Page 65 of Tempt

My hand drifts down to run a finger across the chain connecting my necklace to my dick, and Eissa’s ears flutter.

‘It is not safe for you to do this,’ he finally says, his hands much less steady than they usually are when he signs.

I tilt my head and tug on the chain, gasping, making Eissa’s skin darken. ‘What do you mean? Do what?’

His nostrils flare, and he deliberately doesn’t answer me. ‘You must eat. You are hungry.’

As he reaches for a bowl, I spread my legs even further, and it slips from his fingers, hitting the counter in what I assume is a crash. He doesn’t reach for it right away, and it wobbles for a long moment as his clawed fingers curl into the cold stone, his head bowed as he tries to compose himself.

I don’t know why he doesn’t just take me. Why he’s pretending he doesn’t want me. He’s not denying that he does. He’s just denying himself what I’m willingly offering, and I don’t understand it.

So, until I do, I won’t let up. It almost feels cruel, but I want to torment him the way he’s tormented me all these weeks. I want him to feel the gnawing ache of an unexplained need in his gut. I want him to lose sleep the way he’s losing concentration. Then maybe he’ll understand that resisting me is pointless and he can end the torment for both of us if he just reaches out and takes.

Finally, Eissa rights himself, reaching for the bowl and dragging it toward the pot of stew.

I tug on my cock again, gasping as I give myself a long, hard stroke.

Eissa’s tail tightens, his hand on the ladle trembling, and I can feel the heaviness of his restraint in the air. It would be admirable if it weren’t so goddamn frustrating.

Please, he begs softly, but I ignore it.

“No.” My voice is harsh, maybe too loud because it makes him stiffen, his shoulders rising and lowering as he breathes. I tug at the chain again.

“Eissa.” The word comes out a ragged moan in the back of my throat.

And that’s when he breaks.

He whips around, his eyes black as he takes two strides and is up against me, one of his hands at my throat, his claws digging into my cheeks as he tilts my head back, the other on my ass, pulling me against him.

He’s so fucking strong, so big. Nothing about him is human, and yet he fits against me like he’s always belonged there.

I let out a puff of air, and it hits his lips. His rainbow eyes flicker, his hands tightening against me…and then his lips crash against mine.

It’s a hard, angry kiss. His tongue slowly slides down my throat, almost choking me, but I don’t resist. He licks up my moan and swallows around it. I feel the flutter of his skin against mine, the tremble in his hand as he holds me steady. His fangs bite at my lips, and his tail slides up the crack of my ass, pushing against my hole.

I groan when he tilts his head, and his tongue pushes down even further, my hands scrambling against him as I fight to breathe. It’s only then that he retracts, allowing me to pull in desperate breaths. His lips are curled up in lust, his nostrils flared as he watches me gasp and pant. And just when I’ve mostly recovered, he kisses me again, tasting me this time, tongue curling around mine, sliding, caressing.

I allow my hands to travel up his arms to his shoulders, touching his pierced ears, and I feel the moan he makes. It moves into my mouth and rumbles around before I swallow it whole.

I’m so hard, I’m dripping. I want more. I want to get off with his mouth around me. I want to feel that tongue wrap around me and tug.

I can feel that he wants that too. He’s crumbling more and more with each kiss he gives me.

But before he can get on his knees, Eissa pulls away, his lips wet, his skin flushed purple. He whips his head around, and I glance where he’s looking. In front of us, I see the kradun pushing a table across the room, crashing it into a wall before meandering away.

Eissa sags against me, then his hips leave mine, his tail pulling away from my ass. And when his hand loosens on my face, he shakes his head several times, looking almost defeated. In that moment I feel bad for being such a temptation, for being more than he can resist.

But then he turns and walks away, leaving me alone, and I’m angry all over again.

Leaning against the counter that Eissa kissed me against, I eat my weird chicken noodle soup that has no chicken in it. He hasn’t returned, and it makes me angrier than I have any right to be. I stare down into the light green liquid in my bowl and bring a spoonful up to my lips, sipping on the broth.

There’s some kind of Eretharian vegetable in here that I’ve never had which tastes a little like kale, but I don’t mind it. It satiates my hunger for now. I will have to have some kind of human food eventually, but for now I can tolerate this.

I finish the soup off and set my bowl down before staring at my adorned dick. I should take the jewelry off. To preserve my own sanity, I should cover myself in that sheer tunic he told me I needed to wear.

I don’t want to, but I’m not sure it’s safe to have something shoved in my dick for hours and hours. In the end, I reluctantly take it off, my cock aching after it’s empty, and I walk it back upstairs, setting it in its wooden box.

I’d almost forgotten about the other pieces in there. They’re not sounds, but they’re just as ornate and probably worn just as intimately. I can’t help but wonder where they came from, or how long he’s had them.