Page 80 of Hexmate

“Hey, witch boy,” Karrick called out, towel wrapped around his waist as he passed me. He might’ve been in human form, but being a Beastkin, he was still muscular and hairy always. “Goodto see Atlas has you properly trained. Always showing up right after his matches.” He winked, not unkindly.

I shrugged, trying to appear casual despite the heat rising to my cheeks. “Just supporting the team.”

“Sure you are,” he laughed, punching my shoulder lightly. “Don’t break anything this time.”

As the last few wrestlers filtered out, the locker room grew quieter, just the steady drumming of a single shower still running. I followed the sound, steam curling around me as I moved deeper into the room.

I found Atlas alone, water cascading down his broad back, muscles flexing as he ran his hands through his dark hair. He didn’t turn around, but I knew he sensed me—our bond hummed with awareness.

“You enjoying the view?” he asked, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Always,” I answered, leaning against the tile wall, not bothering to hide my appreciation. “You were amazing out there.”

Atlas turned, water streaming down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs, and lower. My mouth went dry. No matter how many times I saw him like this, it never got old.

“I felt you watching me,” he said, golden eyes darkening. “Felt what you were thinking.”

I shrugged, trying to appear casual despite the heat building between us. “Maybe you should learn to block me out during matches.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.” His voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the damp chill of the locker room.

Atlas turned off the shower with a sharp twist and stalked toward me, not bothering with a towel. Water droplets clung to his skin, highlighting every curve of muscle. Through our bond,I felt his desire, raw and primal, mingling with mine until I couldn’t tell where his ended and mine began. I glanced down, watching his cock thicken between us.

“You’re overdressed,” he growled, backing me against the wall.

My heart hammered in my chest. “Anyone could walk in.”

“That just makes it hotter,” he whispered in my ear. His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending electric pulses down my spine. “Besides, you know I’d hear them coming.”

I swallowed hard, my hands reaching for the hem of my shirt as Atlas pressed his wet body against me, not caring that he was soaking through my clothes. The cool tiles against my back contrasted with the heat of his skin, making me gasp.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, golden eyes flashing. “I could feel your eyes on me during every match. I could feel every dirty fucking thing you wanted me to do to you.”

“Can’t help it,” I managed, as his hand slid beneath my shirt, calloused fingers tracing up my ribs. “You know what you look like in that singlet.”

Atlas’s laugh was dark and possessive. “I know exactly what I look like. And I know what it does to you.”

His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as he lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall. Water from his body soaked through my clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I could focus on was the press of his body against mine, the feel of his cock grinding against my ass.

Through our bond, I felt his wolf stir—that wild, possessive part of him that still made my heart race. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. I wanted those marks. Wanted everyone to know I belonged to him.

“I think,” Atlas murmured against my neck, “you need to be reminded who you belong to.”

“Maybe I do,” I challenged, knowing exactly what it would do to him. “Maybe I’ve forgotten.”

His eyes flashed, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gold remained. With one swift movement, he tore my shirt down the middle, buttons scattering across the wet tile floor.

“Hey! I liked that shirt,” I protested, but the complaint died in my throat as his mouth descended on my collarbone, teeth scraping skin.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled. “A hundred more.”

His hands made quick work of my pants, shoving them down my legs until I could kick them away. The cool air against my exposed skin made me shiver, but Atlas’s body was furnace-hot against mine.

“A hundred more?” I teased. “A jobless wolf like you couldn’t even afford one.”

He growled against my neck. “Didn’t I tell you?” he huffed, grinding himself against me. “My father stopped by before the match.” He leaned back only for a second, his eyes flashing bright gold. “Guess who’s the heir to the pack again?”

“What?!” I gasped, actually forgetting about his cock for two seconds. “Really? Are you happy about that?”

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