Page 156 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

His knot begins to swell, the thick base of his shaft growing inside me, and a low, primal growl escapes his throat.

His hands grip my hips as his movements resume, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Each stroke sends shockwaves through me, the added stretch of his knot amplifying the sensations until I’m trembling beneath him.

"Atlas," I gasp, my voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. My body is so sensitive, every nerve ending alight, and the fullness borders on overwhelming. But beneath the ache is a need I can’t name, something instinctual that pushes me to take everything he’s giving me.

His growls deepen, the sound rumbling from his chest as he thrusts harder, faster, his pace rough and relentless.

I bite down on my lip, trying to muffle the moans spilling from me, but it’s no use. My body reacts on its own, arching into him, gripping him tighter with every movement.

"That’s it," he mutters, his voice low and hoarse as his breath fans over my ear. "You’re taking me so well, little Goddess. You’re perfect for me…made for me."

His words send a shiver racing down my spine, and I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my legs wrap tightly around his waist.

The pressure builds and builds, a maddening mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me gasping for air. I feel a strange pull deep within me, an instinctive urge that I don’t fully understand but can’t ignore.

I bite my lip harder, trying to resist it, but my instincts are too strong. They demand more—demand everything.

Before I can stop myself, I tilt my head and press my lips to the side of his neck. The urge to claim him in return, to mark him in some way, consumes me, and I give in.

Atlas groans, his grip tightening on my hips as I kiss his neck, my teeth grazing his skin. The sensation sends another rush of heat through me, and his movements grow even rougher, his thrusts so deep I feel like I’m losing myself to him entirely.

"Nyx," he growls, his voice raw and strained, "you’re driving me insane."

I can’t hold back any longer.

My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as I bury my face against his skin. My lips press against the curve of his shoulder, and I sink my teeth into him, hard.

The taste of his skin, the faint copper tang of blood where my teeth break through, sends a jolt through me that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Atlas curses, his body jerking against mine as his hips slam forward one last time.

He drives himself impossibly deep, his entire length filling me to the hilt, and the sharp mix of pain and pleasure has me crying out. My climax hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force that leaves me trembling and breathless.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and guttural as his knot swells even further, locking us together.

Heat surges through me as his release spills deeper, and I feel the pulse of his cock as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the tightness bordering on too much, but I hold onto him, my body trembling as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

Atlas shifts, his movements careful as he maneuvers us.

I feel the world tilt as he leans back, pulling me with him until he’s lying flat on his back and I’m straddling him. The new position eases some of the pressure, and I sigh in relief, my head resting against his chest as I try to catch my breath.

His hands stroke my back, his touch soothing and grounding.

"It’s almost locked in, baby," he murmurs, his voice softer now. "Just a little more. You’re doing so well, my precious Omega. Almost there."

I nod weakly, my limbs trembling as I adjust to the fullness, to the weight of him inside me.

His knot stretches me wide, filling me in a way I didn’t know was possible, but his calm presence keeps me from spiraling. He coos softly, his words a steady stream of praise and reassurance as he rubs slow circles along my spine.

"You’re incredible," he whispers, his lips pressing against my temple. "So strong, so fucking good in taking me. In pleasing your Alpha. My perfect little Goddess."

His voice soothes the lingering ache, and as the knot fully locks, a strange sense of relief washes over me.

My body relaxes against him, the tension bleeding away as I melt into his embrace. My limbs feel like jelly, and I let out a shaky breath, my head resting on his chest as his hands continue their gentle ministrations.

"You did so well," he says, his tone full of pride and affection. "I’m sorry for being so rough. I haven’t felt this… wild in years. My Alpha instincts got the better of me."

I shake my head weakly, a faint smile tugging at my lips, though I can’t help but relax against him. My body feels heavy and drained, though my mind feels weightless.

---