Page 64 of Tempt

I want to reach down and thread my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth onto me, but I don’t. I just fist them by my sides and watch as his long fingers pull that thin jeweled string and wrap it around my cock, starting at the base and twining it up the length until the end sits right near my slit.

I don’t know how that’s going to stay on me, but then he reaches around me and pulls something out of the box.

A long, thin piece of metal. Fuck, it’s a sound.

I swallow, watching as his tongue wraps around it, wetting it, and then he glances up at me, asking permission.

I can do nothing but send my approval through this weird-as-fuck bond and watch as he pulls my slit open and carefully pushes the bar into me. I feel it move down, entering me, cold and unmoving. My lungs expand and constrict as I fight to find air.

I feel like I’m being edged, a bead of precum settling on the tip of me as the bar finally seats all the way inside of me and Eissa secures the end of the adornment on it. I see the drop of cum my cock released on the side of his finger, and I don’t miss when he rubs it against his lips, tasting me.

Then his chest heaves, inhaling me before leaning back and standing up. I see the tremor move through him as he takes me in, his tail still holding my tunic back, exposing my bejeweled cock. It twitches, and I bite back a groan.

I have to admit it looks fucking good and feels even better.

I lift a trembling hand and ask, ‘So, companions just walk around with this on their dicks?’

‘Yes.’

I let out a trembling breath, and Eissa’s skin ripples. ‘Can I come like this?’ The sign for this is explicit, and Eissa has to turn around for a moment to compose himself.

‘Some can. Now I can take it out…’ He moves to reach for it, but I slap his hand away, and he looks up at me, eyes wide.

‘No. Leave it. I want to wear it.’

Then I reach for my shoulders and peel the tunic off, leaving me completely bare. I can feel the desperation and yearning coming off Eissa in waves, and I give him a smug smile, dragging a hand down my chest as I do.

‘I’m more comfortable naked.’

His tongue runs across his bottom lip, and I cock my head.

‘I’m hungry. I’m going to go eat, and when you finally break…’ I let my hands hesitate a moment, ‘You can eat too.’

And then I force myself to move, to brush past him toward the stairs.

thirteen

LUCA

Eissa tries to get me to put the tunic back on, but I ignore him. Instead, I slip past Eissa’s room and wander down the stairs, seeing the furniture pushed into different spots now. The kradun has rearranged it again, but I don’t see the creature in the room.

In the kitchen, I can smell the food cooking. My stomach grumbles as I lean against a cool countertop and spread my legs.

Eissa appears a moment later, and he tries not to look, but he can’t help himself; his eyes drift across my bare skin as he walks toward the pot sitting over the blue flame. It looks hot.

He looks hot.

Fuck him for looking so good. And fuck him for ignoring me.

I lean back, and because he’s staring directly at me, he runs into a chair that’s been pushed into the middle of the room.

I let out a small laugh, even though I can feel irritation and frustration pulsing off Eissa. I bite my bottom lip as he moves around the chair, kicking it aside as he heads to the fire. He fumbles with the pot, grabbing it with a long pair of metallic tongs, but when he tries to set it on the counter across from me, he catches sight of me once more—legs spread, cock out—and he tilts it, splashing some of the soup onto the floor.

My breath catches in my chest for a second as the scalding hot liquid only just misses his clawed foot, and I regret doing what I’m doing for a second. But also, I don’t.

I want him to look at me like I’m both dangerous and forbidden.

I want him to ache with how much he wants every part of me.