My breath hitches, and I peer over at him, and our eyes lock.
I feel something electric pulse between us, need and lust slithering up my spine as he steps in front of me.
‘So, what did you want to see me for?’ I ask stupidly.
His lips curl slightly, showing those fangs, and I see the flutter of his long, pierced ears.
‘I thought it was clear,’ he replies, his eyes sliding down my chest to my groin. My cock perks up.
Hell, who am I kidding? It’s been hard since I got off the elevator. I want this. I want him to wrap that tongue around me and get me off. And then maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get to ride that big dick too.
Self-lubricating.
Hell yes.
‘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.’
