Page 16 of Daring Her Vampires (Embracing The Bond #12)

Chapter Nine

Atlas

S ally insisted we sit on the same side of the booth.

The waitress was surprised but didn’t say anything.

I can still feel Sally’s shouts of excitement in my cock.

She was wiggling around, trusting the safety of my arms, and I loved it.

I look down at her hand on my leg. She’s looking at the menu, whispering to Luca.

Seeing her take charge of the situation was fascinating.

She is a mixture of a badass and a sensitive woman.

All the sides of her personality are alluring.

It was a tense situation. Her family depends on her.

Elijah knew she would take care of everything.

They trust her to know what to do, and she relishes the role.

I could see the love and respect she has with Saylor.

It was beautiful to see them together. I’ve never witnessed a birth, and it’s hard to believe they all shared the moment as if it wasn’t a big deal.

She melted when she held the baby, making me want to see her with our children.

I can’t say I’ve wished for kids. Meeting Sally, I realize I can have that.

We could raise children together. A picture of Sally pregnant skates through my head, and I smile.

She would be stunning. It’s a dream I didn’t think I was allowed to have.

For a long time, I didn’t even know having babies was possible for a vampire.

I thought you had to be turned. I certainly didn’t know we could have a shifter mate.

I wonder what the baby would be like. Will it be half vampire, half shifter, like Sally will be when we bond?

“Atlas, your turn,” Sally says, and I blink. The waitress is staring at me.

“Three cheeseburgers. Three fries.”

She stares some more.

“My boyfriends are hungry.” Sally grins and passes her the menus.

“Right,” she mutters and walks away with a frown.

“She’s so confused.” Sally laughs.

“Do you care what she thinks?” I ask, and she caresses my thigh.

“Fuck no,” she says. “I stopped caring about other people's opinions a long time ago.”

“Good,” Luca states. “I’m not going to stop touching you in public.”

“Touch all you want, boyfriend.” She kisses his cheek.

“Do you want children?” I ask, and she jerks. “Shit, sorry. It was startling to see a child being born.” I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but the point of having a date is to get to know each other.

“I do,” she answers softly. “Do you?” She stares into my eyes cautiously.

“I never thought it was possible. Being a father is tempting. We didn’t have a great example growing up.” I turn, leaning against the wall, bending my knee. “I think I would be a good father.”

“I’m glad. I didn’t think I would be able to have children. As the years passed, I gave up on the idea.” She curls her fingers over my knee and then looks at my brother. “Luca, what about you?”

“I would love our baby,” he rumbles, and Sally sighs. “I don’t want to be in the room when you have them, though.”

“What? Why?” she gasps.

“It looks painful as fuck,” he says. “I’d punch the doctor.”

“Luca, you would not,” she denies with a laugh.

“Totally would. You saw her push the baby out, right?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Brother?”

“I kind of agree. It doesn’t look fun,” I say.

“Women have been doing it since the beginning of time. That’s why we are so tough. That’s also why men don’t have the ability. You would crumble at the first hint of a cramp,” she points out.

“I’m not going to disagree.” I hold up my hands.

“Good. Remember those words for the future,” she teases. We stop talking as the waitress brings our food. Sally’s meal looks tiny compared to the food Luca and I ordered. “They’re big boys,” Sally comments, wiggling her eyebrows. The woman blinks, blushes, and hustles away.

“Fuck, you are amazing,” Luca says, picking up his burger.

“Thank you.” She dips her fry. “Remember that too.”

“Do you think your visions have increased since we met?” I ask, and she pauses, taking a bite.

“Yes. It’s never been so frequent and clear.” She takes a bite. “When I have them, they are usually while I’m sleeping. Sometimes they come while I’m awake, but it’s infrequent.”

“Did you have any about us?” Luca asks.

“I did.” She stares at her plate.

“What were they about?” I ask, but I have a good idea what.

“I never saw your faces.”

“Sex dreams,” Luca says, and takes a drink.

“Luca,” she scolds.

“What? You can call us your boyfriends in front of the server, but I can’t say sex dreams?” He raises his eyebrows.

“You’re right,” she laughs. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t, Tricks.”

“It was beautiful, though,” she sighs.

“You would be stunning holding our child,” Luca says, and continues to eat. I see Sally’s hand shaking. She gathers herself.

“I know,” she says.

“Do you like working for Quinn?” I slide my free hand into the rip in her jeans, cupping the inside of her thigh. I don’t miss the smell of her heat at the contact.

“It’s interesting. Seeing the women he helps is sad yet heartwarming.

They come to him at the lowest point in their life.

I wish I would have had someone to turn to growing up.

I like the work we do. Quinn’s a good guy.

We didn’t get along great in the beginning.

” She chuckles. “I could say the same thing about many of the family.”

“What do you mean?” Luca asks, putting his arm behind her.

“I had a rough start with Bash. He found me annoying,” she huffs.

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Luca says.

“We have found mutual respect, even if he still finds me annoying sometimes.” She licks her fingers, drawing our eyes to her tongue.

“What changed?” Luca asks as he plays with her hair.

“He is very protective of the group. He may not show it, but he loves deeply.” She sips her drink, wrapping her tongue around the straw to bring it to her mouth. She glances at me and then at Luca. “I think he realized I want the same things as he does. Safety. Protection. Family.”

“Isn’t that what we all want?” I ask, flexing my hand. Her skin feels good against mine. Her leg is warm, and I see a dot of sweat on her temple.

“It should be,” she says, dabbing her napkin on the corner of her mouth.

“We always had each other,” Luca says, moving his hand to the back of her neck, resting it there. “But we missed having our mom. Dad was an asshole, but I always wished he would change.”

“He couldn’t change,” I mutter and kiss Sally’s temple. She narrows her eyes but doesn’t say anything. “He had an addiction.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. Our dads were very similar,” she says, pressing her hand lightly to my chest. “You guys will be great fathers.” She kisses Luca briefly.

“Are you done?” I ask.

“I’m full.” She grins, stretching her arms over her head, rolling her hands together.

“Uh-huh.” Luca narrows his eyes on her breasts, throwing down his napkin on his plate.

“Let’s go.” I take my hand out of her pants, and Luca stands, grabbing her hand to help her up. I stop at the front and pay.

Luca guides Sally out the door and to a car.

“Wait.” She stops as he opens the back door. “Whose car is this?”

“I ordered it when you were licking your fingers,” he informs her. “You were too busy making our cocks hard with your flirting.” Her mouth opens and snaps shut.

“Inside, Little Bunny,” I say, stepping behind her. Luca walks to the driver's side and gets behind the wheel.

“Does your hand burn from the heat of my skin?” she asks, smirking.

“Yes.” I push her back. She crawls inside, pausing to make sure I get a good look at her ass. “It works both ways.” I slap her ass and she squeals. I follow her into the back, enjoying her glare as she rubs her ass.

“No fair,” she pouts.

“All is fair, Tricks.” Luca starts the car.

“Do you like my moves, boyfriend?” she asks Luca.

“My favorite is the straw trick,” he replies as he pulls away from the curb.

“I like the hand to the chest,” I state. “It’s tender, yet tempting.”

“You guys are so funny.” She crosses her arms, and I hold in my laugh.

“Come here, Little Bunny,” I rasp, running my knuckle down her arm.

“I’m not in the mood,” she sighs.

“Bullshit,” Luca says.

“You're supposed to be a gentleman and not point it out,” she scolds, her lips twitching.

“I’ll make it better,” I promise, and she turns to me.

“How?” she asks, lifting a brow.

“I can make you come.”

Her scent fills the car.

“I’m listening.” She tilts her head.

“I can use my fingers,” I whisper. “Or my mouth.” I motion to the armrest between the seats. “I can lay you between the seats. Luca will have to concentrate on the road. Your sweet moans that close to him will drive him to distraction.” I drop my arm to her thigh. “Interested?”

She taps her lips. “It sounds promising.”

“Luca will drive around until you come. Depending on how fast I can make you.”

Her eyes flare.

“I won’t beg,” she says, lifting her chin.

“Of course not.” I wait. She wants me to beg.

“I accept the proposition,” she announces.

“I appreciate the sacrifice.” I nod solemnly.

She slides across the seat, watching me. I grab her hips as I meet her in the middle. She straddles me, and I brace one of my arms high on her back. Lying her down so her head is in between the seats, I slowly remove my hand.

“Ready, Little Bunny?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her steady, and use my other hand to unbutton her pants.

Her breath hitches as I lower the zipper.

I’m grateful she’s little. I can move her with one arm, and the car isn’t that big.

Sliding my hand inside the side of her jeans, I push down until her hip is bare.

I do the same to the other side, and keep working the fabric down until it is around her thighs.

Lifting her left leg, she holds it steady while I slide one side of her pants down. I stare at her pussy, licking my lips.

“Fuck,” Luca mutters, and I look up. Sally’s hand disappeared around him. “Do you want me to wreck, woman?”

“Keep your eyes on the road, brother.” Her arm moves, and he groans. Our mate is good at distraction. I pull up with my arms, and she gasps. I suck on her clit once and then blow on her wet flesh. “Beautiful.”

“Atlas,” she groans.

“Are you begging?”

“Fuck no.”

“It kind of sounded like it.”

She growls and I enjoy the shit out of it.

“I could stay in this position all night and not beg,” she says, touching her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “Luca feels like silk over steel.”

“Tricks,” Luca hisses.

“You're very wet,” I say, rubbing my knuckle over her. “I don’t think you can last much longer.” We stare at each other, waiting to see who breaks first. I have a feeling our mate would wait all night.

Her taste is delicious, and I want more.

Some things are more important than winning a bet, and I did promise to make her come.

I dip my head, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and lick. Her eyelids flutter, but she holds on. My stubborn mate. She may bring me to my knees, and I’ll be grateful to be there. I break our stare and dive in, sucking on her clit, and her hips jerk.

“Damn,” she moans.

Gliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, I don’t stop until I thrust a finger inside her. She tries to hold still, but fails. Her head drops back, and her body tenses. I add another finger and stretch her.

“You're so warm, Little Bunny,” I breathe over her, watching my fingers disappear inside her. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

“Atlas,” she cries.

“I think I can make you come in five minutes,” I say, and her wild eyes narrow.

“Bet,” she growls.

“If I do, we get to sleep in your bed tonight.” I’ve never laughed while with a woman.

“Deal,” she says. “If you can’t, you have to beg me to let you.”

“Agreed.”

“Can you stop fucking around?” Luca grumbles. I can see Sally’s wrist moving.

Instead of answering, I glide in and out of her, gaining speed. Her eyes close and I concentrate on making her squeeze the fuck out of my fingers. I use my fingers, my tongue, and my teeth to bring her to the edge. She pulses, and I know she’s close.

“Just wait until you see this pretty pussy, brother,” I growl, and her eyes pop open. “She tastes like cherries.”

“I can’t wait,” he says, and her eyes flutter.

“She’s tight as fuck,” I add, and she whimpers.

“Her pussy is throbbing.” I lightly bite her hip as I curl my fingers, dragging them over her G-spot.

Her hips thrash as I hit it just right, and I continue to, over and over.

“I want to see you cover my fingers,” I encourage, knowing my words affect her the most.

“Atlas, yes, do that again,” she says.

“Begging?” I tease, but do as she asks.

“Never,” she groans. “Encouraging enthusiastically.”

I laugh abruptly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.

” I glide my fang over her clit before sucking.

She tightens, pulling my fingers deeper, and I move faster.

I get her to the point she can no longer hold on, and her cries echo through the car.

I don’t stop, letting her ride out the orgasm until the very end and even beyond.

She melts against the console, a little smile on her face.

“We win,” I announce, gently pulling her up into my arms. She collapses against my chest, and I rub circles across her back.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the time,” she pouts.

“Luca?” I ask.

“Brother, her hand was rubbing my cock. Her moans were ringing in the air. You think I was looking at the fucking clock?” He stops the car in front of her apartment building.

“I concede defeat,” she says, propping her chin on my chest. Her eyes are heavy and satisfied. “You win.”

“No begging tonight.” I grin.

I got to taste my mate. Luca got to hear her and have her hand on his cock. Sally came and is sleepy in my arms.

We all win.