There was nothing tentative when he shoved himself deep inside me, driving forward every punishing inch in one thrust. I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream. He held me in place as I throbbed around him, pulsing with anticipation. I lifted my mouth off his flesh, leaving behind two crescent-shaped bite marks.
“More.” I dug the heels of my boots into his back and urged him to move.
He inched himself out of me in painfully slow increments as I wriggled against him, desperate for friction. When I nearly thought he would fall out of me, he slammed in to the hilt, and I bit down on his shoulder again.
“Greedy little witch, aren’t you?” he teased, retracting his hips before punching straight into my womb. I cried out, hugging him tightly, savoring the piercing fullness of him. “I’m not fucking you likethattonight.”
But it’s what I craved. Fast and wild. Unthinking. Because the alternative meant—
“You’ll take my cock nice and slow,” he whispered, nipping along my throat. “We’ve waited too long not to savor this.”
Holy shit.
Rocking my hips as much as I could pinned between Atlas and the glass, I gained the friction I sought, enjoying each graze of his body along the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Plunging himself into the depths of me, I held on tight, tilting my pelvis to meet his thrusts. My thighs began to quake. I was so damn close…
“Ah, ah, ah,” Atlas tutted, his gaze brutal and punishing before he was out of me, setting me down, leaving my body too hollow. Too empty. But before that moment had truly even passed, he flipped me over, pinning my hands against the glass, whispering over my shoulder, “Admit that you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
My chest heated, anger bubbling to the surface. “If you won’t, then I’ll do it myself, or I’m sure one of them—”
He growled in frustration, taking his hand off my wrists. Just when I was about to walk away and show him how serious I was, he gripped either side of my waist, wrestled my skirt higher, and slammed into me, picking up the pace. Then he snaked one hand along my hip before circling my clit. It was electric, rough, and I shook as he slapped into the backs of my thighs.
I whimpered, watching the bounce of my reflection against the glass, fog rolling over the party below us. Atlas ramped up his rhythm without losing any of the delicious depth, as if he wanted to drill himself in all the way and stamp himself on the sensitive nerves tucked inside me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
My fingers grasped for purchase and I released a guttural cry, body detonating with his punishing movements. Heaving against the window, I slid my hand across it, finally noticing the clear glass under my fingertips.
Clear.
Not darkened.
Oh my Goddess.
I looked out at the crowd. The fog had eased up, exposing the witches enjoying the revelry of tonight’s party. Some were talking, others dancing, a few strewn across lounge chairs or tucked away, writhing together.
“You love that they’re watching me fuck you, don’t you?”
Before I even saw the sienna and evergreen eyes, I knew who he referred to.
Saros’s hands clenched at his sides. Throat bobbing.
Lynx had put his arm around him, as if trying to send some calm in his direction.
It didn’t seem to be working.
“The way you’re clenched around my cock tells me you do,” Atlas growled, continuing his strokes. “Looks like I’m not the only one that doesn’t enjoy sharing.”
I couldn’t believe he had done this. It had all been a ploy to, what? Prove his claim over me? To hurt Lynx and Saros?
I pushed off the glass and turned to face him, directing him back onto the bench. He set his legs on either side of it and I straddled him, sinking onto his cock until I was flush with his lap. His expression was triumphant as his magic pulsed up through my chest and out through my fingertips.
If he wanted to show me that I was his tonight, I would show him exactly what that would need to look like.
I spread my legs wide, pushing the heels of my boots into the ground, lifting a few inches up Atlas’s cock before slowly descending. Twisting my gaze toward the window I spotted Saros and Lynx. They watched every rise and fall of my body, and I kept my attention pinned on them. Atlas kissed my neck, nipping along my jaw—thinking he’d won.
He had absolutely no fucking idea.
If he wanted me, it would be on my terms or he wouldn’t have me at all.
