13. Mated to Mothman

13 / MATED TO MOTHMAN

Sage

Lamps gleamed around us as Fitz laid me down on a soft blanket. The stars sparkled above us as his wings spread, the amber light splashing over his features.

I’d had a couple days to think about if this was what I really wanted and I knew now, more than ever before, that I’d fallen in love with him. Luca had even connected me with Penny again so we could talk, and after hearing her and Rum’s story, I no longer felt like I was crazy for making a life altering decision because of a whirlwind, passionate, weekend.

It wasn’t just the sexual connection between us.

It went deeper than that. It was stronger than that.

The moment I’d let go of the thought that I wasn’t deserving of love, my entire world had become clearer. I had a lot of growing to do as a person and was happy that there were people that would stay by me as I did so.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him. “For forgiving me.”

“Thank you for coming here,” he murmured as he kissed my neck.

I raised up beneath him as he pulled my shirt off. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we stripped slowly, relishing every moment.

“I missed you,” I rasped.

“I have no words to describe the way I felt,” he said. “I am whole again now that I am with you.”

Our tongues tangled together. His cock released from within and pressed against me as he devoured me, our groans mingling breathlessly. I couldn’t get enough of him.

He dragged his claws gently down my side, his tongue tracing my body.

“How do we mate?” I asked. “How does that work?”

“For me, it’s different from other monsters,” he whispered. “Instead of an exchange of blood, it’s a connection made between our souls. The same strings that connect us that the Barista can see, except we tie them tighter.”

“But how?” I asked.

“We open our hearts.”

A couple days ago, that would have been completely impossible for me. Because I knew what he meant. It wasn’t just being vulnerable, it was allowing each other to see the other’s soul in its entirety.

The good, the bad, the pain, the joy.

“I trust you,” I whispered. “And I love you. I’m yours, Fitz.”

“I’m yours forever, little flame.”

The way it happened was indescribable. I felt it, the moment it did, though, as if my heart were answering his call in a sea of a million voices, knowing him apart.

“ Oh ,” I whispered.

I could feel him. His thoughts, his desires, his…

His love for me.

I couldn’t hold the tears back. It was too much. Knowing this now, it was absurd to think I’d ever wondered if he couldn’t love me.

“You deserve it all,” he said softly. “Every ounce of my love.”

I wrapped my arms around him as the two of us kissed. Feeling his desires mix with my own only heightened the pleasure of being touched.

We both wanted more.

“Please fuck me,” I rasped. “I’ve never felt like this before. There’s so much.”

“There is,” he huffed, kissing down my body until he came to my cunt.

Oh gods. The moment his tongue touched me, I arched against him, my voice echoing into the night sky. He drove his tongue inside of me, the pleasure like a lightning bolt through my body.

“Yes,” I rasped. “You feel so good.”

I groaned as more pleasure shot through me. I wanted more. I wanted him to be inside me.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he pulled his tongue, free and positioned his cock between my legs, the feelers gripping my thighs.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he purred. “My mate .”

When he said mate , I could feel it reverberate through me. It only turned me on more.

“I’m your mate,” I said.

He growled and thrust inside of me.

My mate. It echoed through my mind as he pumped into me, the two of us intertwined as he thrust in and out. I held onto him, melting against him as he fucked me.

Feeling the desire and pleasure from him was enthralling. Every thrust, I could feel his wants. Every kiss and stray growl, all of it was melded with my own desires and needs.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered.

“Come for me, little flame.”

“Come for me , mate .”

He growled deeper and with a final thrust, the two of us came together. Fireworks exploded between us, the wave of euphoria mirroring each other in intensity.

Hot cum filled me, the two of us panting as we slowly came down.

Our souls were now tied together, and I felt like I was where I belonged—in the arms of my mothman.