Page 7 of Tempt

Something pushes at the boundary of my mind, and I’m too focused on this to fight it off. I succumb just as he starts to hum around me, making my entire body shake. I’m lost to it, my mind trying to make sense of how good this feels, all while something inside of me flares to life.

Something different, something foreign.

It’s almost like I’m feeling his pleasure too.

It’s overwhelming and intense, making my orgasm rush forward. I struggle to be released from the bonds of his tail, needing to hold on to something as I cum, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he only seems to tighten his grip on me, sucking harder, faster.

Luca. My Luca.

A voice in my mind. Not my own. Something different. A language I don’t know. And the sensation of it is different. Hearing, maybe? It’s not the way thoughts usually form in my head—a mixture of words I know and the impression of hands shifting through signs.

This is something else. It’s a rhythmic buzzing, like music I can feel coming from a heavy, thumping speaker. It’s the edges of sounds that I can hear if I press my ear very close to something very loud.

Except it’s also more than that. It is beautiful.

It makes my entire body shiver. It’s wholly erotic and frightening, and god, I want more. The combined sensations are enough to make my hips buck up, my cock shuddering in his mouth as I come.

His eyes flick up to meet mine, and I stare down at them as my release washes down his throat. He swallows it, taking every last drop, his lips stretched wide around my cock as I’m wrung dry.

And when he’s done, he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches, his tail slowly unwrapping from my wrists.

We stare at each other, a bit of my cum lingering on his bottom lip. He swipes it away as I try to make sense of what just happened. That wasn’t just a blow job. That was…different. It was more.

I let out a shaky breath, but Eissa still doesn’t look away, his eyes dazed and confused.

Something draws me to my knees, and I reach out to cup his face. His eyelids flutter, and I feel him tremble against me. I’m not supposed to touch, but I can’t help myself, can’t stop.

Instead, I lean forward and let my lips meet his, a graze, a promise.

He holds himself still, letting me taste, touch, lick. He does not reciprocate, and when I pull away, his eyelids are closed, his chest heaving.

His hands find mine, claws digging into my skin as he shoves his fingers between my own to hold my hands. He lifts himself up, his massive body pinning me to the mattress as we fall backward.

He begins to rock, to move, and his tongue laves over the side of my neck before he sucks against my pulse point. I groan loudly, feeling the rumble in my chest, and I feel one coming back from him.

He turns my head, claws pricking into the sides of my jaw as he slides his tongue into my mouth, over and over, a mimic of a fuck. I writhe against him and realize the feeling of lust I was getting before, the one that wasn’t my own, is rising again.

And so is mine.

My cock is still hard, kicking against his lower stomach as he uses the friction of his body against mine. I feel him exhale, warm and heavy against my cheek, and then he pushes up on one elbow and stares down at me.

My hands are pressed against his sides, and I tense, but he shakes his head, then lifts one hand. ‘Beautiful.’

I don’t know if anyone has ever called me that and meant it. Not the way he means it. I see it in his eyes, in his face. He’s staring down at me like he wants me. Like I’m something.

My heart twists in my chest, and I rock my hips up against him. ‘More? You want?’

His eyes shutter, and his tongue wets his lips. His fangs poke out just a little, and he stares at the side of my neck. Dipping his head low, he runs his lips over my tendon, then scrapes his fangs over it.

For a moment, I think he might bite me there.

And for a moment, I want that.

Then his massive body slides down mine, and once more, his mouth engulfs my cock. I cry out, hips arching up, and his tail pushes between my legs, the thin tip sliding up to my hole, pulsing a touch there that nearly sends me over the edge.

I’m seeing stars as his tongue wraps around my cock once more, and then I’m coming on a sharp cry that scrapes against the back of my throat.

This time, my hands fly into his hair, holding him there as I pulse into his mouth. I feel every lick, every suck as he takes me. My fingers twist around his impossibly soft strands, and when I’m finished, he collapses against my thighs.