Page 69 of Hexmate

“Why not?” I challenged, surprising myself with my boldness. I was usually the shy one, the hesitant one, but something about our impending confrontation with Rowan made me reckless. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? What we both want.”

Atlas’s hands clamped around my waist, lifting me effortlessly and spinning us around. He sat me on one of the benches, his basketball shorts tented obscenely. “Turn around,” he commanded, voice rough.

I complied, heart hammering as I braced my hands on the cool metal of the bench. Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as Atlas shoved his shorts down. His hot palm pressed against the small of my back, pushing me into a deeper arch.

“We don’t have time to do this properly,” Atlas growled, his voice strained with restraint. “But I can’t wait. Not after seeing you watching me like that.”

I reached back, twirling my fingers through the air. All at once my hand filled with a sticky clear substance that I’d used on him more than once. Natural aloe always made an excellent lube, and plants were my specialty after all.

“Do it,” I urged, arching my back further and smearing the viscous fluid over my aching hole. “We’ve got a villain to catch tonight, so don’t hold back.”

His laugh was dark and promising. “Careful what you wish for, Caden.” He leaned close, his thick cockhead coming to rest against my hole. “But I won’t hurt you.”

The snap of Atlas’s hand slapping my ass echoed in the empty locker room. Atlas was always gentle, but he knew I didn’t want gentle right now. I just wanted him. That didn’t stop him from working me open with practiced efficiency that made my toes curl against the tiled floor.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, adding a second finger alongside the first. “Always so tight for me.”

My arms trembled as he curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. A moan escaped me, embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

“That’s it,” Atlas encouraged, his free hand gripping my hip with bruising force. “Let me hear you.”

A third finger joined the others, stretching me with a delicious burn that had me rocking back against his hand. The flowers sprouting along the lockers multiplied, their sweet scent filling the air as my magic responded to my arousal.

“Atlas, please,” I begged, past caring how desperate I sounded. “I’m ready.”

He withdrew his fingers, and I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance once more. Even after all our times together, the size of him still made me catch my breath. It was nothing compared to his Alpha form though, and I’d taken that. So, I was confident I’d be fine. He pushed forward slowly, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back as he eased inside.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “That’s it, Caden. Take me.”

I exhaled slowly, relaxing around him as he sank deeper. The sensation of being filled so completely sent shivers racing up my spine. When he was fully seated, we both paused, panting.Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mirroring my own, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to overwhelm us both. The vines along the lockers thickened, small white flowers blooming in response to my pleasure.

“We don’t have much time,” I reminded him, voice breaking as he shifted slightly inside me.

Atlas growled in response, pulling back until just the tip remained before driving forward again. The bench beneath us creaked with the force of his thrust.

“Then I’ll make it count,” he promised, setting a punishing pace that had me clutching the bench for support.

Each powerful thrust pushed me forward, and I braced myself against the cool metal. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty locker room, punctuated by our mingled groans. Atlas’s fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he claimed me with a possessiveness that made my cock throb painfully.

“Mine,” he growled, leaning over my back to nip at my shoulder. His teeth grazed my skin, not breaking the surface but reminding me of what he could do if he wanted. “My witch. My mate.”

“Yours,” I gasped, the word barely audible as pleasure built at the base of my spine. “And you’re mine too. My mate. My familiar.”

Atlas growled at that, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he redoubled his efforts, driving into me with renewed passion. The bench beneath us groaned in protest.

“Always,” he panted against my ear. “Always yours.”

His hand snaked around to grasp my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure spiraling through me with such intensity that my magic flared wildly. The flowers along thelockers burst into full bloom, vines creeping across the ceiling and down the walls, turning the harsh locker room into a verdant paradise.

“Atlas,” I moaned, feeling my climax approaching rapidly. “I’m close?—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against my neck. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, and that was all it took. I came with a cry, spilling over his fingers as my body clenched around him. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure spike in response to mine, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

With a guttural growl that was more wolf than human, Atlas pressed deep inside me and came, his cock pulsing as he filled me, his cum hot and thick inside me. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath hot against my sweat-slicked skin as we both trembled with aftershocks.

For a moment, we stayed like that, connected and breathless. The vines around us rustled softly, petals drifting down to land on our entwined bodies. Atlas pressed gentle kisses along my spine, a stark contrast to the rough claiming of moments before.

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