I put the phone down, torn between chasing after Harlow and respecting her space. She might be impulsive sometimes, but she wasn't irrational, at least not today. And once Harlow sets her mind on something, like her move to Arcana Falls, wild horses couldn't drag her in another direction.
I licked my lips, listening to Atlas mumble to himself about how he wasn’t a good boy—no, he was the big, bad moth.
The thought of chasing after Harlow vanished as quickly as it came. My life was here, tangled up with Atlas. We still had no idea how to navigate his... situation, or if he could ever leave this place without consequences neither of us wanted to face.
And what about the fox?
Next time I saw Gideon, I would give him a piece of my mind because I knew he had something to do with all of this.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, Atlas was sprawled across the king-sized mattress, his massive wings stretched out and still barely contained by the edges. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths, and those glowing, red eyes followed my every movement as I closed the door behind me.
“Female,” his voice grew dark. “I’m tired of playing these games.”
I circled the bed teasingly, watching him strain against the headboard. Something about having this powerful Mothman lying here in front of me gave me such delight. I savored these moments of control, knowing they were fleeting—soon he'd snap, his composure crumbling as primal instinct took over. The way his antenna twitched when he was fighting himself made my stomach flutter.
“Yes, what can I do for my male?” I giggled while I crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. His breath caught, and his arms caught against the bindings of silk.
I rubbed my pussy against his cock, letting myself feel his hardness.
His red eyes took on a darker hue, and his chest rumbled with a low growl. "You're playing with fire, Kassie."
I leaned down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. "Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling a bit combustible today."
Atlas's body trembled beneath me, his muscles straining against the silk bonds. I could feel his breath catch, the coiled energy ready to burst free. I pulled back, a smirk playing on my lips. "Now, now, don't struggle too much. You'll hurt yourself."
He let out a frustrated groan, his glowing, red eyes never leaving mine. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
I shrugged, shifting slightly and eliciting a hiss from him. "Maybe just a little." I winked, running my hands up his chest. He let out a high-pitched whine as I traced the sensitive spots where his wings met his back.
“Kassie!” he warned as he leaned forward. “I’m not going to play nice and be restrained for much longer if you keep doing that,” he moaned, and rested his head on my shoulder.
“But it’s so fun, this way.” I ground myself against him, feeling the heat against my pantie-clad pussy was good, but not enough. “I need to feel more of you,” I whispered to him.
Without warning, Atlas ripped his lower hands free from the heavy bed frame; the bed hardly shook for how well it was built. I squeaked when his arms went around my waist, and his claws ripped my underwear free. He brought them to his face, his antenna rubbing, sniffing them with reference before he shoved them into his mouth with a slurp.
I don’t think I will ever get over that.
“Now, ride my cock, I want to see myself disappear inside you,” he snarled. Atlas squeezed the sides of my hips, surely leaving bruises for later.
So hot!
I rose up onto my knees, ready to grab his dick to place it where I wanted it, but the coils around him had already placed him where I needed him, ready for me to sink onto his wide girth of a cock and take him as deep as I could.
I stared at him as I began to sit down; his eyes boring into me as his claws tugged at my bra. “I want to see all of your beauty while you suck the life out of me.”
I gasped as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill me up. His eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. I could feel his coils shifting beneath me, supporting my weight, helping me rise and fall in a rhythm that was already threatening to send me over the edge.
"Atlas," I breathed, my nails digging into his chest. His claws, still gripping my hips, guided my movements, urging me to take him deeper, faster. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me, his coils rubbing against my clit with every thrust.
His upper hands, still bound, strained against the silk. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing, the veins popping out as he fought to free himself. "Kassie," he growled, his voice barely recognizable. "You're going to make me lose control again."
I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "That's the point."
His body shuddered beneath me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel his coils tightening, his grip on my hips becoming almost painful. I knew he was close, and so was I.
Suddenly, he tore his upper hands free from the bindings, the silk shredding like paper. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him as he took control, driving into me with a desperation that matched my own.
He pinned me to the bed, two hands on my hips, the other two above my head, pinning my hands. His whole body vibrated right down to his cock.
