Page 65 of Lessons with the Mothman

"E-Elias,"I gasped, arching and swallowing a whimper as I ground down and then remembered myself and tried to rise up once more.

He snarled, tightening his grip on my hips and pulling me down to sit fully on his face once more.

Holy shit.

My brow furrowed and I whined, rocking, nudging my clit to his nose as his insanely long tongue stroked inside of me. This past week had been…insane. It was almost like Elias was taking out some kind ofrevengeon me, a punishment of pleasure for all the times we'd hooked up and I hadn't gotten off.

"I c-can't," I stammered out, trying to pull away again, head shaking, my sweaty hands slipping on his headboard.

Except I could. He'd proved that plenty of times.

I'd spent as much time at Elias's apartment—I was calling it that now, even if it was attached to a mansion—as I had at my own this week, squeezing every minute out of every day to juggle my work and the cats and…and whatever this was.

I moaned at the sound of a soft buzzing, and then Elias groaned inside of me as he shoved the little air pulse vibrator against my clit.

Helovedusing toys on me.

And really, I couldn't be mad about it.

His other hand reached up, alternating soft pinches on my nipples.

And still I resisted, my head filling with a dozen irritating thoughts that pecked and demanded my attention. Stanton had been a prick in emails and at our meeting this week, interrogating my study and acting almostsuspiciousof every answer I gave. Emma had reached out and asked me to come with her and Mom and Kathy to look at bridal gowns, and I was both delighted at our reconciliation and dreading the actual experience.

Elias had sent me flowers on Monday. My apartment super had left them at my door. A huge bouquet of greenery and late season blooms, like a wildflower meadow had been growing on my doormat. Thank god it hadn't been something cliché, like roses, but the gesture had thrown me for a loop. Maybe it was traditional for the fae to offer some kind of gesture after a mating season fling? I was too afraid to ask.

Suddenly, Elias growled and rose up, grabbing me around the hips and throwing me to my back on his bed.

"I swear I have to fill at least two of your holes to get you out of your head."

I gaped, thrilled by the words and shocked back into the moment, then cried out as he dove back down to feast on my core. His claim wasn'tentirelytrue, although it was an extremely effective method. Mostly, I liked the way he talked, the slightly demeaning teasing he used. He was so…sweetafter sex, and the contrast of this version of him short-circuited my brain.

Which, yes, helped me get out of my head enough to?—

"Victoria."

"I'm sorry!" I cried, my fists striking the mattress.

He purred and kissed around my pubic hair and then up to my belly button, licking in the divot. "Shh, no, darling, it's all right. I'm being selfish, aren't I? You don't need your pussy licked."

I mean, I didn't, but it had felt nice.

He rose up, bracing one hand by my ear. He passed the still throbbing vibrator into one of my hands and pecked my lips gently. "You need it pounded."

I sighed, relaxing, as he fit himself to my entrance and slid smoothly inside.

Elias laughed and grinned down at me. "One of these days, you'll cream all over my face." He kissed my heating cheek. "Tonight, I'll settle for you soaking my cock."

"Elias," I said, nose wrinkling, and then quickly my expression smoothed as he surged slowly out and back in again.

"Am I teasing you too much, darling?" He purred, nuzzling against my ear as I arched beneath him. "I do love to push your buttons," he said, pinching and tugging softly at one of my nipples as he drew out again.

"You-you know what I want," I gasped, one leg hooking over his hips, my knee brushing to the underside of his heavy wing.

"Mmm, I do," he murmured. "Really, of the two of us, you're the selfish one." He reared up, kneeling between my thighs, plunging in and out with far too much patience.

"Elias," I pleaded, my eyes squeezing shut. Was this what I was afraid of? A lover trying to prove that they could get me off? I didn't feel afraid now. I was hot and trembling and trying to throw my body into his, to grind my clit against his fur.

"I'll take my pleasure how I like it, Victoria," Elias growled, punctuating his words with rough thrusts. "With you wet. Gasping. Squeezing on my cock. Just. Like. That."

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