Page 137 of Tempt

My fingers clutch onto his back, digging rivets into his soft, scarred skin. He doesn’t stop, his eyes wild, his ears pushed back as he sits back on his haunches, grabs my hips, angling them up and ruts. This position is almost too much, the ridges on his cocks making my rim contract and release around him. I can feel them pulsing inside of me, vibrating against my prostate with each thrust forward and each drag back.

I come again, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He licks me clean once more, my cum smeared across his chin.

He looks good like this, messy and unhinged, so unlike the Eissa that has always kept himself buttoned up and tucked away.

He pulls me up the rest of the way, my body completely at his mercy as he rocks his hips back and forth, a violent rhythm that has me moaning like something feral and wanton. His teeth graze my neck once more, and I hold onto him again, pressing his head down against my skin, wanting him to bite me.

Please. I beg. Please.

I can feel his resolve slipping, the need to claim almost unbearable. His teeth graze and nibble, slowly digging into my skin but not piercing it.

But I know it’s inevitable, the bond wrapping around us, tightening around my chest, our hearts beating almost as one.

And when Eissa comes, I feel his fangs sink into me, blood bursting from my veins as he consumes me, marking me as his. It’s earth-shattering, the feel of him inside of me, body and soul. I come once more at the feeling of it.

And as his knot expands, I can feel the small pulses of his seed trying to breed me. Can feel his pleasure as if it were my own. He presses a clawed hand against my belly, the pressure making his cocks twitch inside of me.

I press a hand over his, and our eyes meet.

For a moment, I’m a little distraught at the thought that I’ll never be able to give him an offspring, that I’m lacking once more. That he’s bitten me and he can’t ever take that back.

But Eissa soothes my mind, telling me all the ways he adores me—giving me images of how he sees me, making my heart expand and pulse with the knowledge that he loves me. And when he’s sure I understand, he rolls and pulls me back onto his chest, our bodies connected until he slips free of me once more, and we do it again.

And again.

Until I feel so full I’m nearly bursting.

The next twenty-four hours are something I’ll never be able to describe. I’m in such a trance that I can only remember bits and flashes of it. Eissa’s cocks sliding into me, our skin slapping together as he takes me in every way imaginable. Me on my knees, biting down on the mattress to keep my screams inside, me riding him while his knot is still expanded, making him nearly feral, his claws ripping into the wall behind him. Me on my side, one leg thrown over his as he thrusts his cocks in and out of my hole.

I’ve come so many times I lost track. I had no idea I could even have that many orgasms.

By the time his rut is over, I’m exhausted, sweaty, and slick. I sleep nearly twelve hours after Eissa soothes me, wipes me up as best he can, and curls around me, lapping at my skin.

When I finally wake, he’s there, those rainbow orbs staring down at me, a curl of his lip and a hint of fang visible as he watches me.

‘You slept so long. Are you feeling rested?’

I stretch out, feeling the ache between my legs, but it’s not terrible. He must have given me zitha to help me heal.

‘I am.’

‘Sore?’ he fingerspells.

‘Just a little.’ I grin up at him and touch his face, seeing his ears flutter as I do.

‘How are you feeling?’

His cheeks flush, and he bends down, running his nose against mine, one of his fingers plucking at the ring in my nipple.

‘I feel complete. Alive. I would like to rut you always.’

I snort, and he grins. ‘How often do they come?’

‘Every seven first-moon cycles.’

‘I have no idea how long that is on Earth, but I’ll be there for each one.’