Page 159 of Tempt

I don’t want to find out.

‘Stay here,’ I sign, helping him sit down on the couch as Gerald meanders around the corner. I nearly trip over the footstool he’s pushing around, but I manage to hop to the side and rush up the stairs.

I can feel the need pulsing through Eissa, the desire to breed and take me.

I hate Jyrion even more for what he’s made Eissa do, what he wants him to do. To breed someone else? It makes me rage, my skin growing hot and tight.

I search through the vials in my wardrobe and pull out the one I know will put me into a heat, and I push several onto my tongue.

My body warms and my skin grows oversensitive, the tunic I’m wearing scratching my skin. I rip it off, feeling my cock hardening, my hole growing wet and loose. Arching up, I fuck the air, but it does no good. I need more.

I need to be filled and bred.

I moan, my hand wrapping around my aching length, stroking it as I push two fingers inside of me. I’m suddenly desperate, and he must feel it because I feel the vibration of his footsteps coming up the stairs, the scent of him as he enters the room, his eyes dark, his tail slashing out behind him.

‘What did you do?’ he growls with his hands.

I shiver and fuck my fingers into me faster. It is not enough. I need ribbed cocks, thick and throbbing inside of me.

“Please, Eissa.”

He’s angry and horny and frantic as he steps toward me, a predator to his prey, but I know he’ll never hurt me. He would never.

‘Why do you never do as I say?’ he signs as he pulls me into him and places his fangs against the bite on my neck. They scratch against it, making me groan at the sensation. And then I feel it, his two cocks wet and pressed against my stomach.

Please take me. I’m your companion. This is what I’m here for.

He vibrates with a growl, and his fingers dig into my side as he lifts his head and I stare into those glittering orbs. You are more than that. You are my soul, my hearts.

And then he picks me up and impales me on him, not gentle and kind, but desperate.

I gasp and cry out, feeling the ridges on his cocks push through my rim, the vibration in his swollen lengths making my eyes cross as he impales me on him over and over. I grunt and beg, my hands holding onto his shoulders as he uses me, his ears fluttering, his body shaking.

His eyes shift down to where our bodies meet, and I follow, watching the bulge of him pierce my abdomen. I can see it, the way he fucks me.

Humans weren’t meant for this, but we do it anyway. We do it for the ones we love.

Give me more, I say, reaching into his mind. Give me more.

Tell me how, my Luca. And I will give it to you.

Kiss me.

My hand moves into his hair, pulling him toward me, and he comes willingly, thrusting into me as our lips meet. I hold him there, slanting my mouth over his as he fucks me. I feel every ridge, every push, and my cock spills over twice, soaking our skin as he continues to rut into me.

His tongue is everywhere, pushing into my mouth, dragging across my face and down my neck. And when he lands on the spot where he bit me once more, his teeth sink into it, marking me again.

I don’t know what that means for us, but I hold him against me, letting him linger there a long moment before his lips leave my neck and he throws his head back, roaring. The walls shake, the vibrations from it moving through both of us. I feel his cock spurting inside of me, coating my walls and dripping out of me right before his knot begins to swell.

It’s large and all-consuming, pulling another release from me before it’s done and we’re fully connected.

His forehead meets mine, and I let out a shaky breath.

Neither of us moves, the two of us just existing.

After a long moment, he finally settles us onto the bed, the knot tugging on my rim and making me gasp at the feeling of being spread so wide. He nuzzles against me, trying to get me comfortable, and when he feels that I am, he relaxes, my body on top of his, his hands on my hips and ass, his tail wrapped around my ankle as he holds me.

That was perfect.