Page 34 of Claimed By the Mothman (Greymarket Towers #1)

His mouth trailed down her throat, dragging heat in its wake. He moved down her chest, tongue circling each nipple in slow spirals, as if following a sacred rite. Down her stomach, each inch taken with aching patience, until he paused just above her navel.

“You open for me like dawn," he murmured, kissing lower, proboscis flicking lazily across her skin. “Like a flower unfurling.”

Nell’s hips bucked reflexively, her hands clenching in the pillows beneath her. She was dying. Drowning. Burning alive.

He paused at the cradle of her thighs, just above the place where she pulsed open for him. His mouth hovered, breath shaking, and she could feel how close he was to losing control.

“May I taste you where you are marked?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she choked out, holding back the urge to grab him and press him there herself. “Yes—gods, please. ”

His wings shivered open just enough to frame them in shadow, and his claws dug into the pillows on either side of her hips as he anchored himself. The heat of his breath ghosted over her slick folds, and she whimpered.

His tongue pressed, slowly and deliberately, to the inside of her thigh and dragged upward. Every one of her nerves sparked and flared. Sig’s proboscis followed, flexing in the air like it could taste her arousal before it ever made contact. And then— lightly, so lightly —it touched her.

A jolt lit up her body, violent and exquisite, stealing her breath in a ragged sob. Her vision went white at the edges. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, gripping at pillows, at nothing, at him.

The proboscis moved again. A slow, sensuous stroke, spiraling around her clit in maddening, delicate ribbons, tightening just enough to feel, loosening just enough to tease. The tip flexed, brushed the bundle of nerves in time with her pulse.

His tongue moved, laving her sex with an aching slowness that bordered on cruel. One long stroke, from dripping entrance to trembling clit, and her back arched off the pillows like her body couldn’t decide whether to flee or beg for more.

She moaned low in her throat. “Oh— fuck —Sig—”

Another lick, slower and firmer, as the proboscis joined his movements. It flicked, teasing, its movements delicate and deep .

She sobbed his name, her thighs trying to close against the intensity, but his claws held her open, steady, until she was keening beneath him, no thought left in her body but yes, yes, more.

He pulled back, barely, and lifted his head. “I was shaped to serve this one purpose.” he intoned. “I would unmake myself for one more cry from your lips. I would burn my wings if it meant you kept moaning my name.”

His voice alone was almost enough to drag her to climax.

“And you,” he growled, a sound of possession as his eyes burned hotter. “You were made for this—for me. To be worshiped and to worship in return. You will break beneath me, beloved, and you will thank me for every moment of it.”

His mouth sealed to her again, his tongue flattening in a long, reverent sweep as the proboscis slid between her folds, curling into her in slow, widening strokes.

It pressed gently against every trembling threshold inside her, stroking her inner walls like it was tracing the shape of her soul.

He held her steady as her body tried to climb toward the brink, only to be pulled back again, just shy of release.

“Oh fuck, oh gods, Sig—yes, there, right—fuck, please—”

Pleasure surged through her in a tidal wave of heat and light.

A primal wail tore from her throat as her body convulsed around his mouth, his tongue, his proboscis still curling deep inside her like it never wanted to leave.

He gripped her hips tighter, claws curling possessively against her skin, holding her in place as tongue and proboscis continued to move in concert, unrelenting.

Her body clenched and opened all at once and she cried out again as another shudder overtook her. Then another. And still, he didn’t stop, not until her cries faltered into gasps, and she collapsed, boneless.

When he finally lifted his head, she stared at him in awe, this creature of hunger and wings and shadow and light, who had undone her like a ritual he was born to perform.

“I need you.” The sound dragged out of her, hoarse and aching, tongue clumsy with want. “I need you in me.”

A primal look shifted in his expression, and he rose above her, wings flaring in shadowed silhouette. His cock had emerged, thick and dark and engorged, and the heat of him brushed against her glistening want.

“Say it again,” he whispered, eyes blazing.

Nell’s lips parted in reverent surrender. “I need you. Please. ”

“You beg so sweetly,” he murmured, voice like a claw just shy of sinking in. “But I need to hear it yet again, beloved.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need you.”

He made a wrecked sound of barely bridled need, but still, he didn’t enter. Instead he rolled his hips. Just once. Just enough to let the swollen head of his cock glide over her clit.

“This is a choosing,” he rasped. “This is you wanting me. Let me hear it, Nell. Say you claim me.”

She lifted her eyes to his and a snarl twisted her lips.

“I claim you,” she growled. “Now shut up and fuck me. ”

“As you command,” Sig snarled, and he thrust himself fully into her, sheathing himself to the hilt.

Her mouth fell open in a wail at the shock being filled so completely, so rightly. Her legs locked around his waist and she clawed at him, hands scraping over velvet and chitin as if she could carve her desire into him. His hips drove forward with a force that stole her breath.

“You are my temple,” Sig rumbled, voice thick with devotion and demand. “I will worship until your walls come down, as you beg like a sinner for ruin.”

“Then ruin me,” Nell moaned through clenched teeth, all fire and fury. “Don’t hold back. You wanted me? Take me. Make me scream your name until I forget mine.”

She grabbed the back of his head and brought his forehead viciously to hers. “You’re not going to break me, Sig,” she breathed, a grin curling at her lips even as her body trembled. “You’re going to make me feral. ”

She bit his shoulder— hard .

He let loose a clicking bellow and slammed into her, hips snapping forward with brutal precision, each thrust hitting a place inside her that was all nerve and want and helpless, screaming pleasure.

Nell writhed beneath him, eyes wild, a broken laugh spilling from her lips as she met each stroke with thrusting hips, nails dragging into his arms.

“Harder,” she gasped, voice shaking with pleasure and defiance. “Come on—wreck me—make me scream.”

His wings flared—once, twice—and they rose above the pillows, bodies lifting just enough to break gravity’s hold.

The shift arched her spine, and the scream tore from her throat without warning as release slammed through her.

Pleasure surged, wild and unrelenting, igniting every muscle, every trembling nerve.

She clenched around him with desperate rhythm, body seizing in pulses that dragged him deeper, kept him locked inside her, as if her body couldn’t bear to let go.

The bond surged, searing and golden, a radiant coil that looped through her body and snapped back into him like a closed circuit.

She felt him shudder against her as resonance detonated.

Pleasure surged again in a wave and her body gave way, spasming around him, sobbing in a cascade of broken sound and desperate gasps of yes, yes, gods, yes—

“Call my name,” he clacked. “Say it again.”

“Sig,” she gasped—louder now, desperate, raw.

A clicking trill rolled from his throat, low and involuntary, as the rhythm of his hips faltered, and then redoubled. He moved faster, sharper, every thrust a tremor of need too vast for flesh. She felt the resonance in his chest vibrate against hers, like a living engine coming apart.

He crushed her to him, claspers tightening at the curve of her hips. His mouth buried in her neck, breath wet and shaking, and the pulse of him inside her turned ragged, not erratic, but overtaken, as if the frequency of her voice had overridden everything else.

Sig’s head snapped back, wings flaring wide.

A thrumming, clacking keen ripped out of him, high and layered and terrifying in its beauty as he came in brutal, pulsing waves, hot and overwhelming, and Nell wailed in pleasure as she felt the bond snap tight and ignite between them, around them, within them.

For one breathless, impossible moment they were no longer bodies, but light, sound joined together in perfect harmony.

Then—with a shuddering gasp that cracked the air between them—he collapsed.

They sank to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, shaking, gasping, still joined. Her legs still around his waist. His arms locked around her like he feared she might vanish. Mouths parted. Hearts pounding. Breath syncing in perfect rhythm.

The pressure at her waist made her blink. Then laugh. A soft, syrupy sound, cracked open with joy as warm as wine.

“Your claspers,” she murmured, voice gone honey-slow with bliss. “They’re locked again.”

A low, vibrating hum of mortified awareness pulsed through Sig’s chest. “I… I am sorry,” he churred, voice tight. “If it is uncomfortable, beloved, I can try to shift, or—”

She silenced him with a kiss. “It’s all right,” she whispered. “It’s sweet. Like…forced cuddling.”

He glanced down, eyes glowing but uncertain. “Truly?”

She stretched just a little and rolled her hips with lazy intent, feeling him still stiff and warm inside her. “Truly, Harbinger.”

His pupils flared and his wings gave a pleased twitch. A sub-harmonic hum began in his chest, steady and pleased-sounding as it vibrated through her rib cage like a lullaby sung in octaves her species had never developed.

“I am pleased to be useful in this manner,” he murmured carefully as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

Nell laughed again, a soft exhale of disbelief and tenderness, and then winced slightly as the motion shifted him deeper inside.

“Does your kind ever rest during this locking thing?” she murmured, cheek to his chest, breath fluttering against the velvet there.

“Yes.” Sig traced his fingers along his spine. “It is soothing. A chance to remain close and to be known.

She smiled and tucked herself under his chin nose buried in the soft down of his chest. He shifted with gracefully, rolling gently onto his back, never slipping from her .

“I could stay like this forever,” she whispered and felt him press an answering kiss to the top of her head.

She drifted off to the sound of his heartbeat and the thrum of the bond.

Wrapped in wings. Wrapped in warmth. Wrapped in him.