Page 37 of Moth to a Flame

He was a mess, moaning and whimpering as I sucked him into my mouth. His hips bucked up, pushing him to the back of my throat and dragging his piercings over my tongue as I gagged. I released him with loud pop, and he let out a needy groan.

“Hawk, that wasn’t very good, now was it?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…I’ll be good…I’ll be so good.”

I brought my lips to his. He opened immediately, the taste of both of us melding in our mouths as I teased his piercing with my tongue.

“Don’t make me tie you down.”

The sound he made at that was barely human. I pressed my forearm over his hips, holding him still, then opened my jaw as far as it would go and swallowed him all the way to the base in one go, until my nose brushed his pubes.

He let out another desperate moan but didn’t move.

Good boy.

I sent it down the bond, and I wasn’t sure whether it was that or the pace I set, but pleasure shot down my spine and straight to my clit as he twitched hard in my mouth.

I chased it, letting the echo of his pleasure inside me guide where I focused my attention until his wings were vibrating fast enough to sound like a swarm of bees and his antennae swished frantically back and forth.

“Stop—stop, it’s going to⁠—”

He pulled me off him, tugging my hair ever so slightly. His chest rose and fell harshly, his other arm thrown over his face.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind swal—” I started, but then realized he hadn’t meant he was about to come.

The veins on his cock throbbed beneath my hand, and I tried not to let my eyes widen as the underside of his shaft, about halfway up, started to swell—right between where his piercings were.

Listen, I’d fucked a werewolf, all right? I knew what a knot was. But I’d never seen one like this. As it kept growing, his cock curved, angling the tip up in a way I knew anatomically would be very appealing. Especially with that knot pressed against my G-spot.

He let out a low groan, and I tore my eyes away from his very interesting cock to look at his equally distracting face. He was panting but seemed to have regained the ability to speak.

“Yeah…sorry, I didn’t want that to happen in your mouth.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. I mean, it aches, but that’s because…”

“Because we stopped.”

He flushed, and desire and embarrassment swirled between us. “I mean, yeah, but you don’t have to⁠—”

That was all I needed to hear.

I ducked back down and captured him between my lips. He whimpered and, despite his attempt to suppress it, bucked his hips up again, sending him deeper into my mouth. I let him get away with it this time.

“Nyx’s tits, fuckLuciathatfeelssogood, mmmmm.”

He had been right; I couldn’t get my mouth around his knot, but that wasn’t about to stop me. I released him just long enough to spit on the base of his cock, wrapping my hand firmly around it until I felt his veins throb beneath my palm. I pumped him firmly, making sure to be careful with his piercings—well, not too careful—as I swallowed him again in the same rhythm.

His hands gripped the sheets, bunching them up as he whimpered, “Luciadon’tstopfuckfuckfuckplease…likethatplease.”

Music to my ears.

I lapped at each of the veins on his knot, feeling the new, heavier weight of him against my tongue. He was still swelling, and I changed my position so my knees were closer to his shoulder to adjust for the bend, nestling him deep in my throat.

I swallowed around him, hugging him tight once, twice, until I couldn’t control the gag and tears leaked from my eyes.

He writhed beneath me, and I ran my nails from his hip bone down his thigh. I couldn’t make out most of the words he was saying; it was mostly incoherent babbling, but I made out again and gonna cum.