Page 9 of Broken Trust

“Didn’t mean to try and snap you in two.” Kellen winked. “Got carried away.”

Atlas reached for Kellen, and the guy leaned forward, releasing his legs. As they devoured each other’s mouths, Atlas curled his legs around Kellen’s waist.

Now his lover was using one arm to prop himself up, his other hand skimming over Atlas’s body. The guy’s hips swiveled, driving his cock deeper.

Breaking the kiss, Atlas tilted his head upward, his eyes still closed, alternating between moaning and hissing. His fingernails dug into his lover’s biceps, thrusting downward as Kellen punched his hips forward.

Atlas was drowning, consumed by Kellen.

Something sharp sank into his shoulder. Atlas cried out, his orgasm shattering him, pulsing outward as he came so hard he got dizzy.

A sensation erupted in his chest, a feeling akin to a rubber band being stretched too far and then released. Kellen growled, his cock throbbing inside Atlas’s ass.

The pressure in his neck eased. Atlas opened his eyes and gasped when he saw two long, sharp teeth in Kellen’s mouth. Fear paralyzed him.

Kellen nuzzled his neck, licking at his shoulder. Atlas dropped his hands from the guy’s arms. What in the hell was Kellen? Not only did he have sharp teeth, but soft, animal-like growls kept rumbling in his chest.

As if a switch flipped, Atlas shoved at Kellen, forcing the guy to move back, his cock slipping free. Atlas rolled from the bed, grabbing his underwear and jeans, and raced out of the bedroom.

“Atlas, stop!”

That wasn’t happening. Atlas cursed the spiral stairs because they slowed him down, but once he was clear of them, he ran through the kitchen and flung open the back door.

“Atlas!”

Not a chance in hell he was turning around. Atlas jumped into his car, snatched the keys from the cupholder, and started the engine. He screamed when he saw Kellen at the driver’s door window, buck naked and reaching for the handle.

Atlas reversed, nearly slamming the rear of his car into a tree. Then he shifted into Drive, almost hitting Kellen as he swerved around the side of the house. He turned on his high beams and navigated the driveway, praying he didn’t crash with as fast as he was going.

Once he turned onto the main road, Atlas sped away.

Chapter Three

Atlas hadn’t slept a wink. He’d checked his shoulder a thousand times in the bathroom mirror, but there wasn’t a mark to show where Kellen had bitten him.

“I must have been totally wasted last night,” he said to himself as he readied for work. “So drunk that I felt sober.”

He was dying to call Braylon and tell his best friend what happened, but Atlas wasn’t even sure what had happened. He’d had the best sex of his life, followed by the most terrifying moment.

His hand shook as he grabbed his door handle, letting himself out and locking up behind him. Atlas hurried down the stairs, squinting as he emerged outside.

Fuck, the sun was bright. He waited a minute or two until his eyes adjusted and then walked to his car, thinking about how he’d paced all night, waffling between packing his shit and leaving town to missing Kellen like crazy.

That made no sense. Why on earth would he miss someone he didn’t even know or that possibly wasn’t even human? Instead of going to work, Atlas needed to drive to the hospital and check into a padded room.

Last night wasn’t imagined, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that he must’ve come home black-out drunk and dreamed the whole thing. His backside was too sore. Either he’d gotten it on too fiercely with his dildo or Kellen was real.

Since he didn’t own a dildo, Kellen was real.

Atlas pulled into the parking lot of Wild Tiger Barbeque and just sat there staring at his steering wheel. The sun’s rays were directly on him, making Atlas sweat even though he had the AC on.

“You can’t tell anyone about last night. If you open your mouth about what you saw, Kellen might come after you.”

As hard as he tried to make sense of things, he couldn’t.

Atlas screamed when someone tapped on the driver’s window. He looked up to see his boss standing there, a deep frown furrowing his brows. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I came outside to get something out of my truck and saw you sitting here looking zoned out. Are you okay?”

If Atlas didn’t pull himself together, he wouldn’t be able to function at work. Mason stepped back as Atlas grabbed the handle and swung open his door.

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