Page 89 of Flame and Fury

“Fuck. You’re soaked,” Atlas hisses out, slowly thrusting one finger and then a second.

Suddenly, I don’t care about anything but him. I let my wings free, a sob of pleasure escaping as they expand. Atlas runs his free hand down my wing, cursing when I clench around his fingers.

I press back into his hand with a moan. “More. Atlas. I need more.”

He removes his hand from between my thighs and grips my hip. His other hand drags down my wing until he’s fisting his cock and guiding it to my entrance. With one long stroke, Atlas pushes all the way inside me.

My face drops to the bed, and I grab at the comforter as Atlas rocks his hips. His fingers sink into the flesh of my hips as he fucks me in long, measured thrusts. Words fall from his lips. “So fucking beautiful. Take my cock so well. Dripping for me.”

Everything this man does to me is magic. I turn my face and groan into the blanket, my knees shaking at the building pleasure. Atlas catches me by the throat, pulling me upright. His teeth scrape over my shoulder, chased by his wicked tongue. He never stops fucking me, angling my head to claim a kiss while his body destroys me for anyone else. He slides his hand down my chest, pinching my nipple while his other hand curves around my waist and down my belly. His fingers move between my legs, rubbing slow circles on my clit until I’m trembling.

Atlas’s pace quickens until he’s slamming into me, and I fucking love it. My whole body shakes, even my wings tremble with the furiously building release. Atlas’s fingers speed up to match his thrusts and I cry out. Lights burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm slams through me. I stiffen and then shudder.

Atlas groans behind me. “That’s right, little bird. I can feel how hard you’re coming. I want more. I want it all.” Atlas never stops with his clever fingers. Somehow, I roll right into another climax more powerful than the first.

His hips falter, and he slams into me one more time before rasping out my name. We stay there, with his arms wrapped around me and my whole world in a haze of pleasure for a long time.

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Three days.It's three days until we hear from Hades. The Underground is doing some incredible things. Collecting goods and dispensing them to people in need. All of us helped pack up boxes of supplies that were handed out around the city yesterday. Interestingly enough, Estella has been helping out the most. There’s a renewed sense of purpose in her steps and despite being trapped in a safehouse, she seems really happy.

Today, we’re back to waiting. Atlas, Nico, Lark, Estella, and I have played card games and a half a dozen board games before we had to cut Lark off. She's sweet as candy in any normal situation, but go up against her in a game of Monopoly, and it's time to hide the kitchen knives.

Atlas is in the kitchen making breakfast while I watch from my seat at the island. He hasn’t bothered with a shirt, and his shorts are slung low. It’s completely unfair, and I can’t keep my eyes off him while he cooks for me. My stomach growls obscenely loud. Atlas smiles at me over his shoulder, and my insides melt.

Lark chuckles as she slides into the seat next to me. She’s wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts that hit below her knees. Her hair has been pulled up into two puffs on the top of her head.

“What?” I murmur.

“You have this dopey satisfied look on your face.”

I straighten in my seat. “No, I don’t.”

Lark hums as though she doesn’t buy it. Yeah, me either.

Atlas slides a plate in front of me.

Lark makes a choking sound, but I nearly cry. He’s made the pancakes into a blobby shape. I look up after I blink a few times and find Atlas rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t know how he remembered. We barely talked about how my dad used to make pancakes for me, but it means the world to me.

“Is that a penis?” Nico looks over my shoulder before he takes the open seat on my left.

Atlas’s lip curls in a snarl. “It’s a sword.”

Nico snorts. “Sure, it is.” To my right, Lark holds in her laughter.

“I love it.” I sigh before shoving a huge bite in my mouth.

Atlas's phone buzzes, giving us both a chance to breathe through the swell of emotions. The phone has been following us around from room to room in the house, moving from one table to the next so we can have eyes on it at all times. It's a toss-up who moves faster, me or Atlas. He gets to it first, but only because it’s on the counter next to him.

“Hello.” Atlas sounds breathless when he answers. I hurry around the island and push up next to him; our bodies flush while we listen. I'm doing my best to hear who's on the other end of the phone, but all I get is the faint noise of someone speaking. Atlas's free hand wraps around my waist, almost like it's second nature.

The past few days have been lovely and stressful and strange. We've been hiding out in a bubble that ignores the rest of the world. In here it's almost as though life is calm and there aren't any problems plaguing people. But just outside the edges of this seemingly perfect world is the knowledge that soon, we'll be going into battle. It's been a hum buzzing in the background that, until now, I've almost been successful at ignoring. This phone call has brought it all roaring back to the surface.

Atlas stares at me while he listens to the person on the other end of the phone. There’s a determined look on his face that’s familiar, and yet there’s something new there as well. He’s looking at me like I’m his everything. He believes in me. We aren't the kind of people who sit back and watch while the world burns. We light the match and then toss some kerosene on the whole damn thing.

“Are you sure?” Atlas asks. He’s lost his mask in the last few days. The one that hides all his emotions. He's been smiling at me, eyes sparkling with humor or desperation when he touches me.

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