Page 48 of Midnight Deception

“If you even touch my dick right now, I’m going to lose it, and when I come for the first time with you, I want it to be inside you.”

The dirty words make me squirm beneath him, and I don’t know how he has enough control or sense to speak. I can’t even formulate a reply in my mind, let alone aloud, so I wrap my arms around him and try to pull him down.

My bond swells within me then, reaching out to Nicolai and igniting his own. I watch as his pupils dilate and he surges down to kiss me, his cock nudging against my entrance. He pushes in with one hard thrust. Biting down on his lip at the stretch, I moan loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders.

Our bodies take over as we descend into frenzied kisses, our hands grasping and touching whatever we can get a hold of. At some point, Nicolai wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck and leaving small, stinging bites as we chase our pleasure. It’s fast, dirty, and rough, and I know once the bond settles between us, we’ll be able to take our time getting to know each other’s bodies.

The pleasure builds higher and higher. I’m on the cusp of orgasming when he bites down on my shoulder, marking me in the way of werewolves. Bliss slams into me, triggering Nicolai’s own orgasm as my pussy clenches around him. With a groan, he comes inside me, spilling his seed as the bond wraps around us, pulling us further into bliss.

Breathless, he pulls from me, collapsing on the bed beside me before pulling my body up against his as the bond settles, and the afterglow keeps our bodies warm. My heart feels like it’s going to explode with happiness, our bond feeling right in my chest, like it was there all along.

Kissing my forehead, he nuzzles against my hair. “This is where I’m supposed to be. Here, with you.”

Smiling, I nod against his chest, but I can’t help the small voice in the back of my mind whispering that I hope he’s right and doesn’t live to regret his decision.

ChapterEighteen

My bond hums in my chest, bringing a sleepy smile to my lips as I burrow against the warm body of my mate.

Once we bonded, Nicolai spent the rest of the day and night worshipping my body, taking his time getting to know each and every part of me. I’d taken just as much joy in exploring him and working out which areas made him groan beneath me, but now, I’m exhausted and a little sore from our frenzied joining. I can feel him in my chest, and I know this is all real, that he’s truly here. I still don’t understand how or what happened, and I know things are going to get messy, but for this quiet, blissful moment, I’m going to enjoy it.

However, as I murmur happily and take a deep breath of my mate’s scent, I realise that something feels off. Refusing to open my eyes, I extend my senses to try to figure out why I feel this way. My bond is happily preening inside me, and that’s when I sense it. There’s not one, but two of my mates currently in this room, and I didn’t sense the second immediately because our bond isn’t yet complete.

Eyes flying open, I turn around and find Atlas staring down at us with a sneer on his lips. He looks furious. I can see all the muscles standing out in his neck, his fists balled tightly at his sides as he tries to hold himself back.

My instant reaction is to jump up and cover myself. Large expanses of my creamy skin are on show where the blankets have shifted, making it clear that I’m naked below them. Given the way I was wrapped around Nicolai, it’s not hard to work out what we’d been doing. However, instead of acting guilty and trying to cover myself up, I force myself to calmly turn so I’m facing him. I have nothing to hide or feel bad about. Nicolai is my mate. We’re destined to be together, just like Atlas and I are.

Nicolai grumbles behind me as I shift, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me against his hard body. This doesn’t sit well with Atlas, his eyes flashing with anger, locking in on where my mate’s hand is touching me.

Baring his teeth in a way that makes him seem more werewolf than witch, he drags his eyes from Nicolai and locks them on me, giving me the full force of his rage.

“Get up.”

He’s not spoken to me like this since I was first brought here, and part of me fears that finding me like this might have just pushed us back to square one. Given his background and issues with werewolves, we’d gotten pretty far, and I think part of him even wanted to trust me. Now, though, I’m not so sure. Again, I don’t feel guilty for completing the bond with Nicolai, but I do regret how Atlas found out about it. I know how this is going to look to him. Even so, the harsh tone of his voice makes me wince.

“Atlas—”

Nicolai’s protective instincts wake him up, cutting off my quiet words as he sits upright behind me.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snarls, wrapping an arm protectively around my waist, his body practically vibrating with anger as he glares up at Atlas.

This is bad. I need to find a way to diffuse this. Placing my hand on Nicolai’s knee, I press against him, hoping he understands that I’m silently begging him not to get up. If he does, it will only escalate the situation, and the last thing I need right now is to break up a fight.

Indignant, Atlas shifts his eyes to the male behind me, taking in his arm around me. “I’m her fucking mate, and if you don’t remove your arms from her, I’m going to rip them off.”

The low threat is said like a promise, but Nicolai doesn’t give a shit, instead holding me tighter.

“I’m her mate too, asshole.” Cupping my cheek, he guides my head around so I’m looking over my shoulder at him. I can feel his confusion via the bond, but the overriding emotion I sense is the need to protect me. “Is he telling the truth?” he asks quietly, ignoring the fuming witch. “He’s your mate?”

Taking a deep breath, I nod slowly. “We’ve not completed the bond, but yes, Atlas is also my mate.”

If I thought Nicolai would be upset by this information, then I would have been disappointed, as he just nods his head, understanding I have little say in this. I can feel some frustration coming from him, but I get the sense that it’s not with me and more because he’s already decided he doesn’t like the other male.

The feeling seems to be mutual.

“Of course the captive is your mate,” Atlas scoffs, and when I turn around to look at him, he’s shaking his head in disgust. I’m about to tell him to explain himself, the presence inside me stirring at his use of the wordcaptive, but he beats me to it.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted, get up,” he orders, and with a sigh, I start to swing my legs around and off the bed, looking around for my clothing. It’ll be better if I just go with him and talk this through, and I can hopefully diffuse the situation. Having the two of them together in a small space whilst I’m naked is just making things worse.

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