Page 32 of Moth to a Flame

Hawk…

My name. Her lips.

I groaned as pleasure shot up my spine, and I came all over my hand and stomach. Fuck, that had been fast. But I’d imagined she’d said my name and⁠—

“Hawk…”

I froze.

I hadn’t imagined that.

My antennae perked up as if they could hear too, and I wished my heart would stop beating if it meant I could hear better. Then I heard it again—a beautiful moan—and her voice echoed through the shared wall between us. A fresh wave of heat pulsed through me so hard my still-dripping cock rose again.

Oh gods, the bond. I hadn’t even thought about the bond. All I’d thought about was her.

Had she just…come?

Pleasure was still rolling through me in echoing waves, and, oh gods, she had.

And she’d said my name.

My cock was aching with it, like I hadn’t had release in weeks, not like I hadn’t just come thirty seconds ago.

I grabbed my—her—shirt and wiped myself up hastily, practically tripping over my own feet to get to her. She was right there, touching herself when it should be me. I should be the one she was using—my face, my tongue, my cock.

I threw my door open and half ran, half flew to hers. I grabbed the doorknob…and paused.

I’d felt her get turned on watching me in her tiny shirt. I’d heard her moan through the wall. But opening this door now…

No, I couldn’t.

If she wanted me, she would say so. She was trying to resist, and despite the throbbing in my cock, I could too.

I forced myself to take a step back when I heard⁠—

“Come in, Hawk.”

I tripped over my wings I pushed the door open so fast.

She was covered by her sheet, but my antennae were going haywire. The whole room smelled like her pheromones, and gods, they smelled good. My antennae swooped around my head, drinking in as much of her scent as they could, which only made my head spin more. Paired with the heat thrumming back and forth along our bond, I was ruined.

I watched her eyes drop to where I was rock hard in her thin gray sweatpants, and her tongue darted out just like I’d imagined it would.

For a few heartbeats, we just stared at each other.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Yes…yes, please.”

She slowly pulled back the sheet, giving me time to flee if I wanted.

But there was nothing I wanted but her.

She was a goddess, her pale skin dotted with freckles everywhere, flushed red from exertion and the orgasm that still gently pulsed through the bond. But I was both a moth and a man, so all my attention immediately focused on the sweet nectar dripping from her soft, pink pussy.

As I stared, she spread her legs wider and teased a red suction toy over herself, then down between her glistening lips. Her eyes never left me as she turned it on, and a hot bolt of pleasure shot through the bond, bringing me to my knees.

“Come here, Hawk.”