Oh, shit.
I ground what little teeth I had and pushed away from her. “I will see you tonight. But I must go, Lucien will need me. I haven’t spoken with him.”
Kassie nodded sadly, and her legs came up to her chest. I could see the damp spot on her purple underwear, and I groaned with disappointment.
Why could I not be a bad moth?
I kneeled on the floor and cupped her cheek. “I am sorry. I do not mean to leave you like this, and it is nothing against you. But this is important, I promise to make it up to you tonight…”
Kassie leaned into my hand. “Is that a promise?”
I sighed in relief. “Promise.”
Rising to my feet, I glimpsed hunger in her eyes that made my antennae quiver. Was it real desire I saw there, or just my body's chemical commands forcing her hand? The question gnawed at me worse than any physical ache.
I stepped away and raced out the door without looking back. If I stayed any longer, I would succumb to this mating call my body emitted. I had to be sure, not drunk on patches that keep me from coming in my pants, that she was really my match.
I ran around the house, and a vibration caught my ear. A soft moan that sounded too similar to Kassie’s
Keep walking, just keep walking.
“Atlas, that feels so good.”
My dick uncoiled from my slit and pressed up against my jeans. It was painful.
I turned around because I was not strong. I was weak, especially to her. My pheromones had left the room, I was gone, why was she still feeling the effects?
The townhouses stood in perfect rows, each with its postage-stamp yard. Kassie's place was marked by that ridiculous white picket fence I could easily fly over in darkness. Scaling the wall in broad daylight would make me visible to anyone glancing out their window. The neighborhood watch would have a field day reporting a six-foot-seven man climbing toward a woman's bedroom.
I slid behind the house, the bushes tall enough for me to crouch underneath her window. My sense of hearing was strong enough to hear her moans, the soft vibrations coming from her room kept me listening for more.
What were those vibrations?
“I’m so wet,” she whined.
My high-pitched cry came from my throat, my pheromones leaked involuntarily yet again. My cock forced itself to uncoil. I ripped the front of my jeans off my body, unable to handle the ache.
I gripped myself, feeling the length of my cock.
At least I lasted a couple of hours without touching it.
I just told Kassie I had to go, but her scent and the sound of her…
A low hum started in my chest, my wings twitching on my back as I listened. Every moan, every whisper of my name. I wanted to be there with her, watching her.
Why was I doing this to myself? I shouldn't be listening to her like some creep outside her window, but I couldn't pull myself away.
I think she’s mine.
The vibrations got louder, more insistent, pulsing. I crouched there, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Kassie’s breaths were coming in faster. That she was thinking about me.
My knees went weak, and a shudder worked its way through my body.
What would it feel like to be in that room with her, to watch her pleasure herself? To have her eyes on me while she…
I stroked myself, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I couldn't help it. I was completely absorbed by her and the sounds she was producing. I imagined her thighs shaking, her back arching, and that sweet, intoxicating scent filling the room.
That wet patch on her underwear becoming more damp, gone and soaking the sheets beneath her.
