“I need… more of you.”
Well, curse me six ways to Sunday if you are going to tell me like that.
“Yes, more,” I said in a sleepy haze.
He sat up straight and ran his hand down his torso. I followed it until I saw… it.
It was another monster that I couldn’t believe was real.
Chapter Seventeen
Atlas
Shewasmy match.
Ineveryway, she was my match.
It took darkness to fall, for my pounding heart to calm and me to fully concentrate on her to realize it…
But Kassie was truly mine.
When the Lycan described meeting his mate, he spoke of lightning strikes. Others mentioned electric currents racing through their bodies. My experience was different—like sinking into a warm bath after years of standing in a cold rain, the constant hum of anxiety in my chest finally quieting to silence.
…And the salve to soothe my aching dick.
The Slenderman had probed her dreams and revealed her secret fantasy: being ravished by a monster that climbed through her bedroom window in the night. Could I become that creature for her? Her scent alone drives me to madness… a frenzy so intense I would destroy my collection of toys within hours if I tried to satisfy it any other way.
Her body lying nearly naked before me. The throbbing between my legs has become unbearable. I couldn't wait any longer… I needed to mark her with my scent, claim her as mine in the most primal way.
I leaned in, her scent filling my nostrils, a mix of sweetness and something uniquely her. It was intoxicating, making my head spin and my body ache with a need I'd never known before. I could hear her heartbeat, steady and calm, a rhythm that called to me, begging me to synchronize with it.
I reached out, my hand hovering over her shoulder, her skin bare and inviting. I wanted to touch her, to feel her warmth, to make that connection my body craved. But I hesitated, a voice in the back of my mind was whispering caution. She doesn't know me, doesn't know us, not yet.
Her lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping. It was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. I let my hand rest on her, gently, softly. Her skin was hot, burning into mine, searing me, branding me. I was hers, utterly and completely.
“Atlas,” she whispered.
I paused.
Shit, did she think it was me? Did she think all of it was real? The only reason I felt bold enough to do any of that was because she thought it was a dream, the only way I had the confidence to…
“You look like Atlas… from his costume…”
I sighed in relief, and she reached for my face and cupped it tenderly. It was more than I deserved. I had almost given myself away.
My cock twitched and rubbed against the warmth of her thigh.
Right, right. I had a mission to accomplish: cover her in my scent to claim the need to mate her. It would calm me until I could…
What? Tell her what I truly was? That she was my match, and I couldn’t let her go, ever?
No pressure.
I pressed the underside of my cock over her slit. I let her feel the ridges of the coils that wrapped around my shaft on her clit. She gasped and reached for me, pulling at the hair around my neck. “Atlas, my Atlas.”
I released a primal sound from deep in my throat, pulling back and driving forward again. The scent of her desire coated me, growing stronger with each movement, filling the space between us.
Her nails raked down my back, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, matching the rhythm of mine. The room filled with our combined scent, a heady mix that was driving me wild. I could feel her, every inch of her pressed against me.
