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Chapter 20

Aiden

A tlas had read porn for me, and holy shit, it must have been some good porn. I was also feeling emotional—in a good way—that he had stopped and checked in the moment I had said something, even if I hadn’t meant “stop” in a bad way.

I smiled dopily as he climbed up my body, kissing his way along every inch of skin and stopping to lick at my nipples, making me moan. My ass was still elevated on a pillow, and it was pretty comfortable, although I giggled a bit thinking that I was definitely gonna need to wash the pillowcase. Atlas was smiling, and I could feel his hard cock rub against my skin as he moved up to my mouth, giving me a soft kiss.

“I’ve never done this before,” Atlas admitted. “You have to tell me how it feels.”

I smiled and caressed his hair. “Of course I will. Although I think the porn Liam sent you must have been pretty good stuff.”

I thought I would be more nervous, but it was Atlas, and he was learning right along with me.

I loved the feel of his naked body on mine, and I was suddenly glad that clothing had so often stayed on when…

Atlas bit my neck, breaking my thoughts, and I hugged him to me tightly, kissing at his neck and making him moan.

“I’m just really thankful for you,” I said, feeling a little teary, but not in a sad way.

He picked his head up and looked at me. “I am thankful every moment for you, my mate.”

He leaned down and kissed me again, our lips soft and gentle despite the urgency I was feeling. Because fuck, Atlas was really good at doing, well, everything. He sat up then, grabbing the bottle of lube, and he proceeded to take the cap off.

“I think it probably has a squeeze top…” I started, but too late.

Atlas literally poured the lube on his dick. I couldn’t help giggling again, but he just smiled widely at me, not at all upset that I was laughing at him, which only made me giggle harder. Lube was dripping off his dick, and we definitely weren’t gonna be sleeping on this comforter.

“I don’t think…” I started again, but then he was pouring the lube on my ass, and I gasped in surprise. “Atlas!” I half yelled, half laughed.

He was still grinning though, and although it felt pretty damn messy, when he started rubbing it in, it also felt pretty damn good.

He pushed a finger in, watching my face as he found that magical spot that felt weird but also sent sparks through me. He leaned down and licked my dick as he rubbed me.

“Holy shit, Atlas,” I groaned. I felt a fullness as another finger went in. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it felt… sort of uncomfortable? But then his tongue did something on my dick that made my whole body tingle, and suddenly the fingers in my ass didn’t quite matter as much.

At some point I think he must have put a third finger in, because there was more pressure, but not in a bad way—it was starting to feel really good. His fingers were gliding in and out, and he was licking around the head of my dick and occasionally mouthing my balls.

“Atlas, I want you inside me,” I groaned.

I barely blinked before his fingers were out of me and he was leaning over me. He stared into my eyes as he guided himself into me. There were flames dancing in them, and I tried to keep my own eyes open, but the feel of him pressing in was simply too much, and I threw my head back, moaning.

Fingers were good, but this was Atlas , and he was inside me . He slowly pushed in, leaning down to sniff and lick at my neck, and I wrapped my legs and arms around him. He stilled when he was pressed up against me.

“My god, you’re so deep,” I muttered.

“I’m inside you, my mate. A part of you,” he growled in my ear.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, my hard cock jumping against his abs.

“Fucking. Yes,” Atlas replied, and then he started moving.

It felt amazing—his skin was rubbing against my dick steadily, giving me pleasure there too. He picked his head up and I looked into his eyes, and all I could see was love and passion.

He grabbed my hips, angling them up a little bit, and then—holy fuck. He hit that bundle of nerves with his dick, and I gasped, warmth and tingles shooting through my whole body.

“There,” I cried, and Atlas continued to stare at me as he thrust into me, getting quicker and quicker, pressing against that spot every time. Then something was curling around my dick, tightly holding onto it, only one hand was supporting him and one hand was on my hips.

“Atlas!” I cried out again.

He smirked at me, muttering, “Just my tail.”

Not just anything, because oh my god. My ass was full, my dick was being massaged by his tail as it gently squeezed and rubbed, and Atlas was everywhere around me. His skin, his scent, his burning eyes.

My eyes widened as it felt like he got… bigger. Thicker. He was suddenly stretching inside me.

“Atlas?” I gasped.

He stopped moving, that thickness just outside my hole.

“Don’t stop!” I demanded, pressing him closer with my arms and legs.

His gaze didn’t leave mine as he pushed against me, impossibly big, holy shit. I was so full, stretched so wide, and then that thickness was all the way inside me, and it was hitting that spot again, pressing against it, massaging it as he slowly moved.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt, like my entire body was being massaged from the inside. All that existed was that bundle of nerves, and it was overtaking every part of me, like the rest of my body was just floating and every nerve I had was centered in that one spot.

“I love you, Atlas,” I cried out, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. It was too intense, and I felt like I was about to leave my body.

“I love you, my mate, and I want to mark and claim you,” he said, his eyes wild and burning.

“Yes,” I gasped, because suddenly I wanted that too. I didn’t know how he would mark me, but I didn’t care—I needed it.

He leaned down and bit me hard, just below my neck by my shoulder, and a wave of pleasure exploded outward. My orgasm crashed through my entire body, causing me to spasm and shake and cry out as I was completely overwhelmed.

I heard Atlas cry out as well, and it felt like he swelled even bigger, making my orgasm go on and on as my prostate was relentlessly massaged. He was filling me up, and the idea was unbelievably erotic. I grasped him tighter as our pleasure washed through us, overwhelming everything.

We stayed entwined together, even as the intensity slowly faded. At some point, I let my legs fall away because they were shaky, and Atlas’s dick slipped out of my ass. He rolled me over so I was laying on top of him, and though I knew we were probably covered in my cum, I couldn’t seem to manage the energy to care.

I rubbed my face against his hot, firm skin, smelling the unique scent that was Atlas. Maybe there was something to this whole sniffing thing, because Atlas smelled like safety and home. I drifted off to sleep with that thought in my head and a full feeling in my heart.

* * *

I was in Helene’s office, only I knew I wasn’t actually in Helene’s office, because I was still laying in bed with Atlas sleeping next to me. The whole bed was in Helene’s office.

Weird. Maybe I had some emotional baggage that my subconscious wanted to unpack? I sat up, tucking the sheets around me—no need for Helene to get an eyeful, even if it was just a dream.

She was sitting in her chair, her glasses on and her hair in a messy bun. She looked up from her notebook, smiling at me. Only, she didn’t look quite… right? Her face was more angular and looked flawless, almost like a statue. Her hair was darker, and it was almost like it was moving gently, and…

“Helene, do you have wings?” I asked.

She took off her glasses, replying, “I always think the glasses make me look more human, but I don’t suppose I need them with these in view.” She flared her dark, inky black wings out slightly before tucking them back in.

“They’re very lovely wings,” I said, because somehow that seemed important to mention.

“Thank you, Aiden,” she answered, smiling at me. “You’ve always been so polite and such a pleasure to work with.”

I smiled at that, and then I asked, “Am I upset after having sex with Atlas?”

She cocked her head. “Are you?”

I stopped and took stock. I didn’t feel upset. I felt good. Happy. Warm. Safe. “I don’t think so,” I finally answered.

“I’m glad you thought about it,” she said. “I want you to know that you feel good now, but it’s perfectly normal to have uncomfortable feelings about this later. The most important thing is to talk about them, especially with Atlas. He’ll want to give you whatever you need, whether that’s space or cuddling.”

I nodded my head.

“This also doesn’t mean that you’ll feel this way every time. Every sexual encounter will vary, but you have a loving and respectful mate who will always honor whatever you need. Remember that communication is the most important thing,” she said.

I nodded again. She was just staring at me, so I finally asked, “If I feel ok after sex, why am I dreaming about you?”

She laughed lightly. “Not everything is about sex, Aiden.”

Well, no, I supposed it wasn’t, but… “Well, I just had sex, and I’m dreaming about you, so I thought the two were connected.”

She smiled gently. “You’re mated now, so it was easier to access you, and I feel like there are some things we need to talk about.”

“Oh. Ok. Like what?” I asked.

“Your family,” she said, and she suddenly looked a little… frightening. Not that I was frightened of her, but that she seemed like someone you did not want to fuck with. She seemed like a badass, not my sweet, unassuming therapist.

“Are you a hellhound?” I asked her. I knew I was probably stalling on the whole talk-about-my-family thing, but I was also curious. “Atlas doesn’t have wings, but he apparently has a tail.”

“Hellhounds are not the only creatures who decided to leave the underworld. Afterlifers have forgotten so many of us. Out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes. We really don’t mind that in the slightest—easiest if the afterlifers leave us to our work,” she answered.

“Am I your work?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little odd. “I mean, I know I’m your work, because you’re my therapist, but am I some kind of… I don’t know, experiment or afterlife project or something?”

She smiled gently at me. “Everyone I work with is something of a project. I help those who have been wronged. You were wronged, Aiden, not just by your kidnapper, but by your family as well. You are a wounded soul, and yes, I want to help you heal those wounds.”

I nodded. I guessed that was ok, then. But… “How did my family wrong me?” I asked.

She gave me a look. I thought about my family—about their conditional love, my escape from their carefully planned future, and my brother searching for me. Ok, maybe they had wronged me. Maybe they were planning to wrong me even more.

“Your grandfather isn’t dead,” Helene announced, watching me.

I was surprised, and yet it also seemed like a perfectly reasonable truth. I knew they’d said he was dead, but it hadn’t seemed real. It was very hard to imagine my grandfather dead.

“Atlas will tell you when you both wake up, I’m sure. I doubt they’ll find out much about him, though. I believe he is beyond their ability,” she stated, frowning.

Well, that didn’t sound good. “He’s beyond the ability of a hellhound?” I asked, confused. “I thought they could deal with anyone.”

“They can deal with any mortals,” she replied.

Ok then, so she didn’t think Grandfather was mortal. Just lovely. “Is he really the one looking for me, then?” I asked.

“No, it is very much your brother looking for you, but I believe it all ties back to your grandfather,” she said.

Atlas stirred, grumbling a bit in his sleep.

Helene looked at him before turning back to me. “Not much longer. I need you to think, Aiden. Think very hard. Did your grandfather have a mark? Something on his face or his hands, perhaps, that you always saw on him?”

I nodded my head. He did. I didn’t think about it and wouldn’t have thought to mention it, but obviously Helene thought it was important.

“You must tell Wilder,” Helene said, and then Atlas was growling and grabbing onto me, and Helene was suddenly… I don’t even know. She looked like some kind of dark angel or something, all scary and powerful and totally kick ass, and then she was gone, and I was opening my eyes with Atlas leaning over me, growling, flames dancing in his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” he growled, sounding slightly panicked.

“I went to see Helene,” I said.

I knew that made no sense, because we were both still in bed, but Atlas’s grip loosened, and he looked a little less panicked.

“Helene smells odd, but she’s ok,” he said.

“I don’t think she’s human,” I said.

Atlas nodded like he already knew that.

“What is she?” I asked.

He just shrugged, like it wasn’t important. I almost rolled my eyes, but then I thought about everything she said.

“Atlas, she told me my grandfather isn’t dead,” I told him.

He pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry, Aiden. I just found out, and then I got… distracted.”

I chuckled a little bit, because I knew exactly what had distracted him, and I wasn’t going to complain. I felt… sore, but in a good way. Atlas must have cleaned us both off before he fell asleep next to me, because I wasn’t a sticky mess. It felt very late, or else really early—I wasn’t sure how long we’d slept, but it felt like a long time.

“I doubt the middle of the night, or the early morning, is a good time to make phone calls, but Helene told me I have to talk to Wilder,” I said.

“Ok. Should I see if he’s ready now?” Atlas asked.

“I think we can wait until the sun comes up. Besides, I’m kind of starving,” I said, and right on cue, my stomach growled. We’d been so preoccupied that we hadn’t really had dinner.

Atlas smiled and gestured over to the side of the bed. I looked over, and… holy shit. How had I missed that when we came in here?

There were like six bottles of water and so many snacks that half of them seemed to have fallen off the nightstand. It looked like there were chips, cookies, pretzels, bread, peanut butter, fruit… Was that a can opener? I leaned over the bed and noticed the cans on the floor next to a case of water.

“Atlas, did you bring everything from the pantry in here?” I asked, trying really hard not to laugh.

He just looked at me, all puppy dog eyes. “You said to get some drinks and snacks.”

I did laugh then, giving him a hug. I really loved this man, and I was so glad he was in my life, even if my life had gotten a hell of a lot weirder.

Yeah, we had to figure out my crazy family, but we could feed each other snacks in bed before we went and made some phone calls.