Page 17 of The Ballerina

“I was lonely,” she says, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Besides, you’re burning the bacon.”

Looking down at the pan I see the black pieces of pork glaring at me. “Shit.”

Taking the pan from the heat, I quickly drop it into the basin. I wanted to do something nice for my mate and I got lost in my thoughts, fucking it all up.

“We’ll have to make do with eggs and toast for today,” I say, gripping the counter while staring out the window. “I’m sorry.”

“You could always have me for breakfast,” my mate replies.

My head swivels seeking her out. The sight of her nearly floors me. On the dark wood table in the breakfast nook sits my mate, completely naked with her thighs spread. Her pretty pinkpussy on display for my viewing pleasure.

“This will be the best meal of my life,” I say lowly. I stride across the kitchen, sit, and scoot the chair closer before diving in.

I feast on my mate, running my tongue between her pussy lips from her entrance to her clit, lightly tracing circles around the hardened nub. Cathy runs her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp.

Her breasts heave as her breathing accelerates. Breathy moans fall from her lips as I drink in her slick, become more addicted by the minute. She is a perfect present gifted to me by the Goddess. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect mate even if I tried.

“Atlas,” she moans. “Please. I need more.”

I would never be able to deny my mate a single thing. Slowly I slide two fingers into her channel, gently fucking her while sucking harder on her clit. I flick my tongue quickly over the swollen tip as her walls constrict around my digits.

Her scream rends the air as her orgasm crests and I can’t hold back any longer. Quickly, I push the chair back, the noise loud as it topples over on the tiles. Pushing my sweats down, I allow my erection to spring free before shoving my length into her pulsing pussy.

Cathy pulls me closer to her, her teeth clamping down on my shoulder as I stroke into her like a fucking madman. My wolf fights me for dominance, wanting to mark our mate in his animal form but I hold him back.

“There’s someone at the window watching us,” Cathy whispers in my ear, her walls clamping down on me.

“Fuck,” I groan, my stokes slowing down. “Do you want to stop?”

“Please don’t.”

I wrap her legs around my waist before lifting her fromthe tabletop and slamming her against the nearest wall, hard. She moans, pulling harshly at my hair.

“You’re loving this,” I say before kissing her harshly.

“Yes,” she moans loudly. “Show her how good you fuck me.”

Her? Shit. Turning my head to the side, I stare into the enraged gaze of Jana. A woman I once professed to love. Why the fuck would she be here?

It only takes me a moment to decide whether I should stop before I face my mate once more. I suck harshly at her nipple, grazing the tip with my teeth and pulling a scream from deep inside her. If Jana needs to see this, to watch me with Cathy to finally get it through her skull that we are done, so be it. I know it’s a bastard move but I’m not going to stop.

I fuck my mate like my damn life depends on it and then I flood her with my cum, locking my knees to keep me upright. And my knot inside her with a roar that rattles the windows.

When my gaze trails back to the kitchen window, Jana is gone.

Chapter Thirteen

Cathy

Three Months Later

Atlas and I have settled into a routine that suits us and we both seem to be loving it. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I work at Dark Side of the Moon while he works on completing the studio he promised me. I only do two sets per night and no private dances. I don’t dance for the men, the money, or for the attention anymore. I do it for me.

The rest of the week we spend all the time together that we can. I have settled into life with his pack, he will be Alpha someday, after all. Everyone is friendly and for the most part, I have been fully accepted. There are some people I have yet to meet and others who stay away because they don’t trust outsiders. But both of those issues will sort themselves out with time and I’m not worried.

My phone rings and I smile when I see my mate’s name flash across the screen.

“Is there a reason you would be calling me right before you’re supposed to be home for dinner?” I ask.

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