Page 82 of Hexmate

Those words triggered something in him—I felt it surge through our bond, raw and grasping. With a snarl that echoed off the tiles, Atlas drove forward one final time, his knot pushing past my rim and locking us together. The pressure against my prostate was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I came with a cry, untouched, painting my stomach and Atlas’s fur with thick ropes of cum.

Atlas’s body shuddered against mine as his own orgasm hit. I felt the hot pulses of his release filling me, the knot ensuring none of it escaped. Through our bond, his pleasure amplified my own, creating a feedback loop that had me trembling and gasping in his arms.

As the initial intensity faded, Atlas carefully adjusted his hold, keeping us connected as he lowered us both to the bench. He cradled me in his lap, his massive werewolf form curled protectively around me. Atlas’s tongue lapped gently at my neck, soothing the marks his teeth had left. I melted against his chest, trembling with aftershocks as his knot kept us locked together. Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction, his possessiveness, and beneath it all, a tenderness that still surprised me sometimes.

I traced my fingers through the dark fur of his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow beneath my palm. “That was... intense,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “But… I don’t think we can stay here all night, locked together like this.”

He rumbled in agreement, nuzzling the top of my head. Reaching out a hand, I placed it on his chest, using the bond and my magic to force his Alpha form back. I felt the subtle shift in his energy as he began to revert back to human form, fur receding beneath my fingertips, claws shortening to blunt nails. The transformation was gradual enough that his knot remained until the last possible moment. But even without it, he was more than enough to fill me to the brim.

“Fuck,” Atlas breathed when his vocal cords returned to normal, his voice still rough with lingering wolf. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his now-human jaw. “What a way to go though.”

His arms tightened around me, his fingers tracing my shoulder blades and down my spine with a feathery touch. I couldn’t help but tremble at his touch and the sensation of hishot seed leaking out of me and onto the bench. Everything about this moment, about my mate, and about our bond as familiar and witch… it was perfect. I loved every moment of it even if it meant facing a world of prejudice. All of that was worth these beautiful moments with him where everything felt so right in the world.

“I love you, Atlas,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him tight against me.

“I love you too, Caden,” he replied. “And I always will.”

“Promise?”

I felt the bond between us surge, affection spilling over and filling me up.

“I promise.”

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