I sucked in a breath as his fingers tapped as if asking permission to venture only a few more inches down. He pulled back, his tongue unraveling from mine. I swallowed, finally in control of my own tongue again.
He tapped his mouth with his other hand and tapped again at my pelvis. My eyes widened in understanding. He wanted to do what he did before. He wanted to leave me a pulsing mess against the cave wall, suctioning pleasure directly from my clit until I couldn’t even think.
I swallowed and looked at him with big eyes. I should tell him no. We were supposed to be looking for a climber… but what if this was the only time we had?
Mothman watched my expression closely, his fingers continuously tapping on my shorts, right above my clit. When I gave a little nod, he dug his finger into the top of my shorts and pulled the material away from my body.
His long tongue slid down from his mouth and into the front of my shorts. I sucked in a breath and just like that, standing right in front of me, I felt his tongue latch on to my clit. Rumbling vibrations surrounded the sensitive nub, pulling pleasure from it in a way that seemed too good to be true.
“Oh,” I gasped. The memory of last time didn’t do the sensation justice. My legs shook and he pushed his thigh between them.
“Shit,” I rasped, reaching out and gripping his jacket, pressing my face into it. I rocked against his thigh while intense, direct pleasure was sucked from my clit. I knew his tongue hadn’t been made for this but it felt like it had. It felt like the perfect way to bring me to orgasm in one brief moment. This was going to take no time at all—something he was well aware of with me whimpering, panting, and riding his thigh.
Mothman,Pollux, cradled my face and lifted it, making me face him as I started to break apart. His antennae swept down, brushing my face like a loving caress, tickling my skin alive. The grip he had on my shorts grew tighter, him pulling them from my body hard enough they dug into my back.
The orgasm rolled over me smooth but fierce. His eyes burned into mine, humming in my head a little louder than before, making his inhuman presence press on me as pleasure ruptured. My whole body was shaking as I pushed my hands into the fur at his neck, letting the soft texture sift between my fingers.
“Pollux,” I whined as he sucked harder, pulling too much pleasure from me. My legs were useless and I could feel his erection, big and hard, pressing against my ribs.
A new cresting explosion began mounting inside me, the need to drench us in wet release rolling up when he didn’t let up.
“Stop,” I gasped quickly and immediately his tongue unlatched and pulled back. I sagged and caught my breath. “I was going to make a mess,” I rasped. He gripped my waist and bent down, brushing his face against mine tenderly.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. He snorted in amusement, his mouth curving in a small smile of entertainment and satisfaction. It was amazing how smug he managed to look with his face mostly fur. His feelers, eyes, and mouth were the only visible features through his fluff.
Movement flashed behind us. We snapped our heads to look, then my head swung back to him when I realized he’d seen it too. There was no flickering flame of lantern light, just a steady flashlight that had made its way to the ground at some point.
“You saw that?” I asked, sounding too desperate like Ineededsomething to be there. He nodded then bent down, sweeping up the flashlight and hat. He dropped the hat on my head and shoved the flashlight into my hand.
He saw it. My thoughts were moving too fast or too slow, I couldn’t tell. They were tumbling over one another as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise up. Goosebumps popped over my arms. I recalled that ill-defined face in the darkness that I saw before.It was real, I hissed in my head.
Was it here? Was it still watching? Was it still following, waiting for the right time to do something? To reach out and grab my ankles and scream in my face?
What the fuck was following us!
My head began to swim and I felt like I might fall over. My splinter began to hurt without anything touching it. Sudden, overwhelming exhaustion pressed on me as my splinter hand burned.
“I need to rest,” I gasped out, bracing myself against the wall before quickly sliding to the ground. I felt like laying down even though I was freaking out; like closing my eyes and taking a nap for hours on end.
How was I feeling so sick so fast? A small groan of pain rumbled from my lips. Caspian said we were supposed to turn around if I got worse. He said not to get separated. Not to do any climbing on difficult terrain and to only walk fifteen minutes. Who knew how long we’d been gone now.
My thoughts spun around like water draining from the bath, round and round. I could barely stay up on my hands and knees. Barely feel the press of Pollux’s hands on my back. I scrambled for the reason we were down here in the first place and clung to that.
“Thomas!” I called out, my voice loudly echoing.
“Ava!” He said and for the first time ever he sounded closer—really close. I popped my eyes open and looked at Pollux in surprise.Focus, I rasped in my head. Find the climber, leave the caves. There is nothing behind us. I’m just exhausted and getting sick.
Find the climber. Leave the caves.
“We’re coming!” I called back, pulling myself up with the help of Pollux. I panted in exhaustion.
The sound of someone expelling a breath came from behind us, where the shadows had moved. I jerked in shock, fear tingling up my spine. Pollux observed me, showing no signs he heard it too.
“Did you hear that?” I asked. He shook his head no. The noise came again, a big breath that sounded closer. I could almost feel it brushing over the skin of my neck. My splinter burned fiercely. I gritted my teeth to keep silent despite the pain.
“What is that?” I asked. Pollux tilted his head like he didn’t understand. “The noise?” In response, he shook his head.
“You really don’t hear that?” I asked. He slowly shook his head in another no.
