Page 151 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety command.

I hesitate for a moment, the shyness creeping back in, but his steady gaze holds me in place. There’s no judgment there, no impatience. Just quiet encouragement.

Swallowing hard, I shift my feet apart, my cheeks flaming as I feel the slickness between my thighs.

His grip on my hips tightens slightly, and he leans in, inhaling deeply. The sound he makes—a low, guttural growl—sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through me.

"You smell incredible," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my inner thigh as he speaks. "I could drown in your scent, my sweet little Goddess."

My thighs tremble as he lays a series of kisses along the sensitive skin, each one igniting tiny sparks of pleasure that dance across my nerves.

I try to stay still, but it’s impossible. My body reacts to him without permission, arching toward his touch, craving more.

When his lips brush higher, so close to where I ache for him most, I gasp, as my hands firmly grip his shoulders.

"Atlas," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He glances up at me again, his hands steadying my shaking legs.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asks, his voice gentle but laced with an intensity that makes my knees weak.

I nod, unable to form the words, and he smiles — a slow, satisfied curve of his lips that makes my stomach flip.

"Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise sends a thrill through me that I can’t begin to explain.

He takes his time, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my thighs, every kiss deliberate and slow as if he’s savoring the taste of my skin. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the tension in my body coils tighter and tighter.

The setting sun bathes upon and past us with golden light, casting a warm glow over his flesh and the hard lines of his body. The sight of him like this —on his knees before me, his hands and mouth worshipping me with a devotion I’ve never known—burns itself into my memory.

His lips press another kiss to my inner thigh, softer this time, almost teasing, before his voice rumbles low, sending shivers up my spine.

"You're not wearing underwear."

I freeze, heat rushing to my cheeks so fast it feels like I might combust. My heart stutters in my chest, and I don’t know whether to laugh or curl into myself. Before I can decide, he shifts, his lips hovering just above where I ache for him most, his breath warm against my skin.

"You weren’t planning on telling me, were you?" His tone is amused, but there’s something darker laced within it, hauntingly defiant that makes my stomach flip.

The blush spreading across my cheeks deepens, and I stammer, trying to find a defense.

"I… I didn’t think I needed to," I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. Then, summoning courage I don’t know where I found, I add, "Do I? When I’m with you and the pack?"

That earns me a reaction.

His head tilts slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into a slow, almost defiant smirk. The golden light of the setting sun catches the sharp lines of his face, making him look like a predator who’s just cornered his prey.

"If you’re going to tease us like this, little Goddess," he says, his voice dropping an octave as his hands grip my thighs, pulling me slightly closer, "then you’ll need to be prepared for the consequences."

My breath catches.

"Consequences?" I manage, my voice trembling, though I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or anticipation.

He doesn’t answer immediately.

Instead, his smirk deepens, and his head dips lower, his eyes fixed on me as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my core. My gasp is instant, my body jerking at the unexpected contact.

"If you’re going to forego underwear," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a tantalizing growl, "then this is how you’ll always feel after taunting us all day long."

Before I can respond, his tongue slides against me, and every coherent thought vanishes from my mind.

The sensation is overwhelming, foreign in the most exquisite way. His tongue moves slowly at first, exploring, tasting, and every deliberate stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.

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