Moth to Her Flame (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)

43. Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Three

R iven

Gone are the sweet kisses and thoughtful words of a moment ago. Instead, I yank her thighs wide, rearrange my position, and press my face into her folds. I can’t talk. My lips and tongue are too busy tasting her. She’s addictive.

Her scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweet and musk that makes my probe flick eagerly, gathering her nectar. I can feel her heartbeat pulsing through the delicate flesh beneath my touch, her breath growing more ragged with each passing moment. Her head thrashes as she grabs my hair, her fingers so tight it’s clear she doesn’t want to let go.

My probe explores her folds, tracing every delicate curve and line. Her body responds to my touch, her hips lifting to meet me, her breath hitching as I find the sensitive bud nestled within. I circle it gently with my probe, feeling her shudder beneath me. Then wrap the tendril around it and pluck. She responds with a cry, a wordless expression of shock and pleasure.

“Riven…” Her voice is a soft moan, a plea for more. I oblige, increasing the pressure, flicking it against her clit. Her hands find their way to where my wings emerge from my body, gripping me tightly as her body writhes beneath me in a sensual dance.

I can feel her pleasure building, her body tensing as I continue my exploration. My wings arch and flex, responding to her touch, their golden light flickering in time with her quickening heartbeat. The room around us seems to come alive, the crystals in the walls pulsing with the same rhythm, casting dancing shadows across our bodies.

I slip one, then two fingers inside her, feeling her wet warmth envelop me. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand as I move, my fingers curling to hit that sensitive spot deep within her. My probe continues to circle her clit, matching the rhythm of my fingers, driving her higher and higher.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps now, her body tense and quivering. She’s close, so close. I can feel her release building, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, her body arching off the bed.

“Riven, please…” Her voice is a desperate plea, begging for release. I oblige, increasing the pressure of my probe, moving my fingers faster, deeper.

Her release comes like a sudden storm, her body convulsing beneath me, her cries of pleasure filling the room. The golden light from my wings flares brightly as her body rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I slow my movements, letting her come down from the high. She’s still panting, her body trembling with aftershocks. After pressing soft kisses against her inner thighs, her stomach, her breasts, I make my way back up to her face. Her skin is flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She pulls me close, her mouth finding mine, and we share a deep, languid kiss.

“That was…” she starts, but words fail her.

“Just the beginning,” I murmur as I drink in the sight of her well-pleasured expression. I can feel my body responding to hers, my own desire growing more urgent. But I want to take my time, to savor every moment of this.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s straddling my hips. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she grins, settling herself against me. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to yank my cock out of my pants and thrust up into her right now.

Her hands explore my chest, tracing the patterns of my feathers, the lines of my muscles. She leans down, her hair falling like a curtain around us, and kisses me deeply. Her tongue flicks against my probe, teasing, exploring. I wrap my arms around her, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against me.

She sits up, her hands resting on my chest, then grinds against me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle. I can feel her, hot and wet, through the thin fabric of my sleep pants. My cock aches to be inside her, to feel her clenching around me.

Reaching up, I cup her breasts in my hands. Her nipples are hard against my palms as she arches into my touch, her head falling back. I roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging gently, and she moans, her hips moving faster, pressing harder against me.

“Riven. Don’t make me wait! Why are these in the way?”

The way she says the word “these” as she grips the waistband of my pants, tells me just how offensive she finds the plaid flannel. Together we slide my pants down and off. My cock is hard, aching, and my lower probe is reaching toward her with need.

She looks down at me, her eyes wide with desire. “You’re so sexy,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the length of my slender probe. Just her gentle touch makes me hiss with arousal, my hips giving a little thrust as I try to control my urge to slide into her and begin to pound. My wings flutter in their helpless need to distract me from the fire she’s igniting in me.

“Did I mention before that your cock is… beautiful?” She wraps her hand around it, exploring the length, the thickness, the pulsing veins that run up the sides. She strokes me gently, her thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of moisture that has pooled there. I groan, my hips stuttering as though they can’t wait to pump my cock into her. She smiles, a sultry, knowing smile, and moves her hand in a slow, steady rhythm.

I let her explore, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to maintain control. Her touch is both torturous and delicious, pushing me to the brink but never quite sending me over the edge. She seems to know exactly how to keep me teetering, her grip tightening and releasing in a maddening pattern.

“Chelsea,” I growl, my voice a low rumble. “You’re playing with fire.”

“You’re right, Riven. It’s not time for play. This is serious business. Are you ready? Ready to complete the mate bond? Because if I’m certain of one thing, my love, it’s that I’m ready to be bound to you forever.”

She lances me with the most poignant look. It’s filled with love and affection that I let go straight to my heart. Along with her tender feelings, there’s also naked desire showing on her beautiful face. She can’t control her gaze from drifting down my body and focusing on my probe as it writhes toward her, wanting to give her pleasure in the most primitive way possible.

“Riven,” she breathes, her eyes meeting mine. “I need you. Now.”

It’s all the invitation I need. I roll us over, let my gaze lovingly admire her curves, then place myself at her entrance. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to thrust all the way to the hilt inside her.

How many times have I dreamed of this? But the reality is a thousand times better than it was in my imagination. In a moment, we’re going to be connected, body and soul.

With tender force, I press into her, our breaths hitching as I breach her body for the first time

Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent gasp. The sensation of her tightening around me is exquisite, almost overwhelming.

I move slowly, allowing her body to adjust to mine. Each thrust is deliberate and measured as I drive deeper into her. Her hands clutch at my back, nails tracing lines of fire down my skin. I lean down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, my probe tasting her, exploring her. Our breaths mingle, our hearts beat as one, the connection between us growing stronger by the second.

My wings flare brighter, the room ablaze with golden light. The crystals in the walls begin to hum, resonating with the energy we generate. I can feel it flowing between us, a powerful current that binds us together, amplifying every sensation.

Her hips lift to meet mine, her body moving in perfect harmony with every thrust. My probe teases her clit, flicking, pulling, circling in time with our rhythm. Her breath catches in her throat, her back arching off the bed.

“Riven…” she pants, her voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise. “It’s… perfect.”

I smile, basking in the glow of our connection. “Our bond…” I whisper, my breath hot on her ear. “We were made to complete each other.”

Her body responds to my words as if they were a physical caress, her inner walls clenching around me, pulling me deeper. The sensation is almost too much, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. But I hold back, wanting to draw out this moment, to explore every inch of her, to worship her body as it deserves.

My probe continues its exploration, circling her clit, tugging lightly, sending such compelling jolts of pleasure through her that they cause her to gasp. Her lids fly open as her gaze connects with mine. After giving me a hint of a smile, they slam shut as she moves with me, our rhythms perfectly sync’d. She’s gripping my shoulders so tightly her nails dig into my skin, the sensation adding fuel to the fire burning inside me.

Her breath comes in short, sharp pants, her body trembling beneath me as I thrust into her, each movement deliberate and powerful. I can feel her pleasure building, her inner walls clenching around me, her body arching to meet mine. The room around us is ablaze with light, the crystals in the walls pulsing in time with our heartbeats, casting dancing shadows across our intertwined bodies.

I lean down, capturing one of her taut nipples between my lips, flicking it with my probe, circling it, tugging gently. She moans, her hands clutching at my hair, her body dancing beneath me. I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, feeling her shudder with pleasure.

The air around us seems to crackle with energy, the bond between us growing stronger, more intense with each passing moment.

Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she reaches for the precipice of her pleasure. I can feel her release building, her inner walls clenching around me, her body arching off the bed. I increase the pace of my thrusts, driving deeper, harder, until I push her over the edge.

“Riven!” she cries out, her body convulsing beneath me, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave.

It’s mesmerizing, the look of pure bliss on her face as she enjoys her ecstasy. When her trembling lets up, I slow my movements, allowing her to come down from the high, her body quivering with aftershocks. I gaze at her, my heart swelling with an emotion I’ve never felt so intensely before. Her skin is damp with sweat, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur, brushing a tendril of hair from her forehead. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a depth of connection that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Did you…” Her mouth pops open in confusion. “You didn’t… come?” The look on her face is a beautiful combination of compassion and desire. “Come inside me, love. I want us to complete our bond. Isn’t this what we’ve both been waiting for?”

Chelsea’s words ignite a fresh surge of desire within me. The mere thought of completing our bond, of finally becoming one with her in every possible way, shoots a punch of arousal through me. I can feel the energy pulsing between us, our connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

“You’re right,” I whisper, my voice dripping with a raw hunger. “This is what we’ve both been waiting for.”

I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My probe explores her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, while my lower probe finds her clit once more, circling it, flicking it, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans into my mouth, her hands gripping my hair, her hips lifting to meet mine.

I move again, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, not knowing how long it will take for her to be able to… Oh. My mate seems to have an infinite capacity for pleasure.

Her inner walls clench around me, trying to milk me. Her desire urges me to increase my pace. I oblige, my hips moving faster, harder, driving into her with a rhythm that matches the pulsing light of the crystals.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling beneath me as she climbs higher. I can feel her pleasure building, her inner walls clenching around me, her body arching to meet mine. My own release is close, the sensation of her tightening around me almost too much to bear.

My wings flare wide, their usual gold transforming into iridescent hues of purple and jade. The crystals in the walls flicker in harmony with the display.

Chelsea’s eyes widen in awe, her breath hitching as she takes in the spectacle above and around us. “Riven… it’s… it’s beautiful,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.

Her words ignite a fresh surge of desire within me, and I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her body responds in kind, her hips lifting to meet mine, her breath coming hard. I can feel her pleasure building, her inner walls clenching around me, her body arching off the bed.

My probe continues to tease her clit, flicking, pulling, circling in time with our rhythm. Her moans grow louder, more insistent, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging into my skin. The sensation adds fuel to the fire burning within me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Riven…” she pants, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m so close… please… please don’t stop…”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I increase my pace even further, my hips moving like a piston in a machine. Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she reaches the precipice of her pleasure. Her release builds, her inner walls clenching around me, her body moving with mine as she finds the perfect angle to take her pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, I send her crashing over the edge. Her body convulses beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, echoing off the walls.

The sight of her lost in ecstasy sends me tumbling over the edge after her. My release comes in a rush, my body shaking with the force of it. My grunt is feral, primitive as I shoot my seed deep inside her.

In that moment, I feel it—the final piece of our bond clicking into place. As our bodies shudder with the intensity of our shared climax, energy surges through us, binding us together in a way that transcends the physical.

Chelsea’s eyes meet mine, and in their depths, I see a reflection of the same awe and wonder that I feel. Our connection is complete, our souls intertwined in a bond that can never be broken. The realization sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, languid kiss that speaks volumes of the love and affection flowing between us.

As our bodies come down from the high of our climax, I roll us over so she’s draped across my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine. My wings wrap around us, their light softening to a gentle, soothing glow that bathes us in a warm, comforting embrace. The crystals in the walls and ceiling respond in kind, their light dimming to a soft, steady pulse that matches the rhythm of our hearts.

For a long moment, we simply lie here, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one. I can feel the energy flowing between us, a constant, reassuring presence that tells me that she is mine, and I am hers. The knowledge fills me with a profound sense of contentment and peace, a feeling I’ve never experienced before.

Chelsea lifts her head, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at me. Her eyes are soft, her expression one of pure, unadulterated love. “That was… incredible,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the soft skin of her cheek. “It was more than that,” I murmur. “It was the culmination of everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve felt. It was the completion of our bond, the final piece clicking into place.”

Her eyes search mine, and I can see the understanding dawning in their depths. “I can feel it,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I can feel you, inside me, not just physically, but… spiritually. Like our souls are intertwined.”

I nod, a soft smile playing on my lips. “That’s because they are. We’re bound together in a way that transcends the physical. Our connection goes beyond that—it’s a merging of our very essences.”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s beautiful, Riven. It’s… overwhelming, but in the best possible way.”

I pull her into a gentle kiss, my wings tightening around us, cocooning us in a world of our own. When we break apart, I stroke her cheek, wiping away a stray tear with the pad of my thumb. “We’ll navigate this bond, this new reality, as a team.”

Chelsea nods, snuggling closer to me, her head resting on my chest. “Mmm.” I wonder if she’s nodded off, but after a few minutes, she brushes her fingertips along the edge of my wings. “I like the new color scheme. Gold is so…” her lips tip into a smile, “last year. I’ve always been partial to blues and purples.”

I pay attention to my wings for the first time since we completed the bond. “You’re right. A definite improvement. The crystals in the walls seem to agree.” Some of them have lost their yellow glow and are mimicking my wing colors.

We lie there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and the warmth of our newly completed bond. It’s a peaceful, serene moment, a stark contrast to the chaos and danger that awaits us outside our sanctuary.

Eventually, Chelsea breaks the comfortable silence, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. “You know, I never would have imagined that being mated to a Mothman could be so… transcendent. But here we are, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

A low chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I squeeze her gently. “I’m glad you feel that way, because you’re stuck with me now, my love.”