Page 49 of Moth to a Flame

I smirked. “Well, how could I say no when you ask so nicely?”

I straddled him and sank down slowly. His back arched harshly as his first piercing pushed past my entrance, then another, dragging against my pussy until I reached his knot. It was big, and I couldn’t take it right away. I clenched around him, trying to work myself open, but my legs were burning, and every pulse sent pure ecstasy up my spine through our bond as Hawk’s legs thrashed.

“So tight…yellow, Lucia. Wait…”

I stopped immediately and grabbed his face. “Are you hurt? Where?”

“It’s not that.” His jaw was clenched tight. “You feel too good, and I don’t want to come yet. Not until you do.”

Oh.

His cheeks flushed redder. “Can you help me?”

I nodded and called the softest vines I had up over the edge of the table. They wrapped once around his thighs, then one circled the base of his cock and the other beneath his balls. I clenched my thighs, and the vines squeezed as my pussy did the same. His eyes rolled back.

“Color, Hawk.”

“Green…green…”

My hips rolled in figure eights, and my vision nearly whited out with what he was sending down the bond and the sensation of him stretching me, but slowly—oh so slowly—I worked his knot and then the rest of his piercings into me. The curve of his knot hit my G-spot every time I thrust down against him, his broad head rubbing deeper over that ribbed spot until I was seeing stars.

“DoIfeelgood? TellmeIfeelgoodLucia.” He was drooling, his biceps and forearms swollen beneath their restraints as his whole body tightened.

“So fucking good, Hawk. I’m so close. Just a little more?”

He nodded frantically, his eyes closing as I felt him holding back, and I moved faster, harder. The leaves on the vines around his cock flicked against my clit, and every inch of my skin was on fire. Low in my stomach, the pressure was inevitable, and then magic poured out of my chest, and I couldn’t stop it.

Silver vines, soft as moonlight and mirroring the ones I had him tied up in, wound around my ribs. They snaked down and around his chest, throbbing gently with our joined heartbeat. My eyes widened, but his were still clamped shut, so he didn’t see them. He just whispered.

“You’re perfect. So perfect. I’m yours…please.”

The vines tightened beneath my ribs, daring me.

You’re mine, Hawk. Stay. I want you to stay with me.

The words sat at the tip of my tongue, but five years—a lifetime, really—of hurt and thorns killed them. Instead, I placed my hand on his tattooed chest and said, “Come with me, baby.”

My legs gave out as I slammed down onto him one more time, bracing myself against his chest as wave after wave of molten pleasure rolled through me. I loosened the vines caging him, and he cried out as his circulation returned and catapulted him over the edge until he was shaking and pulsing inside me. The orgasm seemed to last forever as the bond carried it between us and copious amounts of his cum dripped out of me and down my thighs.

But those silver vines between us floated away like ash—unsatisfied.

His eyes fluttered open. Well, half-open as he breathed deeply, dazed. I used what energy I had left to send the real vines back to their cuck pots.

As they retracted from his skin, angry red marks remained, twisting around his wrists and torso. Guilt washed through me, and I gingerly took his hands in mine, placing soft kisses against the tortured skin of his forearms.

“I’m sorry. We’ll go inside and get you a poultice.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean…they aren’t too bad, and—” That embarrassment rose again for a second, but he moved past it quicker this time. “I like them. I mean, I like having your mark on me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, even as my heart stuttered.

“So being tied magically to me isn’t enough?” I asked, half teasing, half guilty. “I guess you are getting greedy.”

He looped his fingers through mine and placed a soft kiss against my knuckles. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

What pulsed down the bond was so soft, so gentle, it terrified me. He was so good, so sweet, so caring, and he’d been leashed to me. I’d heard what he’d said…about staying. But that was just proximity and magic. He deserved far better than this.

Far better than me.