Page 16 of The Ballerina

I wake as the sun rises on the horizon. My body is deliciously sore in all the perfect places, and my muscles hurt from the intenseness of my orgasms. I grew up around men. Sex, and bodily functions of the female persuasion were never discussed. I knew I could go into heat, and I knew what to expect from talking to my girlfriends but this was worse than I ever imagined.

Once more, I feel like a fire is trying to decimate me from inside as I watch my sleeping mate. I see the morning wood he is sporting and decide to let him rest a little more. Flipping the sheet off his thick cock, I swing my leg over to straddle his lap, impaling myself on his erection.

I bite my lip, holding back the moan at the fullness. I’ve loved sex with my mate since the first time but this is something more. It’s a primitive drive to be filled, fucked, and bred. And even though every feminist bone in my body is raging at me to be more self-sufficient, I wouldn’t stop riding this man for anything in the world.

“There isn’t a damn sight better to wake up to,” Atlas mumbles, staring at my bouncing breasts. “If you want to wake me by riding my cock every morning, you’ll never hear me complain.”

“Shut up,” I growl. “And let me fuck you.”

“Happily,” he replies with a grin, folding his arms behind his head.

I swivel my hips while slamming down, wiping that damnsmug look from his face. Atlas’s jaw clenches as the cords in his neck strain. His hands grip my hips and I love the way he holds me in place. Lifting me he flips me to my back before shoving his fat cock back inside me. My moans are loud in the room while the sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanies it.

“You’re such a horny little thing,” he murmurs staring down at me. “I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

“Happy you’re aware,” I sass lowly.

He kisses me gently, tenderly, keeping his strokes even, driving my arousal higher and higher. I can’t hold back the moans that fall from my lips between kisses. For the first time in my life I feel wanted, cherished.

I feel like I belong. Here in his arms, his bed, his home.

This is where I want to spend every day for the rest of my life. Bound to Atlas in every way possible.

Chapter Twelve

Atlas

We spend five days locked in our house. We stay in bed where my mate fashions a nest out of our bedding and clothes. The sex is incredible and even though I know it isn’t possible, I swear it only gets better every time.

The fact that my mate is a dancer, a ballerina, is evident in every line of her body and the way she moves. She is sensual and sexy in a way I can’t quite put into words.

“How long are you going to keep staring at me?” Cathy mumbles with her eyes closed.

It’s the first morning I am awake before her since her heat started and I was just enjoying the peaceful moment. I know life is going to return to normal now. I won’t be able to ignore the outside world and my soon-to-be responsibilities as the future Alpha of our pack.

“It’s easy to stare at you,” I reply, drawing a smile to her rose-hued lips. “You’re beautiful.”

“You say such sweet things. Until you’re buried inside me, then you’re all dirty talk,” she jokes, turning on her side to look at me.

“Do you want me to be sweeter?” I tease in return.

“Not at all,” she says quickly. “I love getting both sides of you.”

“Good,” I say kissing her lips. “I’ll make us some breakfast and after I’ll say something dirty while I make love to you before going to work.”

“Sounds perfect.” The smile still hasn’t left her face when I slip out of bed and walk out of the room.

My thoughts are all pointing toward the future. One where I can spend my every day and night with my mate. The pack will be mine to command soon enough and many thingswill be changing. I can’t keep living in the old ways like my father has.

My pack needs to run fairly and equally. Everyone should have the opportunity to live their best life and make their own choices. I will run the pack more like a democracy than a dictatorship. I also want to open our pack to mingling with others rather than going through these archaic methods my father has employed. No one should be forced into a mating.

Although, I can’t be too angry at him. If he hadn’t arranged this ridiculous mating, I would never have found Cathy. I would have lived my entire life never finding my fated mate. The thought alone is enough to have me seeing red.

I never thought it was possible, but I love her. Unconditionally. Irrevocably.

Cathy’s arms wrap around me from behind, her fingers skimming against the skin of my stomach just above the waistband of my sweatpants.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I chide playfully.

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