Page 75 of Tempt

He’s very pretty. White-blond hair and dark blue eyes. He looks like an angel. He’s wearing a sheer tunic, and beneath it I can see he has piercings in his nipples, belly button, and one on his cock.

For some reason, I know I’m not in any danger with him.

His Vyastil, on the other hand…I don’t know, but I don’t see him looming, which is not what I expected.

I give him a nod.

“Hello,” I see his lips say.

For a moment I consider doing the I’m Deaf pantomime. But while that usually goes well, sometimes it ends up awry, and I’m not in the mood for that. I can voice. Especially when I probably won’t see this guy again.

“Hello. Sorry I interrupted you.”

His eyes go wide, and his head tilts to the side. He takes a couple of steps closer, and I can see him even better from here. He has faint freckles across his very pale skin—a lot like mine, but they’re almost auburn instead of the rich brown I have.

He wets his mouth. “Are you Russian?”

I can read that perfectly off his lips only because I get that a lot. When people don’t clock my Deaf accent, they notice what I picked up from my speech therapist who was from Ukraine—and most people can’t tell the difference.

I shake my head. “No. Sorry.”

He blinks again, then suddenly raises his hands. ‘Wait. Your accent. You Deaf?’ he asks in ASL. His signs are fluid—loose the way native signers are—not as formal and stiff as someone who learned it in a classroom.

‘Yes. You?’

‘No.’ He hesitates, then spells, ‘SODA.’

Ah. He has a Deaf sibling. That makes total sense. Hearing parents of Deaf kids rarely learn enough to be fluent, but their siblings usually pick it up like it’s their first language.

‘Who?’ I can’t help but ask. Nosy-me, but if he has a Deaf sibling, he’ll get it.

He grins. ‘Two brothers.’ He stops, then his shoulders shake, and I realize he’s laughing. ‘I can’t believe I met a Deaf human while getting a blow job. This is so weird.’

I can’t help but grin back. ‘Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d see anyone around. Does your Vyastil live nearby?’

‘No. We stay in the capital. Dhoryn,’ he spells the name, and it takes me a moment to process it in my head, ‘doesn’t usually let me out…but I convinced him to take me to the forest today.’

I don’t know what that means and want to ask, but he changes the subject before I can press.

‘Anyway, my name is Lucie.’ He spells it for me, then gives me his sign name.

My eyes widen. ‘Lucie? That’s different.’

He shrugs. ‘Full name Lucius. I like Lucie better. Your name?’

‘Luca.’

He grins and bites his plump bottom lip. ‘I like that. Names same-same.’

It feels too good to be true, meeting him like this. ‘Are you a companion?’ I spell the word because I’m not sure how it even translates considering what we are. Part-time cum bank, part-time lover? It’s hard to tell.

Lucie’s Vyastil looked like he was enjoying himself more than just a transaction to get cum, but I don’t want to assume all of them are like Everest and Rathyn. Hell, I’m proof of that.

Eissa could have all the cum he wants, but he won’t stop refusing me.

Lucie waves at me when he realizes I’ve drifted off. ‘Are you okay? Is your Vyastil hurting you?’

My eyes go wide. ‘No, no. Never. He’s on Earth. Big, important business. It’s…lonely here.’ I hesitate, then ask, ‘Does yours hurt you?’