“It’s okay, mate,” he said the last word with humor. “I lived and look,” he said. I heard the brush of fabric and then the edge of his wings folded forward, encapsulating us. “I’m even better than before. Good as new, no more tatters.”
“It’s not a joke,” I said in annoyance. A thought came to me. “Is it still there then? Did it heal?”
“What's that?” He asked in humor, knowing what I meant.
“My bite,” I ground out. He pushed his hips against my ass and I felt him hard in his pants, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “Stop fucking with me this is serious,” I blurted out. His wings tightened closer around us.
“It’s still there.” He loosened the hold on my arm a little and I felt the brush of his fur on the side of my face.
“Okay,” I said awkwardly. “Let me go then.” A laugh rubbled over him, vibrating against my back.
“We aren’t done talking.” A boot went between my feet and he kicked them farther apart. I shifted my mouth so I could open it up and hiss through my teeth.
“Feisty,” he said in humor.
“This isn’t talking,” I ground out.
“I’m used to speaking with my actions,” he said. He pushed his hand back in my hair, up under his hat on my head, gently scratching. Then he dragged his blunt claws down my side until he was gripping my hip possessively. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder.
“You want me to fight you for it?” He asked, his red eyes blinking at me.
“For what!” I blurted in shock. He huffed out a laugh and pressed his hardness against my back again. I made a choking noise.
“I—”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t—”
“Hmm?” He asked, his grip on my hip squeezing again. I could smell him everywhere. From the hat on my head, his wings surrounding us, his body against mine. My head was spinning.
“Stop interrupting me,” I growled.
“Then answer my question from before. What do you want from me, Caspian?”
“I don’t know!” I shouted. He suddenly turned me around and slammed my back against the wall. I looked up at him in shock then ground my teeth in agitation. He snapped open the buttons on his duster and then snatched my wrists, forcefully pulling them to his body. I tried to jerk back but he didn’t let me, bringing one hand to a specific spot on his ribs.
“That’s where I was shot,” he said and then removed his hands from mine. I stood there, brushing my hands over what appeared to be fully healed skin. My eyes went up his chest and then to my bite mark that was still in place.
His body was warm. The fur dusting him was light, making the skin easy to feel underneath. He pressed his hands to the wall above my head and peered down at me. His antennae swirled on his head before bowing in front of him, growing closer to me but not touching.
“Whatdon’tyou want from me?” He asked this time.
“I don’t know,” I said blankly, turning away from his burning look. I let my hands trail down his abs to his hips and then pulled them away. I chanced a look and saw him smiling widely at me.
“We’ll figure it out then,” he said, reaching out to snatch his hat off my head and slam it back on his. He stepped back and I took a breath and rubbed my face.
“With Ava,” I mumbled, dragging my hands down my face before looking at him. He tilted his head. “Not without her.” He smiled again. Then Mothman began rifling through the drawers until he brought out an old box of cigarettes clutched in his hand. He peeled it open and thrust his fist upwards in victory, having discovered a few Pall Malls left inside.
15
Brandon, Makwa, and I shuffled into the master bedroom to rest. As soon as the door closed behind us I felt Makwa squirm inside me and begin to extricate himself. I stumbled to the bed, my hands pressing on the mattress as he ascended from my body.
“Ava?” Brandon asked. “Fuck,” he hissed as a tentacle wrapped around his waist and flung him on the bed.
“Here we all are again,” Makwa said, standing at the end of the bed, looking at us both with a wide smile. “I think we should get back to where we three left off. Right before the interruption in the woods? You recall? Tentacle sucking and fucking…”
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
