People move around him, but he stays still, the breeze from the fans whipping his linen tunic around his legs.
And then he takes a step toward me, closing the distance between himself and my table, his eyes holding mine.
I let out a shaky breath as he presses his clawed hands to the white linen next to the pile of cookies I have left.
I manage to lift a shaky hand and fingerspell, ‘Hi.’
I don’t know if this Vyastil knows ASL, but I do know that they pick up language pretty quick. At least Cielo does, andQuilliyn has become conversational with me in ASL over the last few months.
The monster inclines his head, a lock of sea-green hair falling over his forehead before he pushes it away with impatient fingers.
I feel something odd then, like a slight pressure nudging at my brain. It’s almost like a flash of light when the doorbell rings, but I push it away, unable to focus on more than one thing at a time. Right now, I want my gaze totally focused on the Vyastil in front of me.
‘What’s your name?’ I ask, hating that my fingers get slightly tangled up on each other from nerves.
The Vyastil inclines his head once more, and then his hands move, assured and prompt. ‘Eissa. You?’
Shit, he really can sign. He even gets the facial expressions right.Fuck. Me.
My heart is thundering in my chest as I respond. ‘Luca.’ I give the name sign my parents gave me growing up, a movement up my face to signify my freckles.
His eyes graze those for a long moment, almost as if mapping them, and then he lifts them to meet my gaze once more.
I wet my lips, and his gaze dips down to my mouth before darting back up to my eyes. He holds me there, something crackling between us.
‘How did you learn ASL?’
‘I took lessons,’ he explains with his still-very-formal signs. ‘Vyastil are quick learners. I have mastered most languages humans use.’
I swallow and nod. Of course he has. Fuck, what do I say now? It’s not like interacting with another Deaf person. This guy is from a different dimension altogether, and something about him makes me feel incredibly small and wildly inadequate.
He doesn’t say anything else, and I can’t think of anything, so after a beat, his eyes begin to take in what I have on the table. His delicate claws touch the cookie packages, and then they hover over the sex toys.
I feel something odd in the air. Something charged. Like several heartbeats all at once. The sensation is overwhelming, and I don’t know what to do about it, so I panic and ask, ‘You interested in sex?’ Fucking hell. Way to go, dude. ‘I mean…’ I wave my hand across the table and end up knocking over a few dildos as I go.
Eissa’s lips curl up, and I see a hint of fang.
‘I mean sex toys. I know the Vyastil,’ I use the most common sign for them, ‘aren’t big into anything but…’ My fingers still, then I think fuck it. He’s at a Deaf expo for some reason. He gets full blunt. ‘…blow jobs and cum. But my brother has a shop, so he could probably make you something.’
His lips stretch into something like a smile, and he lets the moment settle between us for a beat before he answers. ‘I am not here for sex toys.’
I bob my head and frantically struggle to find something else to say to keep him here a little longer. For some reason, I am desperate to keep him from walking away.
‘You want condoms? Free lube?’
More fang appears, and he inclines his head. ‘Our Vyastil cocks produce our own lube, and I doubt your condoms would fit what I have.’
My mouth waters at the thought, and my hole clenches around nothing. God, how big are they? ‘I see. Cookie?’ I gesture to the dick cookies, and he stares at them.
‘What flavor?’
‘Vanilla and orange.’
He bites his lip, then his long fingers curl around the package, and he picks one up. I watch with some fascination as he unwraps it, takes a sniff, then bites the head clean off.
My own dick twitches. It should freak me out, but watching his full lips and throat move as he chews and swallows is…a lot. In a hot, heavy kind of horny way.
His forked tongue darts out to clear up crumbs from the corner.
