Page 29 of For the First Time
“Yes, oh, fuck—Atlas.Yes, please don’t stop.”The orgasm was growing at a ridiculous rate, rising inside me to the point that I was almost panicked with the idea that Atlas would stop, would change his habit, but he continued.Even to the point that I worried he couldn’t breathe.Still, he didn’t stop, and when he added his free hand to press down on my clit—I exploded.
I screamed, desperate to let the pressure of the pleasure finally escape my body.Atlas didn’t stop, continuing just as he had before until my body became oversensitive.I gasped out his name, trying to draw his attention as I pulled on his hair, but he just growled again, somehow lapping at me even harder like he was trying to take every drop of slick and cum from me.
His scent was perfuming in the air so strongly, it was likehe’dgotten off.Not me.My own scent was just barely lingering on my skin, having fought through the descenter to appear.
“Atlas.”I barely got his name out.My brain was finally at peace for the first time in weeks and I wanted to bask in the lack of stress and anxiety in my system.I’d almost forgotten what calm felt like.Except, Atlas wasn’t stopping.He was still licking at me, his fingers working inside me like he was trying for a second orgasm.It wasn’t possible.
When I shoved his head away, he barely moved, simply bit my inner thigh like a reprimand and then went back to my core.My clit was sore, the bundle of nerves throbbing from the expense of pleasure I just endured, so when Atlas sucked on it, the pain and pleasure mixed together.
“Mine,” he growled.“You’re fucking mine.This pussy is mine.”
He finally pulled back, letting me have a break from the pleasure.The look in his eyes was anything but calm.His chin was shining with my arousal, and he didn’t even look up to meet my gaze.He was still focused between my thighs like he was riveted with it.
I tried to push my legs together, to block his gaze and pull his attention back up to me, except his hands shot out, grabbing my knees and keeping me apart.
“I told you this pussy was mine, pet.Don’t try to take it away from me.”He unbuckled his silver belt, tossing it so that I heard the buckle thud against the ground.“Or else I might get the crazy idea to mark what’s mine.”He shoved his pants and his boxers down, unable to get them past his knees as he knelt on the bed, not that his jeans seem to be a deterrent.
When he reached for my hips, sliding me closer, he allowed his body to fall forward until he was draping over me.Our upper halves were still clothed, his jeans were still technically on.None of that stopped him from pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance.I felt his blunt head, felt the heat from his length that he wasn’t pressing into me yet.
His body was tense, almost shaking as he held himself over me.“I want to sink inside you so badly.Want to coat your insides with my cum, mark you up with my teeth.I can’t stand knowing you’ll leave here without my claim.”His forehead pressed against mine as he squeezed his eyes shut, looking like he was in pain.
I wanted to help him, I just didn’t know how.
“Let me claim you, pet.”
“What?”I was sure I’d misheard him.Claiming could sometimes just be sexual, like coming on a partner’s stomach or taking their ass if they were an anal virgin.I knew all about claimings.
“Let me claim you.Bite my teeth into you.Mark you forever as mine.”
I didn’t have words.Any words.My body, which had been nice and relaxed moments ago, was tense.I pressed on his shoulders, and slowly, Atlas obliged, creating distance between us.Or, at least our chests.His cock was still out, still barely pressing against my core like he was ready to thrust inside me at any moment.
Just like the rest of Atlas, his cock was beautiful.His tip was wet, his slick leaking and soaking his length.He produced so much to help ease his way into whichever hole he used.
I crawled back, only getting so far before Atlas pinned my ankles, not letting me escape more.Being half-dressed was no longer erotic.I felt awkward with my legs on display, with the cool air hitting between them.
The blanket under us was puffy and thick.I reached for the edge, doing my best to cover my lower body.
“I’m sorry, pet.”Atlas shook his head.“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You didn’t.”
He lifted an impervious brow.“That so?Then why are you hiding from me?”
“I just—you said—”
“I know.I should have talked to you about it first.Sometimes I forget how little we know each other.”
I’d thought that, too.I’d never met a pack like Wilder before.And I’d met plenty of packs.None of them had called to me like this one had.Their scents, their sweetness.It was more than just their looks.It was the way they cared for me, giving me so much attention, that we didn’t feel like strangers.The texts and the meals together and the gifts and their flirting and the kisses and the way they were excited to see me every morning and disappointed when I left each night.
“Stay here.”Atlas was up, off the bed before I could even ask where he was going.He didn’t leave the room completely, going to the large walk-in closet that looked like it might have been the size of my entire bedroom in my apartment.
I got up, looking around for my pants and underwear.The former was easy, although the latter took a moment.I was tying the fabric around my hips as Atlas returned, a box in his hand.A jewelry box.
I stared down at it, not recognizing the brand’s name.I didn’t reach for it.
“What’s that?”I couldn’t stop staring at the box.It wasn’t ring size, not that I’d think that two alphas and an omega would do the beta tradition of marriage.It looked like it would be perfect for a necklace—large, but thin.
“You’d have to open it to find out, pet.That’s what a present is.”
