Mia POV
Being enveloped in Atlas’s embrace, I could feel my energy being replenished after a long day. Surrendering myself to him was exactly what I craved. And he wasted no time in fulfilling his promise to ravage me. As soon as my clothes came off, his mission became clear: to explore every inch of my body with his lips and hands. The room filled with the sound of our passionate connection, and the scent of desire hung in the air, intensifying the moment.
As his lips traced a path of fiery kisses along my neck, his hands explored the contours of my body, igniting a symphony of sensations. Each stroke, each gentle squeeze, sent waves of pleasure cascading through me, causing my senses to blur. I was lost in a realm of pure ecstasy, completely surrendering myself to his intoxicating touch.

His tongue danced skillfully across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My body quivered in response, craving more of his tantalizing ministrations. With each flick and swirl, he teased and teased, pushing me closer to the edge of madness. The dampness between my thighs grew with every passing moment, aching for the ultimate release only he could provide.
And then, in a moment of sheer bliss, he claimed me once again. The world around us faded away as our bodies moved in perfect harmony. His every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me, causing my mind to go hazy.
The pleasure was so intense that my eyes rolled back, unable to handle the sheer magnitude of sensation. I was completely and utterly consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he bestowed upon me as I moaned his name loudly.
It was a different experience this time as he claimed me. He unleashed his wild lycan nature, and his thrusts made the bed slam against the wall. My body ached, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensations that made me yearn for more. Our eyes locked as he climaxed, releasing his seed inside me.
Afterwards, I suggested giving Inara and Brutus some time to be intimate with each other, allowing them control over our human forms. It was a strange sensation, as I could still feel what Inara felt, but I was pushed back within my own mind, unable to see. The thought of being blindfolded possibly the next time Atlas took me excited me and I linked the idea with Atlas's mind.
"We may never leave this room," his voice echoed in my mind, blending with my moans of pleasure. Inara and Brutus were clearly going wild. After over an hour, I regained control and found myself naked on Atlas's lap. The room was in disarray, covered in feathers from the shredded pillows. The bed frame was broken, and the dresser had been knocked over.

"Well, it seems Inara and Brutus really needed this time together," I laughed, as Atlas's hand trailed down my sensitive area. He then positioned me better in his lap, facing the mirror. Teasing me with his hardened manhood, he thrusted into me, allowing me to watch as he filled me.
“It feels like you were created for me,” he said with a growl, “watching myself fill and stretch you is addictive.”
"Atlas," I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn't help but watch, losing myself once more to the indescribable pleasure. At some point, the overwhelming sensation caused me to drift into a blissful daze, only to awaken to the gentle caress of water against my body, as he lovingly cleansed me.
"I'm sorry," Atlas whispered against my skin, his body trembling slightly. Confused, I whispered back, "Why are you apologizing?"

"I was too rough with you," he admitted, his voice filled with concern. A warm, friendly laugh escaped my lips, soothing his worries. "No, Atlas," I reassured him, "you were amazing."
"We've changed, Mia. We now live a long life, like our mate. That's why we passed out."Inara chimed in.
"Mate is worried that he hurt us," Inara pointed out.
"Atlas, it worked," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude, as his embrace tightened around me. "My life is now as long as yours."
"That's why I spaced out a little, not because you hurt me," I promised him, feeling him relax against me. "I just never want to harm you," he confessed softly.
"Do you feel my power coursing through you? I focused on sharing it," I asked.
"I do," he admitted. "It's slightly overwhelming, but I can handle it.”
"We should go find out what Bryn has learned," I said to Atlas as he gently wrapped me in a warm, fluffy towel. I could feel the soft fabric against my damp skin. Atlas brushed his hand over me one last time, inspecting me with care. "Making sure you didn't break me," I joked, causing him to chuckle. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me," he admitted, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"You're a lycan, Atlas, it's in our nature to be more wild," I reassured him with a smile as I quickly got dressed. Together, we left the room and made our way to a large sitting room where I sensed Flint's presence. As expected, he was sitting there with Bryn, waiting for us. "The two of you finally decided to enter the world again," Flint teased playfully.
Turning my attention to Bryn, I asked, "Bryn, have you been able to learn anything from the room?" Bryn nodded, her expression serious. "Some, but it will take time. I believe I have figured out some of Thora's true intentions. It's clear that her plans to grant your power to multiple werewolves is just a ploy. She has documents dating back to the original White royal wolves, and it seems that a Goddess had originally bestowed the power upon four warriors, creating the first four wolves as guardians."
"These wolves were created to destroy a warlock with immense power who had devised a spell that could have wiped out all humans, turning the world into one solely inhabited by supernatural creatures. The wolves were meant to protect the humans, and when they successfully killed the warlock, each of them absorbed some of his power, making them stronger. They gained the ability to create storms and provide extra strength and power to their chosen mates, passing it down to their pups." Bryn continued.
Bryn paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "The four original wolves were hunted down, but before they were killed, they infused their power into a relic and hid it away. Thora seems to have spent a long time gathering these relics and has been experimenting on white wolves. Her ultimate goal is to transfer all the power from the relics into you, Mia, and use you as a vessel to bring back the warlock."
"It's a lengthy process, but it seems she's waiting for the last white wolf who possesses all the necessary power, you Mia. Once she accomplishes this, she will sacrifice the white wolf's life to be the vessel for the warlock, trading her life for his.” Bryn finished.
"So I'm wanted as a sacrifice," I asked, my voice filled with worry. "What if we destroy the relics?"
"They are already spelled," Bryn explained, her voice calm yet tinged with urgency, "If destroyed, the power will find its way to you."
"We should hide them again."Flint suggested.
"No, that is also not a safe idea for now," Bryn countered. "Either keeping them here or Mia taking on the power may be best."
"If Mia takes on the power, then she is just doing what Thora wants."Atlas interjected. his voice firm.
"Not exactly," Bryn responded, her voice filled with wisdom, "Yes, Mia absorbing the power is needed for her to revive the warlock with a spell. But if Mia does so beforehand and learns how to control it, she might also possess the power to eliminate Thora with Atlas. The power will be overwhelming at first, and if Mia can't control it, she can be used for the spell. But while we are safe behind this barrier, Mia has a chance to learn control and be prepared."
"Joy," I muttered under my breath, the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. But then, I put on a smile, attempting to mask my fear. "Sorry, it's just with the spell and, well, everything so far, I feel like I'm not in control of my own self."
"I understand," Bryn reassured me, her voice gentle, "If you choose to take on the power, it will be difficult. Although, I think having Atlas will help. Take some time to think about it. As I said, we are safe behind my barrier for now, and I need to research more."
"I'm going to take Atlas outside,so we can test how my power affects him. Flint, do you want to come help?" I asked.
Flint chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. "I'm guessing I get to be the target. You must really hate me," he smirked.
"More like you trained me," I replied, a sense of nostalgia washing over me, "and I know Atlas is strong, but he did not grow up training. So, he needs a teacher like you."
"I am honored to help then," Flint said, his voice filled with pride and determination.
I watched intently as Flint marched out of the room, his steps filled with an extra bounce, radiating his happiness. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of him sparring with a supercharged lycan. As we stepped outside, I instructed Flint and Atlas to shift. The air was filled with anticipation as Bryn joined us, her excitement palpable.
"Wait, what about you?" Flint asked, looking at me curiously. "I get to watch," I replied with a mischievous smile. Bryn chimed in, "This is going to be very entertaining."
Flint's expression suddenly changed as he realized he was the target. He glanced at Atlas, a hint of worry in his eyes. I playfully joked, "Atlas, don't kill Flint." They both walked over to a nearby tree, and without wasting any time, stripped behind it and shifted into their wolf and Lycan forms. Flint, came bounding towards me, nudging me playfully.
"Don't worry, I won't kill the tiny wolf," Brutus declared with a smirk, standing tall and confident. The absurdity of the situation made me want to burst into laughter. "Maybe you should shift as well, Mia. Inara is a better match for Brutus," Bryn suggested.
Reluctantly, I started to undress, but Brutus immediately positioned himself in front of me, shielding my body for privacy. With a swift movement, I shifted into my wolf form, feeling the exhilaration of the transformation. "Okay, two against one. Show us what my power does to you," I communicated through our mind link to Atlas.
As if on cue, Brutus growled, and I could swear there were sparks of electricity crackling in the air. In a powerful burst of energy, he rammed into Flint, sending him flying through the air. Upon impact, Flint shifted back into his human form. "Damn," he exclaimed, but soon burst into laughter. It was evident that Atlas had taken it easy on him, even when Flint was giving it his all.
As I lunged towards Brutus, it was my turn to engage in the battle. Inara moved with lightning speed, effortlessly dodging his attacks. The thrill of the chase was evident on her face as she playfully tried to strike him. However, Brutus skillfully blocked our every move. Just as Inara prepared for another attack, he swiftly counterattacked, sending her hurtling into a nearby tree.
The impact was brutal, and I felt the air being forcibly expelled from my lungs as I shifted back into my human form. A small amount of blood accompanied my cough, a stark reminder of the force that had been exerted upon me. Atlas, sensing my distress, immediately transformed and rushed to my side. He pulled me close, his worried gaze scanning my body for injuries.
"Don't worry," I reassured him, struggling to catch my breath. "I just need a moment to recover."
Flint, tossed our clothing over to us with a mischievous grin. "Seems like my power really does supercharge you," I remarked, though concern still lingered on Atlas's face.
"You didn't hurt me on purpose," I whispered to Atlas, trying to alleviate his guilt. "Brutus is simply adjusting to the added power. Besides, I've endured far worse injuries during training. I remember when Flint broke my leg, Inara couldn't even heal me right away."
Flint, overhearing our conversation, chuckled and threw a playful jab. "Way to throw me under the bus."
"I'm sure Atlas could handle a whole group of Rogues effortlessly," Flint chimed in
"Imagine if he used his strength to fling one into outer space. That would be something."
As we made our way back inside, I couldn't help but feel the hunger gnawing at my stomach. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving," I declared. "And a glass of wine sounds like the perfect way to unwind tonight. I need to relax and make a clear-headed decision about whether to embrace this extra power.”