Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 149

Atlas's POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp throwing shadows across the room while I tugged at the seam of the skin mask. It peeled away from my jaw in one smooth stretch, and I dragged it off my face with practiced patience. My reflection in the mirror across from me shifted from the plain disguise I’d worn all day into the real me.

The resemblance was sharp, almost mocking—my face mirrored Enzo’s, Ash’s, Kael’s. Same bone structure, same predatory edge around the eyes, like we were carved from the same damn stone. I ran a hand down my cheek, tracing the sharper lines, and let the air hit my skin after hours of suffocating under the fake layer. The mask landed on the table with a dull slap.

My shirt was half-buttoned, collar hanging loose, as I reached for the watch on the dresser. I liked everything neat, aligned. Tonight, it had to be. The cufflinks slid into place one after the other, the tie looped and tugged tight, shoes polished enough to reflect my smirk. I adjusted the lapels of the black jacket and stepped back to check myself again. Perfect.

I was running my fingers through my hair when the door creaked. No knock, no warning. Kael strolled in, messy-haired and grinning like a brat who owned the world.

He didn’t just walk in—he jumped onto my bed, bouncing once, then sprawling across it like he paid the rent.

“Damn, Atlas,” he teased, rolling onto his stomach, chin propped on his palms. “All this effort just to make Lisa scream? You planning to make the walls shake tonight?”

I narrowed my eyes, jaw ticking. “Get off my bed, Kael.”

He grinned wider, ignoring me completely, kicking his legs lazily like a spoiled kid. “Nope. I think I’ll sleep here tonight. Maybe I’ll even take notes if you’re generous.”

“Kael,” I said, my voice flat, warning sharp in it. “Move.”

He just laughed, tilting his head, eyes glittering with mischief. “Why so serious? You’re dressed like you’re going to a funeral, but I know you’re about to bury yourself in—”

I cut him off with a sharp, “Out.”

He only chuckled again, rolled onto his back, and stretched like a cat. “Fine. But don’t forget—Lisa likes it when you make her beg. Make her loud.”

I clenched my fists, forced myself to breathe, and turned back to the mirror, dismissing him by silence. I could still hear his laughter as he finally dragged himself off the bed and sauntered out of the room, leaving behind his taunts.

The door clicked shut. Peace.

I straightened my cuffs one last time, brushed invisible lint from my jacket, then headed down the quiet hallway. Each step was measured, slow, deliberate. I already knew where I was going.

Her door wasn’t locked. It never was with me.

I pushed it open, and the soft scent of vanilla drifted out. The room was dim, the curtains pulled tight, the bedside lamp glowing faintly. Lisa looked up from where she sat on the bed, hair loose, eyes widening.

“Enzo!” she breathed, rushing toward me.

Her arms wrapped around me before I could say a word. The name hit me like a weight I didn’t shake off. Her voice trembled with relief, warmth, something that made her cling tighter to me.

“You’ve changed your cologne,” she said quickly, her nose brushing my neck as she inhaled. “And… God, you feel different. Did you work out? You’re… you’re more built than before.”

Her palms ran over my chest, hesitant but curious, tracing the hard lines of muscle through my shirt. I caught her wrists gently, smiled down at her, and let the corner of my mouth curve upward in a way that wasn’t Enzo’s but close enough.

I leaned in, slowly, deliberately, letting the tension stretch between us until her breath hitched. My lips brushed hers, soft at first, teasing, a question rather than a demand. She pressed forward, needy, searching for what she thought was familiar, and I gave her the slow drag of a kiss that made her sigh.

I deepened it by degrees, savoring the taste of her mouth, the way she clung tighter as if she was afraid I’d slip away. Her lips parted, and I slid my tongue against hers, gentle, coaxing, until her knees buckled and I caught her by the waist.

“Enzo,” she whispered again against my lips, desperate.

I only smiled, kissing her harder now, pulling her flush against me. My hands moved down her back, palms fitting perfectly to her curves, tugging her closer until there was no space left. Her body trembled, heat sparking where I touched.

I let my lips trail from her mouth to her jaw, then lower, down the column of her throat. She arched, giving me access, her nails digging lightly into my shoulders.

“God, you’re driving me crazy,” she murmured, voice breathless.

I smirked against her skin, teeth grazing her pulse. “Then let me.”

I scooped her up easily, tossing her back onto the bed. She gasped, bouncing against the mattress, eyes wide and lips swollen from kissing. I shrugged off my jacket slowly, never breaking eye contact, and tossed it aside.

Her breathing quickened as I unbuttoned my shirt one by one, dragging it off and dropping it to the floor. The hunger in her eyes was obvious, the way her thighs pressed together unconsciously as she watched me.

“Enzo,” she said again, softer this time, pleading.

I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, and caught her lips again, harder this time, less patient. My hands moved over her body, sliding beneath her shirt, pushing it up inch by inch until her bare skin met my palms.

She whimpered when my fingers brushed her nipples, sensitive, already pebbled. I teased them, rolling lightly between thumb and forefinger, watching her arch and moan softly against my mouth.

Her shirt came off in one swift move, discarded to the side. I pressed her back into the pillows, kissing down her chest, licking across one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair, hips shifting restlessly beneath me.

I let my teeth graze her, pulling just enough to make her gasp, then soothed with my tongue. Her thighs squeezed around my hips, grinding up against me as though she couldn’t wait.

“Please,” she whispered, writhing.

I smirked against her skin, moved to her other breast, giving it the same slow torture—lick, suck, nip, repeat—until her moans filled the room.

My hand slid down between her legs, over the thin fabric of her shorts, feeling the heat already soaking through. I rubbed slow circles, teasing, while my mouth kept working her nipples.

“Atlas—” she choked, then quickly corrected, “Enzo… please.”

The slip made me pause, a sharp thrill running through me, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I shoved her shorts down, ripping them off impatiently, leaving her bare and trembling beneath me.

Her legs spread for me instinctively, the sight raw, desperate. I licked my lips, positioned myself behind her, and rolled her onto her stomach with a firm hand.

She gasped, looking back at me with wide eyes, but I only smirked. “Ass up.”

She obeyed, shaky but eager, lifting onto her knees, arching her back until her ass was perfectly presented. I groaned low in my throat, gripping her hips hard.

My palm came down on her ass in one sharp smack. The sound echoed, and she moaned, head burying into the pillow.

Again. Another slap. Her body jolted, but the moan that followed was louder, needier.

I leaned over her, one hand still gripping her hip, the other teasing her slick entrance with the head of my cock. I rubbed slow, deliberate circles, not giving her what she wanted yet, making her squirm.

“Enzo—please, don’t tease me,” she begged, voice muffled in the pillow.

I chuckled darkly, spanking her again, harder this time. “Beg louder.”

She cried out, hips rocking back against me. “Please! I need you!”

That was enough. I thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying myself deep. She screamed into the pillow, nails clawing at the sheets, body tightening around me.

I groaned, pulling back only to slam in again, harder, faster, setting a brutal pace that made the bed creak. Her ass bounced with every thrust, and I spanked it again, loving the way it reddened beneath my hand.

Her moans turned to cries, raw and unrestrained, filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, slamming into her harder, gripping her hips like I’d never let go.

Her back arched, pushing against me, taking me deeper. I reached around, pinching her nipples, twisting them until she screamed again, the sound breaking into sobs of pleasure.

I didn’t slow down. I wanted every sound out of her, every cry, every plea. I wanted her to remember this, to feel it for days.

Her body shook, trembling under me, the rhythm of my thrusts relentless. Her ass reddened more with every slap, her moans growing higher, desperate, needy.

I leaned down, lips at her ear, voice low and rough. “Scream for me, Lisa.”

And she did.