… it was damn hot, and I arched up into him.
I was pretty sure this was supposed to be some kind of nightmare, but it was feeling more and more like a dream come true. My sweet Atlas had turned into a male on a mission, and damn if I didn’t want to see more of it.
Of course, I couldn't just let him know that. Not yet.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. It was breathy, wants and needs laced through it. His grip tightened for a moment, as if punishing me for asking such a silly question.
White-hot heat coursed through my body when he moved, his wings opening slightly as he moved his grip. Instead of holding my wrists, his fingers wrapped around my hands, holding them tightly. Instead of being held down, we were almost holding hands.
It was too much. I shivered, doing my best to keep my breath steady. I still couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could feel him lean closer to me.
I could feel the vibrations of his growl against my skin. If he could do that, I wondered what else he could make my body feel just by touching me. His antennae whispered over my skin, and I jumped. The sensation was nothing like I expected, and it sent electricity coursing through my body. If he could do that, what would those four arms feel like? What would those wings feel like? Would they be soft or rough, would they be warm or cold? Would they wrap me up and hold me close?
“Kassie,” he growled. “I cannot hold back any longer.”
I wasn’t asking you to, but okay?
His antennae swept down my eyes, my nose, and paused at my lips. He huffed in annoyance and went lower down my body until his head was between my legs.
The fluttering of his antennae tickled between my inner thighs. I moaned and tried to move my legs together; I needed friction, but he stuck his knee between them.
Curse him.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to taste you from the source. I cannot wait.” His gruff voice did it. It made my pussy cry and contract all at the same time. If he didn’t hurry up, I would end up orgasming on my own from the edging.
This wasn’t supposed to be that bad.
I felt something hard rub against my leg. Before I could question it, the sound of ripping material and my fishnet stockings being pulled away from me filled the air.
Was that his fucking teeth?!
I gasped and tried to sit up, but he still had his hands interlaced with mine, holding me down. Atlas was so tall it was almost insane that we could even fit on this bed.
He pushed my legs wider. I squeaked and tried to wiggle from his grasp. This only egged him on; he snarled when he lifted his head, and I watched him as he slurped up the crotch of my stockings into his mouth.
By the Sacred Socks of Sasquatch, he was eating my clothes.
He devoured the stockings, his tongue curling around his lips before he lowered his head again. I gasped as I felt the unmistakable tug of teeth against the fabric of my shorts.
There was no way he could rip through those with his teeth…
