Not that I gave a shit about those.
A part of my soul, from the first day I had met her, recognized Maya as completely and utterly ours, so those minor benefits could come or go. It didn’t matter to me, as long as I had her. Trying to explain how it felt finding your mate, though, was virtually impossible if someone had yet to do so. Well, besides the overall feeling of surety. I knew without a doubt that Maya was not only my mate, the woman I loved, but the woman to bring together our flight, and hopefully… as long as it was something she wanted, the mother of our own whelps. A concept that had me nearly groaning as I tried to take myself from that thought process.
Slow. I needed to take all this shit far slower than my dragon was demanding.
Something that was far more difficult than you would imagine, because in truth, if Maya had come from any other situation or from the Dreki realm, we would not only have already been bonded as a flight probably but would have spent most of her mating heat producing a small flight of our own baby dragon shifters.
Muttering a curse at how thrilled my dragon was at that concept, I tried to run through the correspondence I had so far with the royal physician to distract myself from that mental tangent. Luckily, Lucas had been able to connect us before arriving at the realm, and it seemed like we would be able to see her sooner rather than later. I didn’t want to spend longer in the Dreki Realm than necessary.
I had no doubt that Maya could handle herself if the mating heat did come before we had a chance to talk to someone about being a phoenix, but as I mentioned, I never wanted her to feel uncomfortable, especially when it came to us. I really wasn’t positive that any of us had the ability to tell Maya no when it came to anything, let alone that. Even I could admit that if Maya crawled on top of my lap and asked me to fuck her, I wouldn’t even question that shit. Her pleasure, the feeling of her wrapped around me, was far more important than anything else.
Inhaling sharply, I ran a hand over my cock that was not only uncomfortably hard now but pressing against my dress pants as my frustration began to boil over. It didn’t help that the entire space smelled like my mate and her soft body was close enough that I could easily taste and touch her if I wanted. Somehow, despite how goddamn gorgeous she had looked at the event, she looked even more stunning right now. Her makeup was cleaned off her face and her hair was undone, brushing over her shoulders and against her soft skin, reminding me of what an intoxicating tease Maya was, usually unintentionally.
The woman was so fucking sweet. A fucking piece of candy that I wanted to devour whole. I would be a happy man if I could walk around with the taste of her sweet candy cum on my lips all goddamn day.
My eyes darted over her tight body, her curves pressed against her pale pink silk nightgown and matching robe, the material riding up on her thighs from how she was laid against me. I let out a low rumble, my fingers drifting up her smooth skin as I wondered if the lace panties she was wearing were soaked, her body reacting to mine unconsciously like I seemed to always be doing with her. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as she shifted slightly, mumbling sleepily, as her skin broke out into shivers as if feeling the lust through our connection, her nipples pebbling against the silk material and making my goddamn mouth water.
Fuck.
My jaw clenched as I considered waking her up. How would she react if I just pulled her on top of me, pushing her lace lingerie to the side and sinking my cock completely into her? I could practically hear the soft, sweet moan or gasp of surprise that would come from her lips at realizing how deep I was inside of her, her tight cunt completely filled by the need she inspired in me.
Before I could consider making my fantasy a reality, Atlas stepped in from the balcony, looking over her frame before offering me an amused expression. No doubt about my constant internal conflict of taking care of Maya and wanting to absolutely ravage her. I narrowed my gaze at my flight brother, wondering how he managed to take Maya’s teasing with such ease. I knew it had nothing to do with him not wanting her, either. I actually think it was rather the opposite.
I think Atlas didn’t even bother to fight it, and that probably meant that when Maya did accidentally—or purposefully—push him too far, he would just snap and give into it. Although, I highly doubted she would do it purposefully even if she was teasing. Maya had a natural grace and sexuality to her that even the most uninterested man or woman wouldn’t be able to ignore. So no, I think when it came to Atlas, it was only a matter of time before he gave into his mating bond with her completely.
I didn’t think Maya realized just how much power she had over us, not just as men, but as mates. The woman made all the decisions and was deciding the future of our flight without fully understanding that. I actually had refrained from telling her because I didn’t want to put that much pressure on her. More so, I worried if I told Maya that, she would stop telling me what she wanted and start telling me what she thought everyone would want or what she thought I wanted to hear. Something that was unacceptable in the long run since it really didn’t matter what anyone wanted but her.
“Did she fall asleep in that originally?” Atlas asked curiously, breaking me from my thoughts as I looked over what she was wearing. I swear, the woman was constantly trying to dress like the sweetest fucking temptation. Even now, the soft lace and silk material against her skin had me nearly feeling lightheaded with the need I had for her. The worst part? This was my own damn fault.
I had suggested she buy all these new clothes. I just hadn’t fucking considered how hard it would be to see her in lingerie, her perfect ass and breasts on display, as she acted as if she wasn’t asking for me to fuck her senseless. As she moved around our hotel suite, offering me a small smile and rubbing up against me, making me want to pin her down onto the couch until she understood the trouble she was courting. She looked like a fucking princess, and I wanted to rip the material off of her, defile her completely and pound into her tight pink pussy until she realized what an outfit like this did to me. This woman was going to drive me insane.
“Yes,” I hissed out with frustration.
“Want me to move her to the room?” Atlas asked, looking back to me from where he had been glancing at the television. Unfortunately, the news only seemed to stoke my possessive urge to claim her again, because it was continuously featuring the exact same story. All about Maya. It was frustrating as hell being so fucking possessive over a woman that the entire world was obsessing over. Not that I could blame them. She was easy to become obsessed about.
Although, I didn’t like the idea of it bothering Maya, which in no doubt eventually would. She never asked for any of this, and humans constantly begging for her attention or the media following her, unrelenting, was enough to make the strongest of us crazy.
“No.” I smoothed my fingers over her skin. “But toss me a blanket. I can’t keep looking at her ass and not lose it.” Because she really did have a fantastic ass, and I found myself constantly replaying what she looked like bent over as my cock slid in and out of her in hard, solid strokes, demanding her to come.
Atlas draped a white velvet and fur blanket on top of her as I finally was able to pull my eyes away from her body. I watched as my best friend kissed her forehead before walking towards the bedroom. I could tell he was exhausted, but he had spent the past few hours arranging for security come tomorrow morning. The man was obsessed over Maya’s safety, and I was thankful for it. I had known a lot of different sides to Atlas, but even I could admit the way he acted, handled, and protected Maya was far different than normal. She had changed all of us, but in some ways the effect she had on him was the most noticeable.