Page 29 of Broken Trust

“Take your time. Go as slow as you need,” Kellen gritted between clenched teeth as he planted his feet on the bed. He tucked his hand back behind his head, as if he was stopping himself from grabbing Atlas and plowing into him.

As Kellen leaned forward slightly, his cock pulled out an inch, and then Atlas sank even lower, letting his body adjust as the thickness stretched him. He did that a few more times before he was fully seated.

Kellen’s cock throbbed in his ass, a sign at how close the guy already was. Atlas breathed out a few times before he began to move, swiveling his hips as he took Kellen’s cock as deep as the hard length would go. Then he tightened his knees against Kellen’s sides and rose, only to lower back down. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat as he repeated the move over and over again, moving a bit faster with each downward thrust.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kellen’s voice was strained.

Atlas nodded, unable to form words as his mate filled him completely. He felt as if he was sitting atop a bull, Kellen’s large frame beneath him as Atlas rode him, his eyelids closing slightly.

“It feels incredible,” Atlas murmured, his muscles clenching and releasing with every move. He loved how Kellen’s cock slid over his prostate, waves of tiny electrical currents shooting out through his body.

He watched as Kellen’s eyes rolled back in his head, the cords in his neck standing out. Kellen gripped Atlas’s hips, as though he could no longer resist touching him. Reaching between them, Atlas wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking his erection in time with Kellen’s thrusts.

His mate moved faster, punching upward as Atlas slammed downward, releasing his cock so he could hold on as their pace reached a frenzy. Kellen grabbed Atlas’s nape and yanked him down, sinking his canines into Atlas’s shoulder.

Atlas shouted as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing in release as his hole milked his mate’s length.

Kellen followed suit, his cock pulsing deep inside Atlas’s ass. His mate snarled deeply in his throat, sounding like a savage wolf before he eased his sharp teeth free and licked at the wound, his movements slowing.

“Holy fuck,” Atlas gasped. He lifted up just enough for Kellen’s softening cock to slide free and then collapsed on the guy’s sweaty chest. They were both panting heavily, neither of them moving.

It was exactly what Atlas had needed and the perfect ending to a fucked-up day.

Chapter Eight

The following afternoon Kellen drove Atlas to his apartment to gather clothes and anything else he would need. For now, his mate was staying at his house. Kellen wasn’t letting the guy out of his sight until the bullshit with the remaining two vampires was over.

Maybe then Kellen would ask Atlas to move in with him. At the moment, he didn’t think his mate would say yes. They might have gotten over yesterday’s hurdle, but that didn’t mean Kellen wouldn’t fuck up again.

Just because he’d shared his painful past didn’t mean he’d gained Atlas’s full trust. It wasn’t as if Kellen wanted Atlas to have a place to run to if they fell out again, but if that made his mate feel more secure in their relationship, Kellen wasn’t going to ask the guy to give it up.

This was the first time he’d been there. When Atlas unlocked his door and walked inside, Kellen followed and glanced around. The space was nowhere as big as the square footage at Kellen’s house. In fact, it seemed pretty damn small to him.

Even so, the apartment was tastefully decorated and everything was neatly arranged—from the simple furniture to the books lined up on a floating shelf—showing a hint of OCD tendencies.

They had that in common. Kellen hated clutter and things not where they belonged, thanks to his upbringing and his mom demanding the house stay spotless.

“I’m going to grab some things from my room.” Atlas set his keys in a decorative bowl by the door. “Feel free to snoop around.”

After watching his mate head down a short hallway, Kellen wandered into the kitchen. The space was so tight that he doubted he could get around the two-seater table to see what was in the refrigerator.

Unwilling to try, Kellen walked back into the living room and eyed the couch. It didn’t appear as sturdy as the one he owned, and he was afraid of sitting on the thing and breaking it.

Turning his attention to the wall behind him, a large, framed picture of jasmine, its vines thick and hanging over a wooden fence like a blanket, caught Kellen’s attention. He smiled as he gazed at it, the photo reminding him of the intoxicating way his mate smelled.

His smile faded when he spotted a photo of Atlas and Braylon sitting on a picnic table, laughing. It was clear that someone else had taken it, but Kellen didn’t want his mate upset at the reminder of the betrayal.

Today was about having a good time, about introducing Atlas to Sam and Morgan. His mate needed a friend who wouldn’t betray him, and with Sam’s and Atlas’s personalities, Kellen was positive they would hit it off.

He removed the frame and took it to the stand the television was perched on top of. He slid the photo, face down, onto the shelf below the TV. If it was up to him, he would tear Atlas’s side of the picture and tuck it into his pocket then burn Braylon’s.

“I think I have what I need.” Atlas strode out of the room with a small suitcase, wearing a different shirt and pants than the ones he’d just had on. He’d even changed his shoes to an all-black pair of Nikes that matched his black T-shirt. “I still have to grab some things from the bathroom.”

Kellen had washed his mate’s clothes every day, but he knew what it felt like to have options. His closet at home was huge, a walk-in deal with plenty of shelves and drawers for his large wardrobe. One wall alone held dozens of his shoes, ranging from sneakers to boots to dress shoes he’d paid a fortune for.

Though he rarely had the opportunity to wear his dress shoes.

“I have cans of soda in the fridge if you want one,” Atlas said when he stuck his head out of the bathroom and then slipped back inside.

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