Chapter Thirty-Two
Kassie
The buzzing of my phone on the dresser caught my attention. At first, I ignored it, figuring someone had just texted me. But when it kept vibrating insistently, I realized someone was actually calling me.
If it were a phone call, it most likely meant it was an emergency.
Because no one called anymore, everything was done by text.
Everyone hates phone calls these days… even doctors know it. That's why they text to confirm appointments instead of calling. They understand the dread of hearing that ring and having to answer it.
My lips released Atlas with a pop. His breath caught in his throat, transforming into that vulnerable whimper I'd come to adore. "Kassie, please..." he whispered, voice strained.
He was ridiculously cute when he begged.
Apparently, this was his way of letting me get back at him for rutting me in the sky—right over the town, no less.
I told him it hadn’t exactly been a hardship for me, but he insisted I punish him, and honestly…
what kind of girl turns down an offer like that?
He was having second thoughts. I had him tied to the bed with his own silk, strong as hell, even if I was pretty sure he could snap it if he really wanted to.
He just lay there, watching me with that look, like he wasn’t sure whether he was about to be rewarded or completely ruined—and I was having far too much fun letting him wonder.
“Please.” His antenna twitched, and the phone buzzed again.
I leaned forward between his legs and bopped his nose. “Just a second, dear, it might be important.”
Atlas leaned his head back on the headboard, his poor dick weeping. I didn’t realize just how many times a Mothman could come. Do all monsters leak like that? How many times do they need to come in a day?
My vaginal PH was going to be all sorts of messed up if we were doing it all the time.
But that’s tomorrow’s problem.
I crawled off the bed, still in my silk dress, making sure that Atlas got a good view of my backside. He groaned and banged his head on the headboard.
“Why does my soul have to be so mean to me?”
I laughed, picked up the phone, and saw Harlow’s name flash across the screen.
“Because I love you, and teasing you is so much fun. Now, be a good boy and let me take this phone call. You better be in the same position and do NOT touch yourself.”
Atlas coughed. “Good boy? What the hell? I am not a good boy!”
I raised my eyebrow as I answered the call. “Hey, Harlow, what’s up?”
“I’m fucking Mothman!” he shouted—though it came out a little more girlish than he’d meant. His eyes flared brighter red, in betrayal, like even his body was laughing at him.
I snickered and left the room, leaving the door cracked to keep an eye on him.
Harlow's voice came through the phone, concerned but trying to sound casual. "Hey, um, I know you're probably busy with your... forest activities, but I just wanted to check that you're okay with everything that’s happening. The whole supernatural soulmate situation."
My heart warmed at her concern. Classic Harlow—looking out for me when I should be the one checking on her.
“Of course. It all happened so fast, and I never thought of myself settling down, but when you know you know, right?”
The phone went quiet for so long I checked to see if the call had dropped. Finally, Harlow cleared her throat. "Right. Well, speaking of unexpected wildlife… that fox shifter's been spotted again. You've heard about the situation?"
I pursed my lips together. “Yeah, I do. Why do I have a feeling something is up with you?
Harlow's voice took on that breezy tone she always used when downplaying something serious. "Just taking a little me-time, that's all. Don't worry, I've got the house locked up tighter than a drum. Those witches even put some fancy magical barrier around it. Nobody's getting in there."
I scratched the back of my neck. “Where are you going? Let me come to you, or better yet, let me bring you here. I don’t like you leaving the town. Are you running from someone? Is it Gideon?”
Harlow's laugh crackled through the phone.
"Please. That lanky creep couldn't handle me on my worst day.
Listen, I'm good, I promise. But heads up—those wolf shifters were after some fox in the town square earlier.
They tore into the woods, so just... stay inside, okay?
Keep everything locked tight. If anyone knocks, pretend you're not home. "
I nodded my head, knowing she couldn’t see. “I won’t, and locks are taken care of.”
“Good,” Harlow took a breath. “I gotta go, I will call you in a couple days.”
“You better,” I said softly. “Please. I don’t like this.”
Harlow scoffed. “I just need a little space to clear my head. Between the shifters, witches, and whatever else is lurking around here, it’s a lot.” Then her voice softened. “But don’t worry about me. You and Atlas are meant for each other. Anyone with eyes can see that.”
I stomped my foot. “I don’t want you to go, but… I get it. Will you text me when you get where you’re going?”
There was a brief pause. “Yeah, sure thing! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do—which, as you know, means everything.” She cackled, followed by an exaggerated smooching noise, and then the line clicked dead.
I stared at my phone to confirm she’d really hung up on me. Of course she had.
Weird.
I put the phone down, torn between chasing after Harlow and respecting her space. She might be impulsive sometimes, but she wasn't irrational, at least not today. And once Harlow sets her mind on something, like her move to Arcana Falls, wild horses couldn't drag her in another direction.
I licked my lips, listening to Atlas mumble to himself about how he wasn’t a good boy—no, he was the big, bad moth.
The thought of chasing after Harlow vanished as quickly as it came. My life was here, tangled up with Atlas. We still had no idea how to navigate his... situation, or if he could ever leave this place without consequences neither of us wanted to face.
And what about the fox?
Next time I saw Gideon, I would give him a piece of my mind because I knew he had something to do with all of this.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, Atlas was sprawled across the king-sized mattress, his massive wings stretched out and still barely contained by the edges. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths, and those glowing, red eyes followed my every movement as I closed the door behind me.
“Female,” his voice grew dark. “I’m tired of playing these games.”
I circled the bed teasingly, watching him strain against the headboard.
Something about having this powerful Mothman lying here in front of me gave me such delight.
I savored these moments of control, knowing they were fleeting—soon he'd snap, his composure crumbling as primal instinct took over.
The way his antenna twitched when he was fighting himself made my stomach flutter.
“Yes, what can I do for my male?” I giggled while I crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. His breath caught, and his arms caught against the bindings of silk.
I rubbed my pussy against his cock, letting myself feel his hardness.
His red eyes took on a darker hue, and his chest rumbled with a low growl. "You're playing with fire, Kassie."
I leaned down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. "Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling a bit combustible today."
Atlas's body trembled beneath me, his muscles straining against the silk bonds. I could feel his breath catch, the coiled energy ready to burst free. I pulled back, a smirk playing on my lips. "Now, now, don't struggle too much. You'll hurt yourself."
He let out a frustrated groan, his glowing, red eyes never leaving mine. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
I shrugged, shifting slightly and eliciting a hiss from him. "Maybe just a little." I winked, running my hands up his chest. He let out a high-pitched whine as I traced the sensitive spots where his wings met his back.
“Kassie!” he warned as he leaned forward. “I’m not going to play nice and be restrained for much longer if you keep doing that,” he moaned, and rested his head on my shoulder.
“But it’s so fun, this way.” I ground myself against him, feeling the heat against my pantie-clad pussy was good, but not enough. “I need to feel more of you,” I whispered to him.
Without warning, Atlas ripped his lower hands free from the heavy bed frame; the bed hardly shook for how well it was built.
I squeaked when his arms went around my waist, and his claws ripped my underwear free.
He brought them to his face, his antenna rubbing, sniffing them with reference before he shoved them into his mouth with a slurp.
I don’t think I will ever get over that.
“Now, ride my cock, I want to see myself disappear inside you,” he snarled. Atlas squeezed the sides of my hips, surely leaving bruises for later.
So hot!
I rose up onto my knees, ready to grab his dick to place it where I wanted it, but the coils around him had already placed him where I needed him, ready for me to sink onto his wide girth of a cock and take him as deep as I could.
I stared at him as I began to sit down; his eyes boring into me as his claws tugged at my bra. “I want to see all of your beauty while you suck the life out of me.”
I gasped as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill me up. His eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. I could feel his coils shifting beneath me, supporting my weight, helping me rise and fall in a rhythm that was already threatening to send me over the edge.
"Atlas," I breathed, my nails digging into his chest. His claws, still gripping my hips, guided my movements, urging me to take him deeper, faster. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me, his coils rubbing against my clit with every thrust.
His upper hands, still bound, strained against the silk. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing, the veins popping out as he fought to free himself. "Kassie," he growled, his voice barely recognizable. "You're going to make me lose control again."
I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "That's the point."
His body shuddered beneath me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel his coils tightening, his grip on my hips becoming almost painful. I knew he was close, and so was I.
Suddenly, he tore his upper hands free from the bindings, the silk shredding like paper. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him as he took control, driving into me with a desperation that matched my own.
He pinned me to the bed, two hands on my hips, the other two above my head, pinning my hands. His whole body vibrated right down to his cock.
Since when can his cock vibrate like this?
My pussy tightened around him, and the whine he let out was desperate.
“Kassie! Fuck!”
His hips moved like a piston, his cock pulsing inside me, hitting every spot that made me see stars. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but feel as he took control, his body overwhelming mine. The vibrations from his cock were something else, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.
My breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. Atlas struggled, caught between bracing himself above me and reaching for my chest. With a growl of determination, he managed both, one hand supporting his weight while the other captured my breast, his thumb circling then pinching my nipple until I gasped, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his cock inside me and his skilled fingers teasing me to madness.
I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. His grip on my wrists tightened, his eyes locked onto mine. They were glowing so brightly, like two red suns, consuming me, pulling me in.
"Atlas," I gasped, my body arching against his. "I'm close."
A wicked grin spread across his face, his fangs gleaming. "I know," he growled. "I can feel it. You're squeezing me so tight, Kassie. You're doing so well, taking all of me. Such a good female."
Shit, he is good with praise.
I arched my back, and his tongue wrapped around my nipple. His other hand squeezed the other breast, and an odd sensation came into my mouth. My teeth itched unbearably, but I didn’t have time to think about it because my orgasm ripped through me.
“Mine!” Atlas’ wings fluttered behind him. He shoved his cock deeper inside me, his coils making sure to shove deep inside me to keep his seed in. It was a delicious feeling… to be so full.
Atlas wrapped our fingers together, his face nuzzling into my cheek. While it was only one orgasm, I felt more drained than before.
“I’ve worn my match out, haven’t I?” Atlas chuckled to himself. “We should rest, especially since the strange morning we have had.”
I hummed, my eyes barely able to keep themselves open.
It was certainly busy, and my teeth were itchy…
“Yes…” my voice was weak. “Just a nap and then… maybe something to eat.”
Atlas hummed, his tongue licking the salt down my neck. “I will provide everything my female needs. Please rest, let me take care of you.”
I relaxed in his arms, feeling his tongue swipe across my forehead and my neck.
“Ew, what are you doing?” I half-laughed.
“Cleaning you, you are filthy.”
He squeezed me tighter, pulling a tired giggle from my throat. "Sorry to disappoint, but Mothman saliva isn't exactly on my list of preferred moisturizers. I'll need that shower."
Atlas's wings fluttered in alarm. "Absolutely not," he growled, his antennae twitching possessively. "My grooming serves a purpose. Not only is it cleansing, but it marks you with my scent." His eyes narrowed, glowing slightly brighter. "That fox won't dare approach what's clearly been claimed."
Exhaustion won over argument. I slid my arms around him, fingers finding that tender junction where wings met muscle. His whole body jolted at my touch, driving him impossibly deeper inside me as a high-pitched sound escaped his throat.
We both screamed in surprise. He wrapped all his arms around and trapped me.
“Naughty, female. You will have to be punished later.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Really? You would spank me?” I nuzzled into his chest.
“Yes, I would. Until your backside was as red as my eyes.”
I bit my lip and rocked against him, feeling him pulse inside me. He moaned, his hands finding my hips to still my movements.
His eyes narrowed as understanding dawned. "You are one strange female."