FIFTEEN
ATLAS
Atlas leaned against the shower wall with one hand while the other pumped up and down his hard shaft. The image of Lilliane was in his mind as he groaned out his release.
This was getting tedious.
It was the tenth shower he’d taken in three days.
Having Lilliane around was amazing, but fuck. He could barely string two thoughts together from wanting her so much. He could barely be in the same room as her before his cock went hard.
He would stop hanging around the house now that they had the mate conversation.
It would be easier to deal with that way.
If he was around her, he would want to kiss her, touch her, and take her on every surface in his house. He couldn’t save her from Victor if he was too busy fucking her like the selfish prick he was.
He quickly finished his shower and shook his head at his reflection. Last night, he had arrived home just in time for Lilliane to go to bed.
“You don’t have to sleep in here if you don’t want to,” she had whispered, nervously shuffling on her feet.
“No way.” He closed the distance between them, took her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently before sliding in behind her, curling around her body. Through the thin sleep shorts and tank she wore, he could feel all her delicate, soft curves. His body was too aware that his mate was right there in his arms.
Lilliane squirmed, her ass grinding against his groin. He hissed out a breath. Why did he have to keep his hands to himself? Oh. Right. She had a stalker, and if he was too busy spending every waking hour worshiping her body, she would be in danger.
When he saved her, he could have her. Then he would deserve her.
Lilliane squirmed again, and he had nearly lost ten years off his life. “Please, Lilliane, stop squirming.”
“Oh,” she gasped, no doubt feeling his cock hardening against her ass. “Right. Sorry.”
“Hmm.”
She was motionless and quiet for two seconds. “Atlas? Are you asleep?”
“No. Why?”
“I need to move.”
“Why?”
“Because I know what’srightthere, and the reason I’m squirmy is because I really want to turn around and kiss you and maybe touch that thing that’s poking me. But you spent the day away, so I think maybe you’re mad at me. Maybe you don’t want to kiss me?”
“I spent the day making a plan to save you. When the prick is out of your life, you can kiss me all you want.”
“Then why must we snuggle?”
He chuckled. “Because I can’t resist you, Lilliane. Any reason to touch you.”
“Then touch me.”
“No. After. Later. When we know each other more.” He couldn’t tell her that she had to wait until he deserved her. She wouldn’t like that. She would talk him out of it. He had no doubt about that.
“But we already played that game, remember? We know each other. Really well. We’re mates, and we seem to get along. Why can’t we see if we’re sexually compatible? That’s really important when choosing a life partner,” she added with a teasing voice.
“Trouble,” he groaned. “Go. To. Sleep.”
“I can’t sleep. I’m wired.”
