The War of Atlas

Torn Up

                              Griffin

          Like the last few days, I woke up lying on top of Atlas with my cheek against his warm chest while one of his arms was draped over me. It was a few minutes before five, so I just stared at my mate.  He had a slight smile on his bearded face, and he looked serene.  I reached up and touched his cheek, and he stirred but didn’t wake up.  Sighing, I decided to get up a little early, so I started to maneuver myself out of his hold.  In doing so, I rubbed my crotch over his.  That caused him to stir with a low growl.  I couldn’t help but smirk and rub myself harder against him.

            “You play a dangerous game, woman,” He mumbled as one eye popped open.

            “I’m just trying to get out from under your giant ass arm,” I said, and