Mia POV
I felt like an inferno blazed within me as I stood in the bathroom, the sound of water I splashed against my face echoing in the small space. The icy coldness seeped into my skin, momentarily soothing the heat that surged through my veins. Desperate to find relief, I pressed my trembling hand against my body, the friction offering a fleeting sense of calm
A thought crossed my mind - perhaps Bryn could brew a potion to ease this torment. But Inara swiftly dismissed the idea, her voice pleading in my mind, reminding me of our need for our mate.

I splashed more water on my flushed face, taking a deep breath, acknowledging Inara's advice. I knew I had to gather the courage to confide in Atlas, for as a werewolf, the bond I shared with him meant that my body demanded mating or subjected me to days of excruciating pain.
Leaving the bathroom, I found Bryn already waiting, her eyes reading the changes within me. Relief washed over me when she suggested that we reconvene tomorrow, understanding that I was in no condition to continue the conversation.
Atlas's worried gaze met mine as I struggled to steady my breathing. I needed to reach the hotel before explaining what was going on to him, I just hope I can survive the taxi ride. Sensing something wrong, Atlas gently took my hand, offering his support. We left Bryn's shop, quickly hailing a taxi.
"I need to make a quick stop at the store," I informed Atlas, my focus fixed on the outside world, attempting to distract myself from my heat. Thankfully, we arrived at the store in no time. Atlas moved to settle the fare with the driver, but I stopped him. "Can you please hold the taxi? I'll be fast," I requested. Concern etched his face as he asked if I needed assistance. "I'll be fine and quick," I assured him. With a nod, he agreed, and I hurried inside.
I made my way through the store, my eyes scanning the shelves until I found the section I was looking for. The fluorescent lights above me buzzed softly as I looked at a small selection of condoms. Inara's laughter echoed in my mind, "You sure you know what to get, Mia? You should have had mate come in," she joked. Ignoring her teasing in my mind, I quickly grabbed a few boxes and headed to the cashier. The burning sensation in my body intensified, urging me to hurry. I rushed out when done and hopped back into the taxi with Atlas for the short ride back to the hotel.
As we drove, I could feel the heat rising in my body. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself until we arrived at the hotel. Once we paid the taxi fare, I practically sprinted to our room, confusing Atlas with my sudden urgency. Once inside, I dashed straight for the bathroom, desperately seeking relief. I turned on the cold water, its refreshing sound filling the room, and splashed it on my face. In my haste, I dropped the bag of condoms onto the floor.

Atlas knocked on the bathroom door, "Mia, I'm worried about you. You did not look well in the taxi. Are you okay?" he asked. I struggled to steady myself and opened the door. Our eyes met, he reached out his hand, gently brushing it against my forehead. "You are burning up," he whispered.
I needed to find a way to cool down so I could communicate with him. The intense heat made it difficult for me to talk. I opened my mouth, but instead of words, a wave of searing heat rushed through my body. I rushed away from Atlas, darting towards the small kitchen like a mad person. I swung open the refrigerator and freezer doors, leaning against them for their icy relief. "Fuck," I muttered, feeling as if my skin could melt off at any moment.
Atlas approached me, trying to make sense of the situation. I fumbled with my shirt, desperate to do anything to alleviate the heat. I pulled it off, leaving myself in just my bra, and pressed my back against the cold surfaces. I felt Atlas's hand on me, his touch providing a soothing sensation that momentarily calmed the flames within. "Mia, tell me what's wrong," he spoke calmly, his voice a lifeline in the chaos.
I looked into his eyes, struggling to find the words to explain. The intense heat had transformed from semi manageable to an uncontrollable inferno. Before I could even process my own actions, I found myself yanking him by his shirt, pulling him closer to me. With a surge of passion, I lifted myself up and pressed my lips against his, giving in to the overwhelming desire.

I kissed him with a fierce hunger, my entire body craving his touch. My primal instincts took over as he responded to my kiss, moving us and pinning me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and parted my lips, inviting him to explore my mouth.
His body pressed tightly against mine, his throbbing arousal pushing against me, igniting a fire within. He broke away from our kiss, causing a small moan of need to escape me. "Mia, I accept you and this bond we share," he said, his warm breath fanning the flames of desire. His words drove me over the edge.
This was not how I had imagined my first heat, but I had to tell him. "I'm in heat," I managed to speak. Confusion filled his eyes, so I took his hand and guided it to my skin, allowing him to feel the heat radiating from my body and trying to show through action what I needed. Lust filled his eyes as he explored my curves.
Another moan escaped my lips as he trailed his hand to the hem of my pants. "I accept you, Atlas, and I trust you.” I breathed out, desperate for his touch. "Just tell me what to do," he said”. "Touch me. Your touch is the only thing that can help," I instructed.
Pushing myself against him, his hand moved freely against my body again. Our eyes locked, and his hands moved to my pants, undoing them and sliding them down, leaving me in my undergarments. I could feel his arousal pressing against my side as he pushed himself against me again. His mouth met mine once more.
As my heat intensified, I rubbed my body against his, yearning for his intimate touch. My hands eagerly slipped under his shirt, craving to explore his sculpted form. I longed to feel the sensation of his warm skin against mine, to experience every inch of him. A soft hum escaped my lips as a surge of warmth washed over me, my body on the brink of eruption.
Locking eyes with Atlas, I tugged at his shirt, my claws accidentally coming out and tearing it in my eagerness. His chuckle mingled with mine as he effortlessly removed his shirt exposing his chiseled physique. I pressed myself against him once more, reveling in the delicious sensation of our skin connecting. His arms effortlessly lifted me, his hunger mirroring my own now, as he carried me towards the awaiting bed.
Gently, he placed me on the soft mattress, his gaze sweeping over my exposed form. His hands moved languidly up my body, causing me to arch in anticipation, aching for more closeness. His lips met my skin, while his hand deftly unclasped my bra, skillfully removing it before discarding it to the floor. Brushing his hand against my chest, he then trailed his lips, swirling his tongue around my hardened nipple, eliciting shivers of pleasure. Simultaneously, his hand glided down my body, leaving a tingling trail in its wake, until it reached the edge of my panties.
With a teasing touch, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric, finding my most sensitive area. My heat throbbed, aching for his touch, and he expertly teased my clit, a low groan escaping his throat as he realized the intensity of my desire. Gradually, he continued his descent, planting kisses along my body, until he discarded my panties, leaving me completely vulnerable to his every whim.
As his warm breath ghosted over my thighs, another moan escaped my lips. With his mouth, he tantalizingly flicked his tongue against my throbbing clit, savoring the taste of me. I couldn't help but claw at the bedsheets, lost in the intoxicating pleasure he bestowed upon me.
As waves of pleasure washed over my body, my fluids began to drip, creating a sensuous sensation. As he moved up me, I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I yearned to explore and feel every inch of him. With anticipation, I pressed my hand against his bulge, desperate for release from the confines of his clothing. Slowly, I undid his pants, the sound of the zipper adding to the growing tension in the room. As his pants and boxers pushed down his manhood sprang free, eliciting a surge of desire within me. I brushed my hand against his throbbing length.
"Bag, bathroom floor." I mustered. Understanding my request, he momentarily got off me and returned with a box of condoms. Our eyes locked once again, "I want you, all of you, Atlas." I moaned. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss. Fumbling with the condom, he freed it from its packaging and expertly slid it onto his pulsating shaft. His hand trailed down my body, teasingly brushing against my sensitive area again before penetrating me with two fingers. Moaning in pleasure, I felt him move in and out, preparing me for what was to come.
With aching desire he pulled his fingers away, he positioned himself against me, the head of his manhood teasing my entrance. As he thrust into me, a gasp escaped my lips, momentarily overcome by a slight twinge of pain. Atlas's eyes widened as he remembered it was my first time, but a small smile played on his lips. He moved slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. Gradually, he pushed in even deeper, stretching me fully. The initial pain transformed into overwhelming pleasure, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
low, sensual grunts escaped his lips, blending with my breathy moans as he thrust in and out of my body. His hands pinned mine against the bed, intensifying the pleasure coursing through me. My back arched, responding to the jolts of ecstasy. With an increased pace, his lips met mine in a bruising, heated kiss.
My senses overwhelmed, every nerve tingling with electricity. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, igniting a fire within me. The bed creaked beneath us as his mouth devoured mine, a collision of desire and hunger.
Each thrust hit its mark, sending shockwaves through my trembling body. My muscles clenched, gripping his pulsating manhood in a delicious embrace.
We spiraled together, lost in a whirlwind of raw, untamed passion.
I could feel every nerve in my body tingling with delight. A delicious warmth spread from the depths of my core, radiating outwards and causing my limbs to tremble uncontrollably.
Atlas, continued to move with an increased fervor, his every thrust sending shivers of euphoria coursing through me. Each time his body collided with mine, it felt as if the world momentarily ceased to exist, leaving only the electrifying connection between us.
Inara, howled with pure bliss within the recesses of my mind. She reveled in the intimate connection we shared with Atlas, her excitement merging with mine.
As the intensity grew, Atlas’ grip on my hands tightened, his fingers intertwining with mine. The strength of his hold conveyed his own mounting pleasure and the imminent arrival of his climax. I could sense his control slipping, the primal desire taking over, and I knew that our release was imminent.
With one final, powerful thrust, Atlas’s body tensed, his muscles straining as he found his release. The sensation rippled through me, igniting an inferno of pleasure that consumed us both. Our bodies convulsed in perfect synchrony, riding the waves of pleasure that crashed upon us.
As we lay entangled, our breaths ragged and hearts racing, the world around us slowly came back into focus. The aftermath of our shared climax left us breathless, gratified, and forever bound by a connection that would continue to strengthen with each passing moment.