Page 48 of Moth to a Flame

I grew more vines beneath his back to support him—avoiding his wings, keeping our weight off them—and pulled him closer as I leaned down and gripped one of those tortured nipples between my teeth.

“Luciafuckfuckfuck—”

I swirled my tongue, drawing back to blow on the wet skin until it grew taut, fighting the pressure of the restraints. My head was already spinning with the pleasure surging through the bond, and I could feel myself leaking into my soaked panties. I knew his cock was just as wet, and I ground down onto him until tears streamed from his eyes.

I traced the triangular glyphs of his chest tattoo with my tongue, found the firm muscle near his nipple, and bit into the soft flesh hard enough that he thrashed and the sharp pain throbbed around my clit. I knew it would leave a mark. I wanted him covered in them, and I knew he wanted them too.

But I couldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet, anyway.

That would be too easy.

Seeing him beneath me like this, absolutely wrecked and on the verge but never pushing him far enough to break, was addicting.

I kissed lower, down his stomach, until I caught the piercing in his navel between my teeth and his hips jerked. Lower and lower I went, running my tongue over the veins that disappeared into his jeans. Then I pulled back and sat up, and a desperate sound escaped him.

More magic rushed through me, and the vines lifted my lacy dress as I rose onto my knees and slid my panties down my thighs so he had an unobstructed view. The pleasure in the bond hit so hard it nearly knocked me back down.

His long tongue unfurled from his mouth. “Lucia, please, let me⁠—”

I traced my fingers down my stomach and over the soft hairs of my mound until I flicked my swollen clit, and his eyes went wide. I rubbed tight circles, and he strained against the vines.

“No, Lucia. No, let me, please. Use me!” His antennae were going haywire, and I watched his muscles bunch as pale blue veins rose beneath his tan skin. I cinched the restraints tighter, working myself until my thighs started shaking.

“Good boys who are patient get rewarded.”

He groaned but stopped fighting, and I could feel the agonizing ache of his cock, still trapped in his jeans. But he held still, didn’t even rub against the rough fabric for relief.

I gave him a pleased hum as I pressed two fingers into myself, tilting my hips so he could see them moving in and out.

His wings flapped so hard that a few empty seedling trays scattered across the floor, but no other part of him moved. His eyes were locked between my legs, and his tongue played with his piercing, but he was still.

Perfectly obedient.

He was so worked up and desperate that our connection had me almost coming from the light touch of my fingers, but I knew how to be patient too. I withdrew my fingers with an obscene squelch and raised them to his lips. Without prompting, his long tongue flicked out, sucking them into his mouth. His eyes rolled back as his cheeks hollowed, licking me clean with a soft moan.

“Greedy boy.”

His red eyes flew open at that, desire shooting up my spine.

“I bet you’re desperate for me to touch you.”

“Yes, yes, please⁠—”

I had my vines drag down his pants until his cock popped out, bobbing between us, dripping wet. His knot was already swollen and red, throbbing angrily between his piercings.

I pulled on an exaggerated frown. “You poor thing. Are you aching?”

“Yes…so bad. I’ve been good, haven’t I? Please, Lucia…”

I traced my thumb through the precum leaking along the vein on the side of his cock, dragging it around the head and squeezing just inside of mean. He cried out, his hips bucking off the table and thrusting into my hand.

“FuckLuciapleasepleaseplease—”

“Tell me what you want.” I grabbed his chin, making him look at me. “Use your words.”

He flushed that beautiful pink hue, hips still moving, his cock throbbing in my hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, forcing clarity into his words.

“Lucia…please. I—I want to be inside you. Want you to use my knot, use me.”