Rakshasa Boyfriend: Atticus Part Three (complete)

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Standing on the dock has become a familiar part of my life ever since Atticus bought the town. I never would have expected myself to be waiting for someone in the frost, but now... Bundled up, I wait as the crew unloads their cargo, listening to his voice barking orders over the harsh wind.

Once Atticus comes down from the deck, I wade through the sea of people. He is trying his best to appear as grouchy and invulnerable as ever, but the way he’s looking around hints that he’s waiting for me. As soon as he sees me, he comes racing up as nonchalantly as he can.

“It is far too cold out here!” he barks at me. “What were you thinking?”

I give him a cutting look. “It’s nice to see you too. How was the voyage? Did you eat well?”

Atticus bends over, scooping me in his arms and kissing me. I tangle my fingers in his blue mane, missing the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine.

“I ate nothing good for me,” he replies with a smirk.

“I can see that.” I nudge his belly. “Did you ever leave your cabin either?”

Atticus chuckles as he sets me back down on the boards of the dock. “You know what happens to me when I am left alone with my thoughts.”

“Dirty old man,” I scoff at him.

Atticus’ paw cups my ass, pulling me back close to him. “I know you love me,” he growls into my ear. “Come along, then.” He wraps his arm around me as he leads me off the dock towards home.

I still live with my brother and father, and I still work in my profession as a blacksmith. Atticus has been vehemently trying to get me to move in with him. I stay with him often, but when I have a lot of work to do, I stay at home with my family. He’s been gone for weeks now, so I have already planned on spending at least three days straight with him. Once we get home, I know he won’t be able to keep his hands off me. It will be a struggle to even keep myself away from him at this point.

“What have you been doing while I have been gone?” Atticus asks.

“Working, mainly,” I answer. “It’s been easy since I don’t have someone breathing down my neck the whole time.”

Atticus drags a claw down the nape of my neck. “You don’t seem to mind me breathing on it when I’m inside you, love.” He grins close to my cheek as he tilts his head down. “In fact, I know you rather like it that way.”

“Your foreplay is terrible.” I smirk up at him.

“It isn’t foreplay I am after, my sweet. It is that slit of yours.” His claws tease the nape of my neck and my cheeks grow redder, though not from the cold.

I stiffen and continue to try and give him the eye. “Is that the only thing from me you want?”

Atticus licks his teeth and places his hand on the small of my back. “I want your thighs and your lips. I want your breathing to grow shallow and raspy. I want your hands and your breasts. I want you to say yes to me.”

I look at him from the corner of my eye. His sharp eyes are peering from his thick blue fur. I tilt my head back a bit. “What is the question I am to say yes to?”

“Right now, any,” he laughs. “For now, I will ask you to join me in my chambers for a nightcap.”

“I’ll also say yes to breakfast in bed.” I lean into his chest. 

“I cannot wait to plunge my dagger into you,” he growls into my ear. “The image of your ass bent over before me has kept me warm on many a frozen night out there.”

“Plunge your dagger into me?” I scoff. “Are you serious?”

Atticus sneers as we come to the great iron gates I made for his home. “Fuck you senseless, then. Drive my cock into your quim until you scream. Same fucking motif.” He opens the gates as I start to laugh. “You’re going to get it, once I have you alone.”

“I’m so sure,” I cackle.

I make my way upstairs while Atticus attends to the staff. I go into his bedroom, which has gotten quite dusty since he left. I fluff up the bedding and pillows and stoke the fire. I let my hair down and change into Atticus’ red robe, so I don’t have to worry about him ripping my clothes.

Once Atticus returns to the room, he has a bottle of liquor under his arm and has already unbuttoned his shirt. “We won’t need that fire, love,” he smirks. He chucks his bag aside and approaches me. “We’ll be making all sorts of heat tonight.” He places the bottle of amber liquor in my hands.

“You old softy,” I smirk. “Did you get all of this for little ol’ me?”

“Nonsense.” He opens my robe, exposing my breasts and belly. “I have you a gift. You’ll just have to wait until morning for it.”

I set the bottle aside and place my hands under his open shirt. “Why do I have to wait? Why can’t I get it now?” I ask with a teasing smile.

Atticus brushes his fingers through my hair, resting his warm paw against my cheek. “Because I’m busy right now.” He kisses me, walking me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We fall onto the mattress, where his body pins me to the bed. I have missed this feeling so much - how he smells, how he feels as he gives himself to me. 

“Atticus,” I moan. “I missed you so much.”

“I can’t take it,” he snarls. “Being away from you is agony.” He kicks off his pants, and I hear his belt clatter to the ground. I instantly loop my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his hips to urge him forward. I let out a hungry grunt as I feel his cock on my belly. “Excited?”

“Starving,” Atticus pants. He reaches down, guiding himself to my entrance. He rubs himself against me, and a massive grin spreads across his face. “That wet slit of yours is prepped, I see.”

“You’re not the only one who gets lost in thought, you know.” I kiss him again as he slips inside. His thick cock stretches me, making me throw my head back onto the pillow. “Oh, thank the gods.”

Atticus laughs, making shallow thrusts to tease me. “I don’t care what front you put on for me, my Lorelei. I know the truth of your body.” He looks down between us, watching himself slip deeper inside me. “You’re holding onto me for dear life,” he taunts. “Were you that desperate for me?”

I flip him over, pinning him down onto the bed. I place my hand on his throat, and his look of shock turns into a hungry grin.  “I should have known you’d tease me.” I ease myself down onto him, letting him watch himself disappear completely inside. I thrust back against him, grinding him deeper before I start to move.

“Gods, I love this view.” Atticus reaches up, running his hands down my entire body. “It belongs in a church,” he snarls. “But it is only mine.”

I bite my bottom lip, taking every inch of him into me. I then let out a cry as his thumb finds my sensitive bud to rub. “You’ll make me come.”

“That’s the plan,” he purrs. He grips my hips, pulling me down onto him, guiding me. He thrusts upwards, meeting my own movements as I ride him. “That’s it, that’s it,” he pants.

I press my palms into his chest for balance. My head is swimming now, and my thoughts are going blank as every sense is focused to a pinpoint on him. I gasp and moan, barely able to speak any more.

“Lorelei,” Atticus snarls, “I-”

I nearly fall on top of him. I keep myself upright and cry out loud as my whole body is overcome. The rush of heat and relief floods me, and I melt into a puddle. Atticus’ hips continue to buck as he releases inside me.

I let go of my tension, falling onto his chest and resting there. After a few moments, Atticus rolls me onto the bed, then opens the bottle of liquor. He drinks straight from the bottle and offers it to me. I sit up, albeit shakily, take a drink and let out a long, deep sigh.

“I so needed that,” I purr.

Atticus chuckles, kissing my bare shoulder. “I think we finally know one another, inside and out.”

I take another sip before he takes the bottle back. “Mmm,” I sigh dreamily as I rest against his arm.

“The world is changing,” he whispers. “The sea is not like it was in my youth. That damn centaur has everything twisted.”

“Let’s not talk politics.” I sit up straighter in the bed. “This is our ritual, our catch-up time.” I smile up at him. “Once we leave this room, we can bitch and moan all we want. But for now, it’s moaning, or giggles, or kisses.”

Atticus sets the liquor aside, kissing me until I’m pressed into the bed again. “The things you do to me,” he purrs.

“I know. That’s why I do them.” I run my fingers through his mane, pushing it away from his handsome face. “How much longer can I keep you?”

“Oh, you can always keep me,” he chuckles. “That’s forever. But my next voyage won’t be for a long time, so rest easy.”

I sigh, sinking into the bed. “That’s good. That I can live with,” I chuckle. I run my thumb across his lips and he catches it in his teeth.

“If you’re so worried about keeping me, then why not say yes to the most important question?” Atticus looks into my eyes. 

“If I have to wait until morning, then so do you.” I tease.

Atticus sits up and away from me, and points to the leather satchel tossed in the corner. “Let’s pretend it’s morning.”

I giggle and get out of bed, walking across the floor to his bag. As I pick it up, a book falls out. I lift it off the floor to see sketches inside. Atticus has always had a fondness for design and fashion, so it doesn’t surprise me that he sketches his outfits. But inside this book, I find drawings of wedding dresses, with me inside them.

I turn back around, but he is already upon me. He grabs the sketchbook and pulls it from my hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that!” He glances away from me, looking at the book in his hands. Then he takes the satchel and removes a small bag from inside. “This is it.”

“Atticus,” I whisper. My voice is caught in my throat. “Those were beautiful.”

“It is all I see when I look at you,” Atticus whispers. “My beautiful bride.” He chuckles, but tears slip down his cheeks. 

I open up the small bag. Inside is a rough pearl attached to a simple chain.

“I found it one morning while the crew and I were eating ourselves silly on oysters,” he chuckles softly. “For some reason, when I looked at that pearl, it reminded me of you.” He huffs. “As well as a chipped tooth.”

“Ask me, now,” I whisper. “Hurry!”

Atticus blinks. “Ask you- why should I--?” He stops himself. “Lorelei, are you going to marry me or not?”

I break into a smile as tears fall down my cheeks. “I will!”

Atticus scoops me up in his arms and spins me around the room. He kisses me, and I cling to him happily. 

“You kept me waiting,” he laughs. “What was the point?”

“To keep you on your toes,” I giggle. “I couldn’t hold it back anymore.” I kiss him until we fall over in bed.

Atticus puts my new necklace around my neck and rubs his hand down to my belly. “Now when we make love, my intent is to plant my seed rather than fuel your desire for me.”

“That’s the worst dirty talk,” I roll my eyes.

Atticus kisses me, wrapping me up in his strong arms again. “Just a warning. I will always make sure to stoke your fire properly, my love.”

“You can garden after we’re married,” I return the warning. “I want to look perfect on our wedding day.”

Atticus smirks. “You look pretty damn perfect now.”

The three days I have planned turn into four, as we decide to celebrate our engagement for a little longer. Of course, Atticus goes to my father and Jason to properly ask for my hand. Jason is ecstatic, but my father takes Atticus aside to have a long, private chat with him.

“You think he’ll make him cry?” Jason asks me.

“I hope so. It would be nice to see that big lug shed some tears.” I smile down at Jason. “You’re really okay with me marrying that thing?”

“If I wasn’t, you’d fight me,” Jason huffs. “Besides, Atticus loves you, he’s cool, and he said he’d give me my own ship one day.”

I give him the eye. “Not on your life.”

“Why did it take you so long to accept, anyway?” Jason asks me. “Atticus has been after you since the day he laid eyes on you. I know you loved him too, so what kept you?”

I sigh heavily. “He’s a pirate. I know what that entails, and I know what can happen to them. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to get himself killed or something.” I glance back at Jason. “I know he has enemies, because he comes by them easily,” I laugh. “I just wanted to make sure I would be the one to chop off his head, not some angry naval officer.”

“You were worried about him,” Jason grins.

I nod. “Of course I worry. I worry all the time. As soon as that stupid ship becomes invisible on the horizon, I lose my mind.” I lean back on the counter. “I can’t imagine losing him. So I thought I could wait and keep saying no to his proposals forever, but--” A soft smile spreads across my lips. “I love him so much, I couldn’t keep saying no, because that wasn’t my answer at all.”

“Softy.” Atticus comes around the corner.

I wipe my eyes and scoff up at him. “I’m surprised you’ve come out in one piece.”

“Your father is kind, unlike some.” Atticus approaches me and takes my hand. “I knew that’s what you were doing all along. Now I have proof.”

“I am not collaborating on anything,” Jason huffs.

“You won’t have to worry about me. Knowing you’re here, I’ll fight everything in order to come back to you, Lorelei. There is no doubt about that.”

“I know,” I whisper to him. “I can’t help it. The oceans are so vast, and your enemies are bigger.”

Atticus grins. “None of them hold a candle to your might.”

I kiss him, holding him tight.

We start planning the wedding right away. Atticus wants it to be a big event fit for a royal. I would have been happy with something simple, even on his stupid boat. Atticus, though, wishes to go all-out in order to celebrate our union.

Atticus makes my wedding dress a secret. Even when I go to the dressmaker, I have my eyes covered for the fitting. He seems so giddy and excited over even the smallest of details, I have a hard time telling him no, simply because he looks so cute.

Some evenings, he cannot calm himself down enough to sleep, so he scribbles in his journal until he eventually passes out. One such evening, I wake to find him gazing over the pages beside me. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and he quickly closes it.

“Is it that big a secret?” I yawn.

Atticus kisses my forehead. “I want to see your surprise on the big day.”

I watch him tuck the book behind his pillow. “I have no knack for these sorts of things anyways, so I appreciate you taking the lead on them.” I kiss him and pull him down to me. “Now come to bed. You have not had a full night’s sleep since we started this whole thing.”

“I’ll sleep later,” he growls. “So how about I try to garden? You won’t show until after the wedding anyway.”

His hand tries to sneak between my thighs, but I trap it there. “What did I tell you?” I laugh.

Atticus grunts. “If I am excited for anything more than you in your dress, it would be my child,” he whispers. “Our child,” he quickly corrects.

“Is that all this is for?” I tease. “You just want a kid and then I’m just some sad little housewife?”

“I know better,” he smirks. “If I tried such a thing, I’d have an iron curtain rod going through my head before I could blink.”

“You never mentioned a child before, so why now?” I ask.

“I am getting old,” he purrs. He kisses my neck and chest. “Not to mention I think you would look radiant pregnant.”

“What else?” I scoff.

“What else could there be?” Atticus leers up at me. His tail twitches, and I give him that sharp, superior look I know makes him weak.

For a moment, he looks strong enough to resist, but then he leans back and I sit up beside him. “I have a… childhood enemy,” he growls. “We grew up together, always fighting, always betting against one another. He is the worst person in the world I have ever met. Yet he has a family. A wife, beautiful kids, and it is driving me crazy.”

I roll my eyes. “This isn’t a competition, Atticus. You can’t compare lives and declare a winner.”

“But I want to!” he whines.

I shake my head. “How fucking old are you?”

Atticus grimaces at me. “I know this sounds stupid. But he and I have been at this for a long time.” He claps his paw against his chest. “It is driving knives into me knowing he has this wonderful, perfect little life, even though I am so happy with you as we are.”

“So who is this nemesis, this horrid little rival?”

Atticus’ eyes narrow to slits and his tail fluffs up, twitching furiously behind him. “I hate speaking his name. It is bile on the tongue. It is a shot in the foot.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” I scoff. “Just tell me his name so we can get this over with.”

Atticus hisses then shakes his head. “Autry.”

“Wait,” I stare up at him. “As in the Ghost? That Autry?”

Atticus grinds his teeth. “Yes!” he roars. “That one!”

I hum as I try to think of a response that won’t set him over the edge. “How did you two even… meet?”

“I told you, we grew up together,” he snarls. “We lived on the Rakshasa coast. Both of us came from poor families, so we were often working in the same places together. We were always pitted against one another back then for everything. Jobs, money, food, women, you name it. If we could fight over it, we found a way.” He sighs and shakes his head. “We joined up with the same pirate crew and we both worked our way through the ranks. But the captain favored Autry and adopted him as his heir. I couldn’t stand it, so I left, finding another crew and working until I could earn my own.”

“Oh,” I murmur. “So, in a way, you’re both assholes?”

Atticus glares out the window, a snarl on his face. I place my hand over his, holding it until he looks at me again. His expression softens and I give him a smile. “Is there a reason the rivalry between the two of you is so strong?” I ask. “I mean, there must be something. Did he hurt you, or you him?”

“His father abandoned my mother,” Atticus snarls. “Left her to die while she was pregnant.”

My jaw almost hits the floor.

“We share blood,” he whispers. “But because of him, I never had that family.” He closes his eyes and hangs his head. “When I see him, I see everything that could have been for my mother and I. He was my horrible shadow.”

I put my arms around Atticus. “Don’t worry. You’re winning.”