Wicked Cravings

8.And the Lamb fell in love with the Wolf💫

He kissed her...

 'Holy fuck, he kissed her.' 

She was just like any teenage girl. She had always dreamed about her knight in shining armor who would rescue her from the dragon, take her to his castle, and they would live happily ever after. 

But then she woke up. 

"Fuck that shit." 

She got herself a Shrek. He wasn't the hero of the story; he was always the villain. And yet, Fiona had found a way to fall in love with him, and they had their happily ever after.

 Atlas was her Shrek. 

His kisses had the same effect that Shrek's had on Fiona—just finally free to be herself. And it also helped that his kisses made her weak in the knees, weak enough to forget the reason why they shouldn't be doing this in the first place, weak enough for her to imagine a life where the 

Alpha falls in love with the assassin. 

That shit had the makings of a true Hallmark movie. And yet, regardless of all the reasons why she should hate him, why he should hate her, they were both sure of one very thing: they wanted each other more than their next breath.

 Atlas lifted her off her feet as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He stalked towards his bedroom, not once breaking the kiss between them. Nothing else in the world mattered to him right now except the feel of his mate in his arms. 

She fit him perfectly, as if she was designed for him, which she was. She was clad in short shorts and a shirt that gave him easy access to whichever part of her body he desired, and at this current moment, he desired all of her. 

'Fuck, what the hell was he saying?' 

That did not change the fact that she was an assassin sent to kill him, and yet he didn't mind dying a death worthy of her. He couldn't think of a better way to go; death by pleasure should be a thing. 

For some reason, the moment he stepped into his room, all senses returned to Octavia. It seemed as if the cloud of desire had lifted, and all that was left in its place was apprehension and fear. 

She scrambled out of his arms, desperate to put some space between them. 

"I don't know what came over me. I can assure you I don't usually act that way." 

Octavia said as she rushed across to the other side of the room, busying herself with inconsequential things just so that he didn't see the blush of humiliation that littered her cheeks. 

"That's how the mate bond works. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It is the reason I would kill for you; it is the reason I would die for you too." 

Atlas explained as Octavia stepped even further away from him. 

"You don't need to explain anything to me. I know how the fucking mate bond works. I studied the mate bond extensively before coming to you. This thing between us shouldn't be possible. I hate your guts; I want to fucking kill you right now."

 Octavia stated out of frustration as Atlas walked up to her and caged her between his hands, like a deer caught in headlights. 

"Full disclosure, I want to kill you too. But I want to fuck you into submission while doing it. My wolf will not allow a single living creature to cause you harm, and that includes myself. So trust me when I say this, you are the safest person in this pack." 

Atlas said, and Octavia felt her breath catch somewhere between her throat and her lungs. He wasn't kidding about this. And a part of her mind couldn't stop imagining him fucking her in all different kinds of places and positions and the care he would take to ensure that she was cared for. It was no longer a matter of if it would happen, but a matter of when.