Page 109 of Claimed By the Mothman
Nell threw her head back, her hips rising nearly off him before slamming back down in a rhythm so exact it bordered on cruel, each impact bursting stars behind his eyes. Sig trilled, high and layered, as his claws raked the mattress in the effort not to touch her.
“Don’t youdarecome,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. Her fingers worked harder now, tighter circles, slick and frantic. “I haven’t given you permission.”
He sobbed through clenched teeth, and still—still—he didn’t touch her.
Nell moaned as her fingers worked harder, faster, more frantically—until her whole body locked and the noise that tore from her was raw, primal, stripped of language, and she came apart in a rush that stole her breath. She clenched around him, fluttering and tight, the aftershocks rolling through her so hard he saw nothing but white. Still she moved, lips parted, skin shining, chasing every last wave until she’d wrung herself dry.
Sig bared his fangs, buzzing with overload as the pulse of her pleasure echoed through the bond. His body locked, hips straining upward, cock twitching helplessly within her but—no, not coming yet, still obeying her command as the restraint burned through him like it might tear him apart from the inside.
Above him, Nell sighed, as her pace began to slow. She blinked down at him, her gaze dazed and radiant, her face no longer sharp with command but softened with tenderness.
And Sig saw his chance.
—
One moment, she was above him. The next, the world flipped. Nell gasped as her back hit the bed, limbs splaying, breath punching from her lungs.
“Wicked thing,” Sig growled as he towered above her, a wall of muscle and heat and need barely held in check. His claws gripped her thighs. “You deny me the pleasure of touching you.”
With one rough motion, he shoved her legs wide. She choked on breath, because—gods—the sight of him between her thighs, barely restrained, was enough to undo her all over again.
“I will take my revenge now,” he snarled, lowering his head to her core and pausing just above her wet, pulsing center. “Now, it is your turn to beg.”
His arms hooked under her knees and, with one brutal tug, he dragged her legs over his shoulders, repositioning her like prey, like offering. Then he bent low and began to feast. He devoured her with his tongue, each stroke hungry and unrelenting. Clicks and chittering sounds spilled from him, vibrating against her skin.
Nell wailed as his proboscis unfurled and curled against her clit, pulsing and flicking with ruthless intent, as if punishing her for daring to come without him. Sig let out a low, vibrating trill, as he gripped her tighter, anchoring her to his mouth like he meant to consume her completely.
Her mark flared in response, glowing hot across her skin, a surge of bondheat sparking with every flick of his tongue.
Pleasure detonated inside her, fast and blinding, her body clenching around his tongue, her breath tearing free in a sob. But he didn’t stop. His mouth worked with merciless rhythm, driving her through it, past it, into something raw and uncharted.
She shattered again, her body convulsing beneath him. And then again, maybe—maybe not. Climax had ceased to be a destination, and was now a place she existed in, spread open and ruined gloriously.
At last, Sig lifted his head and pulled away. His mouth glistened with her, and his red eyes burned in lustful fury.
“You are not done.” He descended, claiming her mouth with his. Tongue and proboscis invaded with the same ravenous greed he’d just poured between her thighs.
Nell threw her arms around his neck in surrender, but he caught them and pinned them down as he loomed above her.
“Beg me to use you,” he thundered.
—
“Please,” Nell gasped. “Use me.”
Sig reared up with a hiss of breath, gripped her hips, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, her hair spilling forward in a curtain. He was on her in the next heartbeat, hands locking over the meat of her hips with something between reverence and possession.
A churr erupted from his throat, nearly swallowed by the crackling resonance that thrummed beneath, and he drove into her, hard and to the hilt. And oh, the feel of her—wet, tight, trembling, and alive with bondheat—nearly unmade him on the first thrust.
Nell cried out, arching into him as he withdrew and thrust again, deeper this time. He set a punishing pace of restraint, slow and deliberate, dragging every textured spiral of himself through her pulsing heat as he savored the way she clenched around him like her body never meant to let him go.
“I will fill you and leave you dripping with me,” he rumbled as he sank into her, savoring every trembling inch. “So the Lustrum will know. Soyouwill know. That you aremine, and mine alone.”
The bond flared, their marks pulsing in tandem. Sig bowed over her back, his hands moving from her hips to clutch her shoulders. “Break for me, beloved,” he breathed against her neck.
And she did. Her cry rose wild from her throat, broken and breathtaking, as if something inside her had been torn open to let the light in.
Sig didn’t stop. His rhythm stayed relentless, dragging her through climax after climax until sensation blurred at the edges, until itscorched, until she was sobbing, radiant,his.
