Page 31 of Moth to a Flame

“Hawk…” His name fell from my lips as I seized up, my orgasm cresting…and then immediately dying.

I groaned, tossing the toy aside in frustration. Tears of hormones and disappointment gathered in my eyes when another wave hit me, deeper…foreign.

Oh, goddess, the bond. I’d been so fucking desperate I’d forgotten about the bond.

He’d just felt all of that, just like I’d felt his injuries. He knew exactly what I was doing and⁠—

Another peak crashed through me, starting at the base of my spine and sending me spiraling all over again.

More. I wanted more.

I reached for the toy again when I heard footsteps outside my door. They paused, and a question passed through the bond. One that years of loneliness and magically amplified horniness couldn’t say no to.

CHAPTER TEN

Escalation

I’d never seen anyone run away from me so fast, and I’d spent the better part of my teens trying to scare random campers. She’d kissed me, and then she’d run.

She’d gotten to the house, and I’d had to follow to stop the tug of the bond, but I would have followed her anyway. She ran to her room, and I walked into mine, closing the door and flopping down onto the bed, my heart racing and the heat neither of us could hide still spiraling.

She’d put a spell on me, and it had nothing to do with ancient flowers and magical bonds. It had everything to do with the way she had bitten her lip while focusing on her computer, worked through a problem so complex I could barely fathom it, and bossed me around. And then I’d complimented her and she shone almost as bright as the night before. That had sealed my fate. If I could make her shine like that again, I would do everything in my power to make it happen. Get to the light.

That was the thing. No one had ever told me to do anything. No one had told me to make breakfast for my siblings so they wouldn’t go hungry until Mom felt like getting out of bed. No one had told me to get two jobs in high school to make sure the power stayed on.

No one had told me anything, but if I didn’t do it, everything would have fallen apart. And I’d done it, over and over again, and now Motthew was going to get into Stanford, and I was still making deliveries.

Lucia had told me what to do.

She had told me what to do, and I had liked it. She’d called me good boy, and it had been half-teasing, but…

What if she’d said it while looking at me the way she looked at her notes? Like I had something she wanted, and she just needed to break me open to get it.

Fuck, I was still hard. Would she like that? Would that make her glow? It had when she’d kissed me.

She was into me, just like I was into her. Neither of us could deny that fact, but she’d done her best to keep her distance. I understood. The bond made things complicated. But it wasn’t the magic that compelled me.

It was her.

It was that fire I’d seen when she’d solved her problem. It was how, despite the sadness clinging to her, she kept moving forward like a solution was inevitable if only she could unravel it. I wanted her to unravel me in a way I’d never felt before because she was capable and smart, and I knew she’d put me back together.

She really liked my hands. I knew that much. The heat had been unmistakable, her eyes locked on them as I worked.

Would she enjoy watching me touch myself?

I shimmied my hips and slipped the sweatpants down, and the scrap of lace poked out of the pocket. I’d forgotten about them, and now…

Don’t do it. Don’t.

I did it.

I had meant to give them back—I really had! But then we’d gotten so busy, and now her panties were in my hand, and then they were in my mouth. They were clean, but I was sure I could taste her, just a little bit, and a spurt of precum leaked over my piercings and fingers.

I clenched my jaw and my cock. My hand moved up and down, and I rolled my piercings until pressure built at the base of my spine. A small whine escaped around the fabric in my mouth, and I knew she would like that.

Good boy, Hawk. Show me what you like.

Fuck, I twitched so hard against my palm, imagining her hazel eyes locked on me as she wet her lips. If I was good enough, would she wrap them around me? I would do whatever she wanted if she would just look at me like that. My hips pulsed as I fucked my hand, wishing it was her.