Page 152 of Tempt

My ears flutter, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss him, our tongues tangling. I consume him as his hands slide into my hair and tug roughly. We do this for ages, his belly growing round. Or maybe that is my imagination.

I do not know, but I am hard with want.

I want to see the results of this breeding.

When I finally push off him, I let my hand fall onto his stomach, pressing down and feeling the eggs inside. Vyastil females only lay one at a time, but the thought of my Luca laying more than one is making my cocks push all the way from my body.

They want to breed him again.

I pull the dick slowly from Luca’s body, and my eyes move to his hole. It’s open and wide, contracting around nothing. My fingers push inside of him, and I feel the soft, shell-like orb inside.

I growl, ferality creating a raging fever inside me.

And then he leans up, his hands on his legs, and he pushes, and I watch one come out and then another, the sight so erotic that I stroke myself at the sight.

When he finally falls back, his chest heaving, I fall on him, rutting against him like a beast, my entire body trembling. The feel of him, the sight of him giving birth to my eggs as my cocks explode against him, my lips falling to that spot on his neck that I bit.

I suck on it roughly, and his groan envelops me.

You liked it, didn’t you?

I loved it, my Luca. I loved it just as I love you.

I love you too. I wish I could give you an egg. I’m sorry I can’t.

No, I would not wish it. I want you just as you are.

That seems to soothe him because he sighs happily, his hands threading through my hair, brushing against my ears and making them flutter happily.

Everything else can wait, I think as I curl him against me and press my lips to his skin. Right now, I’m going to just exist with my VySytheh while there is still peace.

I will never not love the small, quiet noises that Luca doesn’t know he’s making. Just as I love the unthinking, unconscious ways he moves his body and his hands when he’s relaxed and happy.

It is different. Better than it ever was with Kori, and the longer Luca is beside me, the more my past starts to feel like some kind of fevered nightmare. I spend hours while he sleeps thinking about his stomach tight and round with eggs. I think about watching them as they slipped from his body.

As a breeder, I was meant to have a biological drive to want eggs. To fertilize them and grow our population. That has never been me. The want to watch my VySytheh round with the evidence of our coupling is pure instinct.

I have raised hatchlings and nearly failed on both accounts. Rathyn and Dhoryn are their own beings and have the capability to be so good. But I’m not sure that had anything to do with me. I do not wish to fail my own genetic offspring in the same way.

And, in reality, Luca is enough for me.

I draw my hand down his body, but he doesn’t do more than stir and roll in my direction. He is exhausted, and I know that things will only start to get worse. My rut is over, but that doesn’t mean another one isn’t coming on soon. I did not procreate, which means my duty is unfulfilled.

I stopped taking the suppressant herbs Sabik gave me, but it might be time to go on them again. Just for now. Just until I can secure my plans to get Luca safe and light the spark that will ignite a war.

So we can finally be free.

Slipping from the bed, I take my tablet on the way out of the room and head for the kitchen. I have been neglecting my own nutritional needs—I’m full of cum, but it is not enough for the Vyastil to live on. Luckily, there is fresh kirrashev, and I prepare myself a larger portion than usual, taking it with me into my office.

There are messages waiting. Two from the council about the upcoming meeting. There’s one from Jyrion specifically that makes my hearts leap until I realize it’s just his notes on my findings.

He is disappointed in me, and I find that gives me an odd thrill. If I am doing work up to his standard, then it is bad work.

The last is from Rathyn inviting me to a meeting. He leaves a symbol—an ancient letter most Vyastil can’t read anymore. We are to meet in the caves. Perhaps he has heard something from Sabik. That sends both my hearts beating out of rhythm.

I take several slow breaths, then look up to find Luca standing in the doorway watching me with tired eyes. I finish my kirrashev in a single swallow, then beckon him over. He doesn’t hesitate. His feet carry him to me, and I wrap my tail around his leg, yanking him into my lap.

He laughs loudly, then takes my chin between his fingers and gives me a long, devastating human kiss.