Page 108 of Claimed By the Mothman
Gods, she loved this, how he twitched beneath her hands. Loved that she could do this to him, reduce him to a loose heap of need just by touching him.
Her tongue flicked out.
Sig clacked, and one of his claspers jolted forward, caressing the back of her head with sudden, desperate care. She licked again, slow and coaxing, teasing his trembling edges, and the flesh beneath her lips parted. He began to emerge, glossy, engorged and flushed. His breath hitched and her mouth watered. She gave a small moan and ran her tongue along his full length from base to tip, the ridges rippling across her tongue.
He made a guttural, buzzingchirrthat vibrated through her sternum, rattled her teeth, and made her clit throb in fierce, answering need.
“So greedy,” she whispered, voice thick with heat. “You’reshakingfor me.”
Then she opened her mouth and sealed around him. His voice cracked into a high, desperate chitter, one claw twisting into the sheets as the clasper at her skull tightened.
“Please,” he choked. “Please—don’t stop—”
Nell moved slowly up and down, working him lips stretched, tongue coaxing. Her hand stroked the base, honoring what she couldn’t devour. Sig was panting, his breath threaded with clicks, trills, thrums, like he was unraveling beneath her in every language at once. She felt his pleasure rising through the bond, and when she felt it spike, as his breathing crested and his hips began to rise…
… she pulled back and sat up.
Sig stared up at her, his chest heaving and his eyes glassy. “You are ruining me,” he rasped.
Nell looked down at him through her lashes and smiled. “Oh, love. I’m just getting started.”
In a slow, unhurried motion, she reached for the hem of her sundress and pulled it over her head.
—
Her spine arched as the cotton whispered away from her skin, and she tossed the dress to the floor. Then her bra, unclasped with steady fingers and sliding down her arms like a discarded thought. Nell rose to her knees, hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties and dragged them down. Everything was flung to the side until she was settled, completely naked, straddling him.
Sig lifted a hand towards her face, but before he could touch her, she caught his wrist and pressed it back to the bed.
“Beloved,” he breathed. Barely a sound. “Let me touch you.”
“No,” she said, resonance humming behind her words. “It’s not your turn.”
She slid forward, thighs gliding over his abdomen, skin damp with her desire. His cock twitched beneath her—glistening, waiting, hers. She smiled, grasped him firmly, then slowly lowered herself onto him.
He groaned as his ridges vanished into her in slow, agonizing surrender. Nell’s eyes never left him as she took him in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within her. She rolled her hips once, twice, in a deliberate grind that made his wings flare with want against the mattress. His hands shot up without thinking, grasping for her hips like hehadto hold something or fall apart.
Nell caught them midair and slammed them back onto the bed, pinning them down with brutal grace. Her hips moved faster now, harder now, almost cruel in their precision.
“No,” she scolded with a smile that didn’t soften the command. “You’re not following instructions.”
A desperate whine caught in his throat. “Beloved—I need—please—let me touch you—”
She shifted atop him with ruthless precision, her movement sharp enough to cut him off mid-breath. “You,” she said—voice low, edged like a blade—“stay.”
She ground against him again, deliberate, punishing. “Youwatch.”
He forced his hands to stay exactly where she’d pinned them. His whole body trembled with the effort.
Nell slowly lifted her hands, and without breaking eye contact, cupped her breasts and pinchedher nipples between her fingers. She moaned, letting the sound cascade around them, and moved her hips with surgical precision.
His claspers rose before he could stop them, bracing against her back. Nell smiled briefly at the touch, like she was humoring his biological instincts,then clucked her tongue and shook her head.
“Rules are rules, Sig,” she murmured, voice honeyed with threat. “And broken rules deserve punishment.”
She dropped one hand between her thighs, fingers circling her clit in slow, exact strokes. “You’re going to watch,” she instructed, breath catching, “and not touch. And not come.” Her rhythm quickened. “That’s your punishment.”
He whimpered, his claspers twitching wildly against her back as they tried to hold back the instinct to pin her down, flip her over,worship her from the inside out.His wings spasmed against the sheets, fluttering with a restraint that bordered on pain.
