Page 81 of Hexmate

“It comes with its perks,” he nodded.

“What… about me? I know your dad didn’t like us together.”

“After everything that happened,” Atlas shrugged, “he realized he wanted his son more than he wanted to cling to old, outdated traditions.”

“That’s amazing, Atlas! I’m so happy for you!”

“Me too,” he grinned. Then his face shifted back into an expression of desire. “Now can I please fuck you?”

I bit my lower lip, leaning forward to kiss him deeply, my tongue sliding against his. “Only if you promise to knot me.”

He growled low in his chest. “You’re such a need slut.”

“Guilty.”

Atlas’s eyes flashed with that primal hunger that still made my heart race. “I’ll give you what you need,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Turn around.”

I obeyed, pressing my palms against the cool tile as Atlas moved behind me. His hand slid up my spine, then pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, bending me forward. Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction at seeing me positioned like this—waiting for him, wanting him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand trailing down to grip my ass. “So eager for it.” His thumb brushed over my entrance, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped me. “Already prepped for me? You little slut.”

I glanced back over my shoulder, meeting his golden gaze. “I told you I came prepared.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “Of course you did.” He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered in my ear, “That’s why you’re mine.”

His teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered, leaning into the feeling for a moment before I felt the bond between us begin to glow. Alpha power, pure and raw, filled my brain as Atlas began to shift. The hands gripping my waist grew larger, claws digging into my flesh as they extended from his fingertips. His voice fell away, replaced by a deep growl that reverberated through my entire body. And his cock, already large in human form, grew even more, pulsing hot and thick against my ass.

Atlas grabbed me, turned me around, and lifted my off the floor easily. He pressed my back against the wall, my body held aloft easily by his werewolf strength. I wrapped my arms around his neck, staring into those bright golden eyes surrounded by dark fur. His long, hot tongue traced up my neck, making me tremble with delight. My own cock was pressed against his belly, leaking pre-cum into his fur.

“Please,” I begged, already grinding myself against him. “Please fuck me, Atlas. I need you to breed me.”

He growled deep in his chest, no longer able to speak in his Alpha form. With one hand still holding me aloft, he used the other to aim his cock, letting the thick red head come to rest against my hole. I felt him pulsing there, pre-cum mixing with the lubricant I’d already applied to myself before the match. I’d made sure to stretch ahead of time too, so my body was already prepared for his massive girth.

I shuddered as Atlas pressed inside me, the initial stretch making me gasp despite my preparation. No matter how many times we did this, I was never truly ready for how it felt to take him in this form—the heat, the size, the primal energy that pulsed through our bond.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my head falling back against the tile as he sheathed himself deeper. “Atlas...”

His response was another rumbling growl, his clawed hands gripping my thighs tightly as he held me against the wall. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure mingling with mine—the tight heat around his cock, the fullness stretching me open. My fingers tangled in the dark fur of his chest, holding on as he began to move.

The first thrust knocked the breath from my lungs. The second made my toes curl. By the third, I was moaning shamelessly, not caring if anyone heard us.

“Yes,” I gasped, my legs tightening around his waist. “God, yes, just like that.”

Atlas’s golden eyes blazed with possessive hunger as he watched my face, reading every flicker of pleasure. In this form, he couldn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. Through our bond, I felt everything—his desire, his satisfaction at seeing me come undone, his wolf’s primal need to claim and mark.

Each thrust drove me higher against the tile wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the burning heat of Atlas’s body. His pace was relentless, each powerful stroke hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My cock bounced against my stomach, leaking pre-cum with every thrust.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, Atlas, harder.”

He obliged, his growl deepening as he adjusted his grip on my thighs, claws pricking my skin just enough to send delicious shivers up my spine. The new angle had me seeing stars, my head falling back against the tile with a thud that I barely registered.

Through our bond, I felt his control slipping, the wolf taking over more completely. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate. I knew what was coming—could feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, the knot that would lock us together.

“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his fur, urging him on. “Give it to me. I want your knot.”

His growl turned into something deeper, more primal as his thrusts became shorter, more urgent. The locker room filled with the sounds of our coupling—my desperate moans, his animalistic growls, the slap of our bodies coming together. The swelling at the base of Atlas’s cock pressed against my entrance, stretching me further with each thrust.

“Come on,” I urged, my voice breaking as pleasure built inside me. “Knot me, Alpha.”

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