Page 38 of Moth to Her Flame

“Is it here? Here where you’re not built like a man?” I tease, petting his erection until it kicks against my hand. My touch sends sparks of golden light racing through his wings, their glow reflecting off the crystal walls like captured starlight. “All I need is to take your jeans off for the big reveal?”

In the least coordinated maneuver of my life, I undo his jeans’ button. When I force my gaze to his face, his expression is a beautiful mix of vulnerability and desire that makes my heart stutter in my chest. He still looks shell-shocked. Damned if he doesn’t take this moment to lick his lips, that probe promising things I’ve been dreaming of.

“And this zipper? If I could just…” I pull it down one tine at a time, “unzip it, I’ll see exactly how you’re not built likea man.” Through our growing connection, his anticipation and nervousness tangle with mine, creating a feedback loop of shared emotion that makes the crystals pulse in harmony with our racing hearts.

“Mmm.” The sound vibrates through me, deep and primal as his lids shutter closed in ecstasy, though we haven’t crossed even one of the barriers we’re going to encounter tonight.

I know it wasn’t a word, wasn’t even a syllable, but by the dazed look on his face, and the way his antennae flutter like leaves in a storm, I have to give him credit for managing to make a sound.

I struggle to wiggle his jeans down until he comes to his senses and helps me. His movements are gentle but trembling slightly, betraying how affected he is by my touch. God help me, although I was trying to keep my cool, after the unveiling, I let out the softest little yelp.

When our gazes collide, his wings dim noticeably, his terrified look tells me he interpreted my yelp as disappointment. I need to quell those fears right this minute.

“A heads-up might have been in order, Mothman. Here I thought one probe was heaven, but you’ve been holding out on me.” My voice carries genuine wonder rather than fear, and his wings immediately flare back to brilliant gold.

At the root of his beautiful, masculine, very human (except for its jumbo size) penis, is a tiny proboscis doing everything but calling my name. Like his wings, it seems to shimmer with itsown inner light. It’s not as long as his tongue, but by the way it’s writhing and moving, it’s possibly even more dexterous than the one in his mouth.

I hate to break the mood, but I have to ask a few scientific questions. “Is that part of the mating process?” My fingers tremble slightly as I resist the urge to touch, to explore.

“If you want it to be.” His voice drops to that low register that always makes the crystals sing.

Nothing like a non-answer.

“I mean, does it—”

He interrupts me by gripping my hand and setting it close to his… masculine array.His touch is infinitely gentle despite the tremors running through his powerful frame. The facile tendril doesn’t hesitate to curl around one of my fingers. It goes through its paces—twisting, turning, pulsing, plucking, petting.

Each delicate movement sends answering pulses of luminescence through his wings until the entire room seems to glow with captured sunlight. My pussy is drenched and clenching itself at his little demonstration.

“It does it all, Chelsea. Anything you want. Just like my tongue.” His antennae quiver with each word, picking up the electrical charge building between us.

Kill. Me. Now. I’ve been fantasizing about all the things that tongue will be able to do to me and here he has one in such a convenient spot.

I’ve been feeling the effects of what must be the mate bond for days, though I was just to stubborn to admit it. The pull to be near him, to touch him, to do things to make him happy, make his life easier. It’s thrumming now, vibrating with shared anticipation, making every point of contact between us feel electric.

But… oh yeah. This is supposed to be about him—although at this moment I don’t think his wings could be any brighter or his antennae more perky.

“And does it like mouths as well as its… big brother?” The question comes out breathier than intended, but the way his wings snap wide makes it worth any embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t know, Chelsea. Your mouth, along with everything else we share in this bed, will be my first.” His confession carries such trust, such vulnerability, that something in my chest cracks open and fills with light.

I didn’t see that coming. The revelation makes everything even more intimate, more precious. My body grows more aroused, making me almost desperate to put his littlenectar probethrough its paces.

“You mean we get to explore together, Riven? I get to learn what you like at the same time you do?” Through our bond, his joy at my acceptance flows like honey, sweet and warm.

I think for a moment he was feeling out of his depth, but my comment puts him at ease.

His wings curve forward, creating a private universe of golden light just for us.

“Yes, love. Let’s explore.” The word “love” resonates through our bond like a struck bell, filling every corner of my being with warmth as his proboscis traces my jaw with infinite tenderness.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Riven

Oh shit! I shouldn’t have said that word. She’s not ready. It’s been threatening to pop out of my mouth for days, but I promised myself I’d play it cool. I fucked up.

Wait! Maybe she didn’t notice, because she’s ripping off her shirt. Before she leans over me, ready to use her mouth, I stop her.

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