Page 134 of Tempt

Luca leans back, beside him a satchel he took from my room. ‘I heard about this,’ he signs as I continue to thrust my hips forward.

My claws dig deep in the ground beneath me as I try to keep myself from reaching for him. I want to, to slide my cocks into his hole, but he is small and far too fragile without oyen. I would kill him if I did that, would rip him open front to back and not stop until I was done.

I could not live with myself if I harmed him more than I already have.

And I cannot ask him to consume the herb for breeding. It would not be fair.

This is my curse.

I will die rather than force him to take me.

Fuck you. Fuck you. You’re not dying. Tell me what to take. Where is it?

He starts to rummage through the bag and then empties it out onto the ground. I see it then, the small vial of herbs. The one that would solve all my problems.

I lunge for it, tossing it aside, and it rolls away. I reach between my legs and squeeze my cocks, but that only makes it hurt more. A guttural shout leaves me, and I arch up, watching as Luca scrambles toward the vial I threw.

He does not owe me this. Not when he hates me.

My Luca. No.

But then I see it, the flickering of glass in his hand, his fingers removing the top and pulling out far too much. The way it will open his body for me, the way I could push inside and find my release over and over.

The way I could have him.

The images filter through my mind, and I throw myself forward to stop him, but he’s already pushing it between his lips, his eyes widening as his body absorbs it.

It is too late for both of us. My rut has come, and he is ready.

Luca! I cry out through the bond, but he ignores me, flipping me off before I hear a broken groan come from his throat. I can smell his body loosening, the slick he’s producing.

He’s ripe, ready.

Oh my god. Oh god. Eissa. My Eissa. I need you.

I lunge forward, my claws shredding his clothes, my fangs baring down, scraping across the flesh of his neck, my tongue lapping at the blood I leave in its wake.

I want more. I want to mark him, but I cannot.

I will not.

I feel his small cock pressed against my own and it drives me wild. I want to watch him come, want to lap it from his skin as I knot him.

I cannot wait a moment more.

I lift him from the ground, his legs wrapping around my waist, my tail twisting around him, and then I slot my cocks at his gaping hole and impale him on me. He cries out, his hands clutching my shoulders as my cocks split him open, the need for him almost painful. But there is relief too. Such incredible relief.

Because it is Luca, it is more.

It is perfect.

I hear him moan as I pull him onto me completely, using my tail to prop him up.

He’s breathing heavily, his inhales rasping as his eyelids flutter open and shut. His cheeks are the most beautiful pink, his lips wet and parted.

I lean forward and kiss him, a tender moment before my rut takes over once more.

He kisses me back, the movement as he leans forward stretching him even wider.