Epilogue #3
‘I think maybe you should tell me,’ I reply, my signs steady and clear.
His ears flutter again, and he reaches out, dragging a finger up the bulge in my jeans. I buck my hips forward, wanting more, but he pulls away.
‘I want to suck,’ he signs, the way he does that. It’s lewd, far too sexual. It makes my dick jump between my legs.
I start to step toward him, hands out. I want to kiss him first. I will give him anything he wants, but I want to taste him before we do this. He stands stock still, but right before I reach his body, he holds up a hand, and I freeze.
‘Wait. I have one rule.’
“Okay,” I whisper aloud, waiting on a knife’s edge. I will do just about anything at this point.
His eyes are almost hard. ‘You can’t touch me. You will sit and take what I give you, and you must keep your hands at your sides.’
Disappointment floods through me like a tidal wave, but I quickly swallow it back. I take a breath, then find the courage to ask, ‘Why?’
He leans back, and his tail flicks free of his thigh and whips between us. Almost like it’s reaching for me. But it stops just short of curling beneath my waistband.
He shakes his head, and I realize then he’s not going to answer me. ‘No touching. Yes or no?’ Eissa asks again, his eyes piercing mine.
I can tell by his body language, by his face, he won’t be moved. And I can tell by a quick flicker in his eyes that he’s been hurt. I know the feeling well. I know what it’s like to be used. To be an experiment. To be mocked.
A human hurt him.
And I suddenly feel an intense desire to prove to him that it won’t happen again. That we’re not all the same.
I swallow heavily, then straighten my shoulders and nod my fist. ‘Yes. I want you. Tell me what you need from me.’
His chest hitches with a sharp breath, then his tail moves behind us, pointing to the bed. He would probably put me in a chair if there were one in the room, but there isn’t.
I walk toward the bed, then his tail flicks me on the shoulder, and I turn sharply. Just that little graze was almost too much. I lift my eyebrows at him to ask what he wants.
He flicks his thumbs from his pointer fingers. ‘Undress.’
That is an easy command to follow, and I quickly attack my jeans, shoving them down to my feet and kicking them away before I work on my shirt. Why did I choose this one? There are so fucking many little buttons.
My fingers shake as I undo them, one by one, and I can feel his gaze on me like a heavy weight. It’s almost physical, like a caress over every inch of skin I’m exposing.
When I look at him, there’s something about him that seems almost…regal. Snobby. Arrogant. But he also looks so fucking enthralled and enamored by me.
Little ol’ plain, useless, human me.
When my fingers tuck into the waistband of my boxers, he shakes his head. ‘Stop.’
I freeze.
‘I want to do this part.’
My hands fall away, and I watch as his tail curls beneath the elastic and drags them down my thigh, my cock appearing and bouncing between my legs.
It’s dripping slightly, and I see Eissa’s nostrils flare.
The boxers are flung to the other side of the room as he steps closer to me.
And a second later, he shoves me to the edge of the mattress, my legs all but collapsing at his touch as he drops to his knees, my cock right at his mouth.
I groan, and without thinking, my hands reach for him, eager to dig into his hair and guide him. But I don’t get the chance. Right before I make contact, his tail moves up behind me and wraps around my wrists, bringing them together.
I let out a soft moan as I look down at him, and he glowers up at me. ‘Don’t touch. Remember?’
I don’t struggle against his hold. The feeling of his velvet soft tail pinning me in place is more erotic than anything I have ever felt in my life. I never want this to stop.
And right before he opens his mouth to take me,I think, I will do anything in my power to convince him to do this with me again.
That’s all the time I have for anything coherent. His lips part, and his breath hits my cock. Then his thin, forked tongue slides from between his lips and wraps around my pulsing dick, wet and warm. I gasp as I thrust my hips forward, wanting more. To be fully inside of him.
And he obliges. His mouth takes me into him, his head bobbing as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks.
Fuck, I was never allowed at the clinic because I was Deaf, so I’ve never had the mandatory blow jobs we’re supposed to give, but hell, I’ve imagined it.
And now I’m getting a famous Vyastil blow job, and sweet mother of Christ, it is better than I could have ever imagined. I see why there are addicts. I see why there are people who sign their lives away to do everything and anything the Vyastil ask from them.
He pulls me into the back of his throat, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, feeling the way his tongue piercing rolls up and down my shaft.
I’m close. Not going to last long at all. Which is really fucking embarrassing, but it’s not my fault.
This is so fucking good. It’s erotic in all the ways my quiet fantasies have ever been. No, it’s more. It’s better.
Something pushes at the boundary of my mind, and I’m too focused on this to fight it off. I succumb just as he starts to hum around me, making my entire body shake. I’m lost to it, my mind trying to make sense of how good this feels, all while something inside of me flares to life.
Something different, something foreign.
It’s almost like I’m feeling his pleasure, too.
It’s overwhelming and intense, making my orgasm rush forward. I struggle to be released from the bonds of his tail, needing to hold on to something as I cum, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he only seems to tighten his grip on me, sucking harder, faster.
Luca. My Luca.
A voice in my mind. Not my own. Something different. A language I don’t know. And the sensation of it is different. Hearing, maybe? It’s not the way thoughts usually form in my head—a mixture of words I know and the impression of hands shifting through signs.
This is something else. It’s a rhythmic buzzing, like music I can feel coming from a heavy, thumping speaker. It’s the edges of sounds that I can hear if I press my ear very close to something very loud.
Except it’s also more than that. It is beautiful.
It makes my entire body shiver. It’s wholly erotic and slightly frightening, and god, I want more. The combined sensations are enough to make my hips buck up, my cock shuddering in his mouth as I come.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, and I stare down at them as my release washes down his throat. He swallows it, taking every last drop, his lips stretched wide around my cock as I’m wrung dry.
And when he’s done, he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches, his tail slowly unwrapping from my wrists.
We stare at each other, a bit of my cum lingering on his bottom lip. He swipes it away as I try to make sense of what just happened. That wasn’t just a blow job. That was…different. It was more.
I let out a shaky breath, but Eissa still doesn’t look away, his eyes slightly dazed and confused.
Something draws me to my knees, and I reach out to cup his face. His eyelids flutter, and I feel him tremble against me. I’m not supposed to touch, but I can’t help myself. Can’t stop.
Instead, I lean forward and let my lips meet his, a graze, a promise.
He holds himself still, letting me taste, touch, lick. He does not reciprocate, and when I pull away, his eyelids are closed, his chest heaving.
His hands find mine, claws digging into my skin slightly as he shoves his fingers between my own to hold my hands. He lifts himself up, his massive body pinning me to the mattress as we fall backward.
He begins to rock, to move, and his tongue laves over the side of my neck before he sucks against my pulse point. I groan loudly, feeling the rumble in my chest, and I feel one coming back from him.
He turns my head, claws pricking into the sides of my jaw as he slides his tongue into my mouth, over and over, a mimic of a fuck. I writhe against him and realize the feeling of lust I was getting before, the one that wasn’t my own, is rising again.
And so is mine.
My cock is still hard, kicking against his lower stomach as he uses the friction of his body against mine. I feel him exhale, warm and heavy against my cheek, and then he pushes up on one elbow and stares down at me.
My hands are pressed against his sides, and I tense, but he shakes his head, then lifts one hand. ‘Beautiful.’
I don’t know if anyone has ever called me that and meant it. Not the way he means it. I see it in his eyes, in his face. He’s staring down at me like he wants me. Like I’m something.
My heart twists in my chest, and I rock my hips up against him. ‘More? You want?’
His eyes shutter, and his tongue wets his lips. His fangs poke out just a little, and he stares at the side of my neck. Dipping his head low, he runs his lips over my tendon, then scrapes his fangs over it.
For a moment, I think he might bite me there.
And for a moment, I want that.
Then his massive body slides down mine, and once more, his mouth engulfs my cock. I cry out, hips arching up, and his tail pushes between my legs, the thin tip sliding up to my hole, pulsing a touch there that nearly sends me over the edge.
I’m seeing stars as his tongue wraps around my cock once more, and then I’m coming on a sharp cry that scrapes against the back of my throat.
This time, my hands fly into his hair, holding him there as I pulse into his mouth. I feel every lick, every suck as he takes me. My fingers twist around his impossibly soft strands, and when I’m finished, he collapses against my thighs.
I feel his rough breaths puffing along my oversensitive skin. He laps his tongue over my spent cock, taking every drop I have left to give.
I lie there boneless, unable to move, one hand still in his hair, the other resting over my rapidly beating heart.