Pretty Spelled by K.A Knight

Atlas

Iwake with Lilith stiff in my arms, her heart racing and feeling miles away. Even though we are as physically close as can be, I feel like I’m losing her again, as if she is slipping away, and I don’t know how to fix that. There are so many memories between us, so much left unsaid. Our paths are twisted. I do the only thing I can think of. I reach for her, talking and ready to show her my own memories, to be vulnerable. To give her whatever she wants.

I turn her over to face me. Her eyes are open, and she blinks as if she’s bringing herself back—no doubt from the memories she now has. To think she went through all of that alone, everything I saw, god, it only makes me love her more, and I am in awe of my little mate. I always knew she was strong, a warrior, but to survive that, to survive everything, she is phenomenal.

“I love you so much, Wildflower. You have me now, and I promise you won’t ever suffer again,” I vow. We need to wake the others and share the power that is undoubtedly running through her, hurting her, but I steal a moment first, especially when she seems calm and pain free.

“Oh really?” she asks, and I grin, thinking she is going to tease me before she frowns. “Am I enough now?”

Frowning, I pull back slightly. “What do you mean?”

She snorts, her eyes darkening like they did at the table. “You were all I ever wanted, and I was never enough. Too human, too weak… I was your dirty secret, your ‘sister.’ You broke my heart so many times, Attie, and yet I still loved you because I knew we were meant to be together, and I thought maybe one day, you would realise it too.”

“Wild—”

“But you didn’t. I died for you, and that’s when you knew?” she snaps, and I frown harder. She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “I have to know, Attie, why you only wanted me when you couldn’t have me.”

Snarling, I grip her chin and force her to look at me. Each tear that falls is like a knife to the heart. “I wanted you every second, every single fucking moment of my life. Don’t you ever dare doubt that. Don’t believe me? Let me show you. You were—are my everything. Everything I did was for you. To keep you safe, to keep you happy and give you a good, normal life, even if it wasn’t with me. I loved you before I even knew what love was, Wildflower, but I was—am a monster. I couldn’t taint you with the bloodshed and darkness in my life.”

“And now I’ve seen it, lived it,” she whispers, and I sigh.

“I hate that you have. When you died, you took my heart, and then I found you alive. A part of me only lived for my family, to keep them safe in this world, and then you came back, breathing life back into me, even when you weren’t you. And I knew I would do whatever it took to get you back, to not make the same mistake, to bind you to me forever. Darkness and all, I’m your monster, baby. Always have been.” Pressing my head to hers, I close my eyes and bring up my memories, sharing them with her, letting her see herself through my eyes.

I show her my true obsession, the depth of my love for this incredible creature in my arms, and just how much she has always meant to me, so she will never doubt it again.

I open my mind, allowing all of my memories of her to come to the forefront. I let her see my innermost thoughts on some of our most private moments. Like when I fell in love with her, or the first time I kissed her, the first time I realised she was my everything, my life, my soul.

I let all the raw emotions that I never dared show her or speak out loud flood through me and into her. Our eyes remain locked the entire time, leaving me vulnerable. I’d rip myself open if that’s what it took for her to realise that not only is she my mate, human or not, but I would always choose her.

“All that love…I felt it,” she whispers, but she blinks as she meets my gaze. “Yet you never showed me.”

“I showed you in every way I knew how—protecting you, making you eat and drink, watching your back, helping you…” I’m getting whiplash from her emotions. Anger, jealousy, hate, love, and embarrassment. So many flow through to me.

“Never in the way I wanted. I was so alone, Attie. All I ever wanted was you,” she snaps.

I know this is the darkness talking, the power corrupting her, but I flinch and then try to stay calm. “Lilith, we need to share the power, to get it out of you…”

“I can think of a better way to get rid of the energy.” She grins and then frowns. “Attie, you’re right…please help.”

“How?” I ask, even as my dick hardens, and she feels it and gasps. “Wildflower—” I groan, unable to resist her as she drags her hand down my chest and confidently cups my cock through my jeans, then squeezes it.

“Fuck it out of me,” she demands, darkness in her eyes again and power lining her voice.

How can I deny her?

Her mouth finds mine, and I am lost, groaning at the first sure touch of her tongue. Her hand holds my hard cock, squeezing until I reach down and wrench her hand away. I seize her other wrist and hold them tight in one hand. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I decimate her, dominate her. I claim her power, her energy, her soul. I make her mine. I let her flow all the way into me, until she’s fighting, struggling in my grip, whimpering into my mouth, rubbing against me, and begging silently for more.

Our first time together was sweet, everything we both imagined, but she’s lost in the darkness, and I need her too much right now to hold back.

This isn’t Attie and Wildflower, this is a god and his mate coming together.

She rips her mouth from mine, panting hard, her eyes narrowed as she twists her wrists, trying to get free, so I flip her. I press her to the blankets with her face turned to the side, and then quickly yank her arms over her head and tie them up with a loose end of one of the blankets. She snarls, tugging on them, but the bars hold strong, as does the cloth.

She’s bound and helpless beneath me, like I imagined so many times when she used that smart mouth. Her plump ass lifts into the air as she twists, and I can’t help but bring my hand down on it, hard. Even through the material, she feels it and jerks, but her cry tapers off into a moan, and she pushes back, asking for more.

I give it to her, punishing her for not telling me everything, for struggling alone. I punish myself for not just taking her, for not realising something was wrong with my love.

I make us both wait, building a need so strong, it is almost physically painful—the need to join, to be together, to have our souls locked so tightly again, our bodies moving in sync.

Pain and pleasure shared.

I rip off her clothes and toss them away so she is bare before me. Her milky skin is highlighted by the moonlight, nude and perfect. Her hair is wild and sass leaves her mouth, just like I remember. I can almost taste the water of our homeland on her lips and see her dress pooling at her feet as if we are back there, not here in a cage.

Running my hand down her spine, I stroke across her plump ass and down her crack to her dripping wet pussy. Rubbing it, I purposely avoid her clit and then bring my hand down on her ass.

“You will never lie to me again, never keep anything from me again, do you hear me, baby?” I murmur, and when she doesn’t reply, I spank her harder, with a god’s strength, and it jerks her whole body as she groans, a red handprint instantly appearing. I rub in the sting. “I said, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Fine, I’ll tell you next—”

“You will tell me everything, immediately. I am yours, Lilith. No matter what, you will tell me, and we will handle it together. No more running or hiding, no more lies or longing looks. We are in this forever now,” I promise as I teasingly stroke her wet pussy again, feeling her cream drip down my fingers as I circle her greedy, pulsing hole and then pull back, leaving her hissing at me.

“Atlas, if you don’t fuck me soon—”

I bend over her, gripping her throat as I lean in and press my mouth against her ear. “You’ll what, baby?” I challenge, scraping the edge of my teeth down her lobe. “You may be strong, you may be the strongest fucking person in this whole world, but you are still mine, and I’ll do everything I have been imagining for centuries. All the times I wanted to spank this ass red for your mouth, to fill it with my cock, to watch my cum drip across you until everyone knows whom you belong to…” I murmur until she whimpers, pressing her raw ass back to try and entice me.

Laughing, I pull away and slap her ass again. “Like I thought.” I grip her hips and drag her higher into the air, shoving her legs open until I get a good view of her pretty, wet pussy. It’s pink and dripping. Her engorged clit is begging for me, and her hips move in my hands as she tries to find relief that she will only get from my mouth or cock.

But first, I have some promises to keep. They weren’t just threats, after all.

Running my knuckles down her pussy, I caress her folds, bumping her clit over and over until she cries out, pushing back to fuck herself against me. Just when she finds a rhythm, I stop and pull my clothes off, leaving her shivering and wanting as I get naked. Fisting my long, hard cock, I watch her, licking my lips as I stroke it. I watch the way her hips move, the way her hole contracts as her cream drips from her.

“Fuck’s sake, Attie, don’t be a prick. I need you to fuck me, so stop teasing me!” she yells.

Narrowing my eyes, I flip her and haul her into the air, my hand between her shoulder blades so she is balanced only by my strength. She struggles against the ties until she’s at a painful angle. “I warned you,” I growl, then I get to my knees and press my hard cock to her mouth, which she closed. “I promised to fuck that naughty little mouth when you sassed me. Open up before I make you.”

She shakes her head, so I throw a burst of magic at her, forcing a gasp from her mouth, opening it, and I surge in one smooth thrust, knowing she can take it. She gags at first, her eyes watering as she writhes in my grip, trying to get away, but I keep her there, her legs kicking as I pull out and slam back in. I keep my dark eyes locked on her until she settles and relaxes and starts to suck.

“That’s it, baby,” I rumble, stroking my hand up her neck and fisting her hair as I thrust in and out of her hot little mouth, careful not to go too deep. I’m too big for that, and she isn’t ready.

But I should know my wildflower never does anything half-assed.

She pushes her head down, taking all of my cock right down her throat. My head falls back as I fight my own release, pleasure pounding through me. When I look at her, she is pulling away, her eyes on mine as saliva drips from her mouth and my dick as she sucks me back in, bobbing her head faster and faster.

I can’t help it, I pull back, the pleasure is too much. I pump my cock once, twice, and then shoot my release all across her chest and face. I watch it drip down her lips, chin, and chest as I grunt. She licks her lips, her eyes wide and hungry.

Releasing my still hard cock, I lean down and push her to the floor. Uncaring about my own release on her skin, I suck one of her hard nipples between my lips, tasting my own saltiness as she cries out and arches into my mouth.

“Fuck, yes, please,” she begs, wrapping her legs around my waist and rubbing against me, trying to get me to fuck her.

I switch to her other nipple, biting and sucking until she cries out desperately, and then I drag my hand down her rounded stomach and cup her pussy, pushing two fingers inside her.

“Ride them, make yourself come,” I demand roughly as I attack her breasts. I press my thumb to her clit, not rubbing, just pressing, and she desperately gyrates, riding my fingers as I press her breasts together and lick and bite her nipples. Within a minute, she clenches around my fingers, a stifled scream leaving her lips as she explodes, spilling fresh wetness around my fingers as I pull them free. I start to kiss down her stomach, and I force myself between her thighs, staring at her pretty pulsating pussy as she sucks in ragged breaths.

I don’t give her time to relax, I want her as wild as she makes me.

I attack her clit with the same ferocity, shoving my fingers in and out of her, fucking her with them like I will my cock. I force them through her fluttering channel as I lap and lick her clit.

“Attie!” she whimpers, straining, pressing her pussy to my face until she is all I can breathe.

Good.

Fuck, she tastes so perfect. How can one person be this fucking flawless?

I feel her cream covering my mouth and chin as I attack her, licking her from clit to ass again and again before circling her nub and flicking it. She rides my fingers now, pushing to meet them, and when I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down, she screams another release, clamping so hard around my fingers, I can’t move.

It goes on for a while, and I lick her through it, her taste my favourite thing. When she collapses, I pull my fingers free, sitting back and sucking in air as I watch. Her eyes are closed, her chest is heaving, her legs are splayed, and cum dries on her chest, her own cream covering her thighs.

She has never looked more beautiful.

Those bright blue eyes lock on me again, and only then do I fist my cock, wetting it with her cream as she observes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“You come so fucking prettily.” I groan as I crawl up her body and kiss her lips, letting her release mix with mine as I press my cock to her entrance. Her legs hike up and wrap around me again as I sit back, reach down, and yank her ass farther into the air, deepening the angle so it will stroke across her walls each time I thrust into her.

I wink at her as she watches me, and when her breath hitches, I slam inside of her. Her hands flip, gripping the ties as she holds on. I don’t go slow or soft. I pull out and ram back in, her breasts and belly jiggling from the force, making me groan as I watch. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. She’s going to have me exploding again if I’m not careful.

Her thick thighs clench tighter as I pummel into her. Her head arches back as she closes her eyes, her throat a long line as she whimpers, voice hoarse and choked.

“I love you,” I snarl, “so fucking much. I’ll keep telling you until you believe it, until you never doubt it.” I slam into her with each word, yanking her down onto my monster cock. She will never question me again.

If I have to spend every second of my life reminding her, I will.

“Attie,” she gasps, writhing as I keep up the punishing pace. “I—” She gasps, shaking. “I’m so close again, please.”

Using my magic, I undo the ties and sit her up, shifting back on my thighs and balancing her on them as I bounce her on my cock. Lilith’s eyes open, locking on mine as her hands come up and grip my shoulders.

Her cream is dripping down me, and the wet sound of our joining only makes me that much harder for my beautiful mate.

Her mouth opens, and her next words steal my very soul itself. “I love you so much, Attie.”

I do the only thing I can—I kiss her, pouring everything into it. She is my everything, so perfect, so kind, my fucking amazing mate. She’s everything I always wanted, and now she’s here in my arms.

Together forever.

She must hear my thoughts, because she kisses me harder, and with one last thrust, we both fall over that edge again. Our pleasure explodes and mixes as one, pounding through our veins like a drug until we swallow each other’s screams. Her body trembles in my arms, and her pussy clamps around my cock as I fill her with my release.

It goes on and on, a circle of pleasure so strong, we fall to the floor, locked in our embrace with our lips pressed together until, finally, it releases us, and we both pull back, gasping for breath.

“I love you forever, Wildflower,” I tell her raggedly. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”

She smiles, and there is no darkness there, only happiness. I pull free of her body, clean us with magic, and pull her back into my arms. I hold her tight, never wanting to let her go again.

Time passes. We don’t need words, we never did. Our hearts beat in sync, and happiness fills us both to the brim, so there is no room for anything else.

“We still need to share it,” I murmur as I kiss her lips, tasting her release from my own tongue.

“Sleep, Attie, I’m so tired. Let’s sleep first… It can wait,” she promises, and her eyes slide closed. Frowning, I hold her closer, kissing her head. Pain forms in my heart, I love her so much. She’s my everything, and to see her struggling and not being able to help is the worst thing possible, but I let her know I’m here.

She knows she isn’t alone, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.