LILLIANE
Lilliane hugged Atlas tightly, her wet, slippery skin sliding against his. She tracked all of his injuries that were already healing. “I can’t believe it’s over,” she whispered in the foggy shower. The hot water filled the stall with thick fog, but they’d been in there a little while already, washing the fight from each other’s bodies.
We won.
Atlas held her closer. “It’s done. He’s dusted. It took a while for his body to disintegrate, but it turned to dust. He’s gone. It’s done.”
“Thanks for keeping me safe,” Lilliane whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m sorry I brought trouble to you and the pack,” she said.
“Nah. You brought life. You brought the future. If it wasn’t for you Longborn sisters fighting your father and the council, I never would’ve met you. I call you trouble because that’s what you brought into my life.”
“I thought it was because I’m high maintenance.”
He chuckled. “Well, there’s that. But it’s also because you’re dangerous to my concentration and self-control.”
“I’m not asking you to be in control, Atlas. That’s on you.” She kissed her way down his neck, down his muscular chest. She dropped to her knees, and he groaned her name. “What are you doing, trouble?”
“Earning my name,” she whispered before she kissed the tip of his cock. His fingers locked in her hair. “Lilliane,” he rasped. “Fuck, darling. So good.” She looked up at him, and he watched her hollow out her cheeks to suck him deeper. His grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her off his erection.
“Don’t want to come in your mouth.” He pulled her to her feet, pressed her into the shower wall, and kissed her throat. He followed the water drops down her breasts, twirling his tongue around one nipple, then the other. He tugged on the second, nibbling it while one of his hands parted her folds.
He found wet heat there, her slick arousal allowing one of his long fingers to press into her. She groaned and arched into him. “Atlas,” she cried.
“You’re safe, and you’re mine. It’s over. And I wanna feel you coming on my cock. Really celebrate that you’re mine.” He pulled his hand away, making her gasp in displeasure. He was quick to pick her up, wrapping her arms around his neck to press her against the wall.
His erection pushed against her. He ground into her, making both of them groan in anticipation. “Can I come inside you?” he rasped against her throat. He slid an inch inside her, just keeping the head in a teasing state. She clenched and arched against him, gasping when her efforts were only rewarded with another inch. “Atlas,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Gotta tell me, trouble. Can I come inside you?”
“Always, Atlas.” She clenched around him and grabbed his neck to kiss him. Her mouth parted for his tongue, and as he explored her mouth, he slid inside her with ease. He bottomed out, making them groan. “It’s so good, trouble. Always so fucking good.”
They moved together until Lilliane was completely lost to pleasure. Atlas knew how to move, where to touch, where to kiss, where to bite. Her core clenched down on his erection as he continued to drive into her. She held onto him, holding him close as she went over the edge, crying his name.
Atlas kept moving inside her through the flutters of her release. He took deep kisses from her mouth as he turned off the water, then wrapped them in a thick and plush towel before walking them to their bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, careful of keeping her seated on top of him. On the bed, straddling her mate, Lilliane went over the edge again.
He drove into her again and again. His lips never left her skin. He licked and kissed every inch of her chest. He sucked one nipple and sent her careening into passion again. As she ground her hips into him, chasing the hot white pleasure burning through her, he growled her name.
He held her closer and ran his teeth along her collarbone. He bucked up, reaching deep inside her, and emptied himself. “Oh, Lilliane,” he groaned. “Fuck, trouble.” He laid his head against her shoulder and tried to catch his breath.
“This is it,” she whispered, looking deep into his eyes. “Our life can begin now.”
He grinned at her. “Yeah. About time, too.” He tilted her forward to press his mouth to hers. “You wanna have pancakes to celebrate?”
She giggled. “Yup. We should, but about that mural,” she whispered against his cheek.
He pulled away from her. “What about it? Do you want to start it tomorrow?”
She laughed. “Yeah.”
“I just want to make it really clear to everyone that the vampires can’t hurt us anymore. It’s all over. We can move on and think about the future.”
“Well, we vamps can’t hurt you because wejoinedyou,” she pointed out. He pinched her hip and kissed her. “Is that how you think this went down?”
“Yeah,” she laughed.
