Darling Wildfire (Red Rabbit #2)

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NYX

Once back at the hanger, I stormed into the bathroom after Atlas and threw the door shut.

He whirled to face me, his eyes narrowing when he saw whatever was written all over my face. I slammed my palm against his chest and backed him into the counter.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

I snarled.

“Nyx—”

“Risking your life? Are you fucking serious?”

I seethed.

“They had an RPG—”

“I don’t care!”

I shouted, chest heaving.

I turned away, running my hands through my hair. The bathroom was too small to pace. Atlas touched my arm.

“Nyx—”

I whirled towards him, my emotions all over the place. A half step brought me back into his personal space. I meant to shove him again but I just gripped his shirt in my fists as anger and something else swept through me.

“Reckless asshole,”

I growled.

“Strange way of saying thank you,”

Atlas breathed.

“I didn’t ask you to do any of that,”

I said harshly.

“Don’t tell me I can’t bleed for you,”

Atlas rumbled and his eyes darkened.

The tension simmered between us. My eyes dropped to his mouth.

Then all thought left my mind as I crushed my lips against his.

He froze for a half second before his hand went around the back of my neck yanking me closer. Our teeth clashed and his tongue sought mine in a tangle of angry passion turned desperation to shrink any remaining space between us.

My hands clutched his shirt, but that wasn’t enough. I ran them down his chest, gripping the bottom. I ripped the fabric up and over his head. My hands went to his sides, nearly scalding myself on his bare skin, and he hissed against my lips.

I immediately drew back and looked down. He had a long cut that ran down his side and halfway across his stomach. A low growl rumbled in my throat but instead of stopping, my hand pressed against it and I watched my fingers turn red with his blood. My eyes jumped to his as I pressed my hand against his wound and leaned closer. We were both panting and I could feel his breath against my skin.

“I live to bleed for you,”

Atlas rasped. “It’s impossible not to.”

My jaw clenched and my fingers curled into his side. Atlas leaned into me. His hand on the back of my neck tightened as I pushed his limits but only the tick of his jaw gave away any sign of pain.

“Then I’ll be your pain—there can’t be one without the other.”

He shoved his body against mine and drove us back against the door. My hand, slippery with his blood, wrapped around his waist and I yanked him into me. Our lips met again. Pleasure shot through me as he rocked his hardness against mine.

Atlas grabbed the neck of my shirt and ripped it off me so he could run his hands up my chest before slamming them against the door beside my head. His lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, then my collarbone. There he bit me hard enough to draw blood at the same time his other hand swept up my thigh and palmed my cock. The sensation nearly had me seeing stars, and I threw my head back against the door with a groan.

“I want to get lost in your shadows,”

Atlas murmured. “Show me how they like to play.”

He lowered himself onto the dingy tile floor and his fingers did quick work of my pants, dragging them forcefully down. I grabbed my cock, stroking it once before Atlas yanked my hand away and replaced it with his. It was rough and so different from when a woman handled me.

Different in all the best ways.

His eyes met mine and I slid my hands into his hair and pulled him forward. Anticipation made a thrill rush through me at what he was about to do. He took me into his mouth and I didn’t know how I was going to last any length of time.

I hissed a curse as the picture of him on his knees and his warm mouth taking me deeper nearly was my undoing. I hit the back of his throat and when he swallowed I definitely saw stars. I thrust my hips and pushed deeper down his throat. I couldn’t hold back. My hands pushed through his hair and he let me set the pace as his hand found my balls and I let out a breathless curse.

“Fuck, Atlas,”

I gasped. I wasn’t going to last long as embarrassing as it was to finish this fast there was no stopping the wave rushing towards me. My hips faltered and I opened my eyes just in time for ours to clash as I came. I groaned as I emptied down his throat. He sucked every bit of come from me until I shivered with sensitivity.

Atlas looked up at me smugly and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Entranced, I pulled him to me and tasted myself on his tongue as we kissed again.

I trailed kisses down his chest and over his abs as I sank to my knees. I was suddenly nervous. I’d never given another man a blow job before. Atlas smirked down at me as he leaned back against the counter. His fingers drove through my hair and fisted it, pulling my head back so I had to look up at him.

“You’ll know what to do,”

he said quietly.

I wrapped my hand around his length and swirled my tongue around his tip, tasting precum and humming in pleasure. Who would have thought I’d enjoy this, but maybe it was just because it was Atlas. I slipped him into my mouth and sucked his head, slowly working him deeper. I refused to gag, although something told me he’d like that. I gripped his hips and sank deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, eliciting a groan from him. As I withdrew, I sucked him to the tip and started up a steady pace.

Atlas grip tightened in my hair as his breath caught in his throat. I filed away every gasp, moan and clench of his fingers. I soaked in his pleasure. Soon he was panting and rocking his hips forward. I’d adjusted enough that I took his other hand and put it on my head. He got the hint and his grip tightened and he increased the pace.

“Fuck,”

he gasped.

Atlas fucked my mouth but I could tell he was still holding back. I growled around his cock and looked up at him, my gaze dark and provocative. He moaned and gave a breathy laugh.

“First time and already like it rough,”

he panted.

In answer I fondled his balls and tugged on them gently. He gasped and set a rougher pace than before. My eyes watered but I could feel myself growing hard again at the look on Atlas’ face. My fingers slipped back and rubbed the spot in between his balls and ass and his movements stuttered. A groan escaped him and with hooded eyes he met mine again.

“You want my come down your throat, my dark one?”

He growled.

I gripped his thigh harder in answer and with a soft cry of pleasure he broke. The taste of his come burst across my tongue and I let it slip down my throat, greedily swallowing it all. Atlas’ head tipped back and his hand lay against my neck as he caught his breath.

I looked us over as I stood up. We were covered in blood and our clothes were either ripped or bloody on the dirty floor. I leaned over and turned on the shower, looking over my shoulder in time to see Atlas’ gaze sweep over me.

“Keep looking at me like that I’ll be ready for round two real quick,” I joked.

His lips pulled into a dark smile as he pulled me into the shower with him.

“It looks like you already are.”

I was about to open the bathroom door when Atlas’ arms snaked around me.

He pressed his body up against mine. Even after messing around in the shower together, it was like I couldn’t get enough—I could feel myself reacting to his touch.

“So have you decided?”

He asked against my neck.

“Decided what?”

I turned enough to look him in the eye. A smirk danced across my lips and warmth filled me as I saw his gaze drop to my lips.

“If I’m just an experiment.”

Something about his tone made me hold the joke I was about to say. There was something in his eyes that demanded honesty.

“None of what we just did felt like an experiment,” I said.

I grabbed his jaw and pulled him in closer to press my lips against his in a kiss that was sweet, intimate and much too short.

“I’m all in,”

I whispered.

When Atlas pulled away, he gave me a rueful smile.

“You know they’re going to give us shit when we go out there.”

I rolled my shoulders back and turned the doorknob. “Don’t I know it—you better not tell them I barely lasted two minutes or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

I flashed him a smile, and he looked at me smugly. “What can I say—I’m just that good.”