Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Kassie
Did I dream that?
I sat up in bed and saw that it was dark outside. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. If I had dreamed it, it was the most real thing I had ever seen.
A whole swarm of Mothmen filled the break room of the furniture store, eating lunch as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. And maybe it should’ve been—eating lunch was normal for anyone, wasn’t it? Even if “anyone” happened to be Mothmen.
I dragged my fingers down my cheeks, feeling the reality of my skin, then glanced down at myself. The black shorts and fishnets still hugged my legs, and my dark purple top still hung loosely off one shoulder… exactly what I'd been wearing when everything went sideways.
Yeah, I remembered getting dressed, pulling this on, and heading out to see him. The picnic basket had been packed, and when I opened the door, those beautiful wings were spread wide before me. Angry, red eyes reflected off every surface in the room until they turned on me.
They softened, and I immediately knew who it was.
Then, it all went black.
My mouth felt like sandpaper. I rolled toward my nightstand, reaching for my usual water jug. My fingers found something unfamiliar instead—a cold glass beaded with moisture, ice cubes clinking softly as they melted.
That was… disturbing.
I drank out of my water jug instead, because I didn’t know; that glass could be poisoned or drugged.
I coughed and tried to spit out what I had just drank out of the jug, because I realized that could have been poisoned, too.
I could have died in a horror movie.
A cold draft brushed against my calves, sending goosebumps racing up my thighs. From somewhere in the darkness behind me came a soft, insect-like trill. I froze, unable to breathe.
What. The. Fuck. Is. That.
I’ve always loved a stalker romance—maybe even the fantasy of a love scene like that. Part of me might want to desire it. But when it crosses into real life, when it actually happens, I’m second-guessing.
My throat bobbed. “Heeey?” My voice shook, giving away how worried I really felt.
A feather-light touch grazed my leg. I shrieked, scrambling backward until I hit the headboard, and curled into myself, arms wrapped tight around my trembling body.
Something scuffled across the floor in the darkness. My heart leaped into my throat as every horror movie I've ever seen flashed through my mind. If this was the boogeyman coming for me, I'm out—that's where I drew the line.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” I squealed.
The movement ceased at the foot of my bed. Silence fell, heavy and sudden, before a crimson glow pierced the darkness. The eerie light pooled across the floor like liquid, then climbed upward, inch by inch, as if the room itself were filling with blood-red water.
Was it Hades coming out of the Underworld? Was the portal under my bed?!
I froze mid-breath as crimson eyes pierced the darkness from the foot of my bed, where long, curved claws gripped the wooden frame.
Thank all the creepy things, it was Atlas.
I wanted to sigh in relief, but I also had my own role that I had to play. Was this him slowly revealing himself?
“Am I dreaming?” I muttered.
The Mothman unfolded himself from the shadows, his crimson eyes, with long lashes fixed on mine as he cocked his head in silent acknowledgment.
Ahh, I see. This was supposed to be a dream sequence, to get my reaction. Gotcha, I can do this, play a game.
He’s so freaking adorable.
I unwrapped my legs and knelt onto the bed. “Are you a nightmare?”
He scoffed and shook his head, standing taller, higher, showing off his bare chest, no plaid shirt or jeans; it was all him in his Mothman glory.
His bright eyes stood out, while the rest of him was a deep gray, but when those wings spread behind him, he looked even larger, more… supposedly terrifying.
He unfurled before me, magnificent and otherworldly. Last time, drunk and vulnerable, he'd been a huddle of limbs and wings against my sheets. He stood tall, displaying his true form. Four arms extended from his torso, four hands that could explore every inch of me at once.
And my panties just got a little damp.
He let out that familiar whine I'd heard so many times when he was in human form. His antennae twitched forward suddenly, probing the air between us like curious fingers.
Those looked like they could be fun.
Atlas leaned forward until he was crawling on the bed toward me. His wings were behind him, making him appear larger than he actually was.
I shuffled backward, putting on a show of fear, but my body betrayed me with every inch he advanced. My breath caught as those alien feelers twitched. Each delicate movement sent electricity racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly as he closed the distance between us.
His throat vibrated with a sound like distant thunder as he closed the space between us. "Kassie," my name emerged from him. It was not spoken but claimed. It wasn’t just a primal sound, it was somewhere between hunger and worship.
Atlas kept surprising me.
“Kassie…”
He did it again. Said my name like a beast ready to have his way with me.
Would he be so forward?
He prowled across the mattress, his weight pressing me deeper into the sheets with each deliberate movement. Looming above me now, those crimson eyes dominated my vision.
I could feel his breath, hot and humid, on my face. It should have been terrifying, but there was something so intimate about it. Something that made me crave him, want him, desire him more than I ever wanted any other man, male in my life.
He paused for a moment, and I watched as his antennae swayed slightly. He was searching for my reaction, and I wondered if he could sense my heart pounding. If he was aware of my pulse thrumming under my skin. My neck, face; everywhere felt flushed.
Just as I wanted him to stop hovering over my body and touch me, he moved, but not like I expected.
Instead of moving forward and touching me with those large hands, two of them gripped my wrists and pulled them above my head.
The other two grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed so that I was flat on my back.
The whine that left him… it was damn hot, and I arched up into him.
I was pretty sure this was supposed to be some kind of nightmare, but it was feeling more and more like a dream come true. My sweet Atlas had turned into a male on a mission, and damn if I didn’t want to see more of it.
Of course, I couldn't just let him know that. Not yet.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. It was breathy, wants and needs laced through it. His grip tightened for a moment, as if punishing me for asking such a silly question.
White-hot heat coursed through my body when he moved, his wings opening slightly as he moved his grip. Instead of holding my wrists, his fingers wrapped around my hands, holding them tightly. Instead of being held down, we were almost holding hands.
It was too much. I shivered, doing my best to keep my breath steady. I still couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could feel him lean closer to me.
I could feel the vibrations of his growl against my skin.
If he could do that, I wondered what else he could make my body feel just by touching me.
His antennae whispered over my skin, and I jumped.
The sensation was nothing like I expected, and it sent electricity coursing through my body.
If he could do that, what would those four arms feel like?
What would those wings feel like? Would they be soft or rough, would they be warm or cold?
Would they wrap me up and hold me close?
“Kassie,” he growled. “I cannot hold back any longer.”
I wasn’t asking you to, but okay?
His antennae swept down my eyes, my nose, and paused at my lips. He huffed in annoyance and went lower down my body until his head was between my legs.
The fluttering of his antennae tickled between my inner thighs. I moaned and tried to move my legs together; I needed friction, but he stuck his knee between them.
Curse him.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to taste you from the source. I cannot wait.” His gruff voice did it. It made my pussy cry and contract all at the same time. If he didn’t hurry up, I would end up orgasming on my own from the edging.
This wasn’t supposed to be that bad.
I felt something hard rub against my leg. Before I could question it, the sound of ripping material and my fishnet stockings being pulled away from me filled the air.
Was that his fucking teeth?!
I gasped and tried to sit up, but he still had his hands interlaced with mine, holding me down. Atlas was so tall it was almost insane that we could even fit on this bed.
He pushed my legs wider. I squeaked and tried to wiggle from his grasp. This only egged him on; he snarled when he lifted his head, and I watched him as he slurped up the crotch of my stockings into his mouth.
By the Sacred Socks of Sasquatch, he was eating my clothes.
He devoured the stockings, his tongue curling around his lips before he lowered his head again. I gasped as I felt the unmistakable tug of teeth against the fabric of my shorts.
There was no way he could rip through those with his teeth…
Riiiiip.
That twatwaffle. I liked that pair.
Atlas took his lower hand and grabbed my bare ass as he pulled them away. That didn’t stop him from eating the crotch out of the shorts. He snarled and snorted, all while gripping me tightly. There were hands that held me down, while others squeezed me.
I panted, thinking about that tongue as it darted out of his mouth. He watched me as he sucked on the shorts, shook his head and ripped the crotch out in seconds.
“I will eat until I get to the center,” he hummed.
Hell, I’ll be your tootsie pop.
This time, with less clothing, I felt his tongue as he swiped on the outside of my already drenched panties. He hummed, the long tongue quickly slurping the extra moisture from the fabric.
His body vibrated. I couldn't help but squirm as his tongue tickled my clit through the fabric. His teeth nibbled and then ripped the underwear away from me suddenly.
I gasped and wiggled in his grasp. There was no way this was happening!
I felt the cool breeze on the lower part of my body. Atlas was still munching on my clothing, but he was staring at my pussy so intently I subconsciously tried to close my thighs.
He snarled, lifted his head back for the fabric to slide down his throat.
“Mine, you can’t take it from me.” He took the hands holding my ass and pushed my legs up so he could literally see… all of me.
I’ve wanted to have this done to me. It’s been on my bucket list, but it’s been on a list I thought would never be fulfilled, though! A monster boyfriend, a sweet one at that, and he was absolutely going feral.
I should have prepared for this!
I wanted this, most definitely did, but I was more self-conscious of someone, for the first time, to see me completely bare.
He’s seeing pussy and… other things.
Would he like the way I looked?
Atlas’ grip on me tightened like a vise. His wings fluttered excitedly behind him. “Mmm, such a pretty pussy for me to devour.”
Be still, my heart.
He dove between my legs, and I could feel the rumble of his growls against my thighs, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.
“More.” I gasped, my voice a mere whisper. This seemed to spur him on, his tongue darting in and out with increased fervor. The room spun around me, the darkness no longer frightening but exhilarating, a backdrop to the insane pleasure coursing through me.
His antennae flicked against my skin, soft compared to the rough grip of his hands.
They danced over my body, sending shivers down my spine.
I could feel his wings, warm and surprisingly soft, brushing against my legs.
It was all too much, too intense. I could feel the heat building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.
I tried to buck against him, to force more friction, more contact, but he held me firmly in place. His lower hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, while his upper hands pinned mine above my head. I was trapped, completely at his mercy, and it was fucking glorious.
"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. More? Less? Release? All I knew was that I needed something, anything, to ease the ache building inside me.
Atlas paused, his tongue stilling for a moment.
His eyes, those twin red moons, stared up at me from between my legs.
He huffed, a sound that sent vibrations straight to my core.
Then, with a deliberate slowness that was almost cruel, he licked again, his tongue flat and not wide enough, drawing out every last bit of sensation.
My breath hitched, my heart pounded, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he curled the tip of his tongue, hitting a spot that sent me spiraling. The world exploded in a burst of white light, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I screamed as I rode out the storm he put me through.
Atlas hummed, his long tongue, which was very much like a moth’s, tickled my thighs until it rolled back up into his mouth. He stopped pinning me down to give me movement, but I was like jelly.
I could retire the rose now.
He towered above me, his eyes glowing more than ever.
“I need… more of you.”
Well, curse me six ways to Sunday if you are going to tell me like that.
“Yes, more,” I said in a sleepy haze.
He sat up straight and ran his hand down his torso. I followed it until I saw… it.
It was another monster that I couldn’t believe was real.