Page 103 of Lore of the Wicked Wood
“No.” He shook his head once, his eyes swimming with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “My name. Say it.”
“Atlas Skye.” She whispered his name into the space between them.
Again he groaned, a cavernous sound that had her legs falling open as his mouth devoured hers in a hungry kiss. Their lips met, slashing across one another as their tongues meshed in a fierce tempo, both of them ravenous for each other. Teethscraped and bit, she felt the sting of his sharp incisors, and he swallowed her moan, taking everything she gave him.
“You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me…foryears.” Atlas ran his hand from her face to her neck to her waist. He lowered his mouth to her, sucking her skin through the silk of his shirt she wore. The wet fabric fused to her flesh, and she lifted her hips, rolling them against his protruding erection. Atlas lifted his head, planting kisses between the valley of her breasts.
She struggled against his grasp, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and bring him closer to her, but Atlas held firm, refusing to release her.
“Seeing you here, in my bed, in my shirt, and in these fucking stockings…” He gripped her thigh, running his fingers beneath the fine layer of lace. “You torture me, Ever. You are pure torture.”
Everinne locked her legs around him, digging her heels into the small of his back, shielding her thoughts. She knew what would happen if the kralv found out they were mates, but she was also no fool. If she refused Atlas’s bed, the kralv would undoubtedly grow suspicious, and make her suffer for that as well. Not only that, but the thought of Atlas with anyone else filled her with immeasurable rage. She was damned either way.
Better to be damned and pleasured than damned and miserable.
The need building between her legs became nearly unbearable. His magic coursed through her, intensifying with every heartbeat. It flowed through her veins, heating her blood, sending bolts of sensual lightning straight to her core. Her muscles spasmed, then clenched, the impending orgasm growing like a rogue wave, threatening to drown her in a sea of oblivion. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, when she thought she would unravel if he didn’t touch her, Atlasdropped his head once more, popped off the button so his shirt fell open around her, and sank his teeth into the top of her right breast.
He bit her.
Hard.
Release crashed into her, pulling her into an undercurrent of ecstasy, until she broke through the surface, trembling and gasping.
“Atlas.” She choked out his name on a broken sob.
“Again,” he demanded, moving above her so her gaze met the wild green of his eyes.
“Atlas,” she begged. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, let me touch you.”
He hovered over her a moment longer, drinking her in, then finally let go of her wrists. She instantly reached for him, but he eased back onto his knees, trailing one hand down her stomach, then lower to where the apex of her thighs was still swollen and wet. The pad of his fingertip grazed her tingling flesh, and she nearly jolted out of the bed.
“You can touch me on one condition.”
She nodded, willing to agree to anything he asked of her, eager to feel him. Taste him. Own him. Exactly as he had done to her.
“When you marry me, you will share my bed.” Atlas stroked her clit and she whimpered, longing to take him in her hands. “Once you’re my wife, your heart, your soul, and your body belong tome.”
“Yes,” she panted, angling her hips toward him in a silent plea for more. She knew what he was asking of her, what he was demanding of her. Just as she knew that once she agreed to his terms, once she accepted him as her mate, there would be no going back. Nothing could undo it, nothing could break it,not even death. The bond they shared would span an eternity, bleeding from one existence to the next, through the rise and fall of worlds, a thread of devotion woven through centuries.
Atlas stretched out alongside her, propping his elbow up on the pillows while his free hand moved between her legs. He kissed her cheek. Her neck. The tip of her ear.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.
His magic pooled in the palm of his hand as he cupped her, and another surge of ecstasy bloomed, centering at the apex of her thighs. It swirled and teased, delving inside of her, flowing through her until every inch of her body trembled with devastating bliss. His power was like a wraith, stealing over her, invisible caresses setting the entirety of her skin aflame. She rolled onto her side, pressing her hands to his bare chest while she rubbed herself against his rough palm. Another burst of seductive pleasure throbbed around her clit and she gasped, scraping her nails down his abdomen, her fingers finding the buttons of his pants.
“I’m yours,” she murmured into the hollow of his throat. “I will always be yours.”
Everinne made quick work of the buttons, nearly sighing in relief once the fullness of his cock sprang free. She glanced down, her mouth watering at the sight of him. It was a pity there was only one, for she could think of nothing better than to have him buried inside of her while she also took him into her mouth, if only such a thing were possible.
His groan was thunderous, a storm of burning need.
“Bleeding skies, Ever.” Atlas flipped them over, anchoring her above him. The green of his eyes was dark with crazed hunger as she crawled down the length of his muscled body, seating herself on his large thighs. “Trust if I had two cocks, I would fuck your mouth and your wet little cunt until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
“I wouldn’t need to remember my name. Only yours.” She gripped his length, working him gently, and his eyes rolled to the wooden ceiling above them.
