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I cannot bear it.
In this moment, his coldness is making my entire body ache.
Sinking down next to him, I reach out and curl my hand around his bare ankle. His head jerks up as I smooth my thumb along the soft hair just above it, wanting to be connected to him somehow.
Even though this needs to end soon.
It makes my hearts throb in ways I have never experienced, but it is for the best.
I continue to touch him, running my thumb up and down his ankle and foot before moving up his calf. He has beautiful legs with small freckles under the hair. Everything about him is perfect.
His eyes are closed, and his face is tucked into the pillow, but he is not pulling away, so I continue to travel up his body. Slow and steady, I move, hoping to soothe away any of the anger he previously felt.
I can tell it’s working because he is relaxing under my touch. My hand trails up under the sheer tunic he’s wearing, and he stretches out his leg, allowing more access to his body. He still does not look at me, but I will accept whatever he’s willing to give.
My fingers drift up and down the muscles there, feeling them bunch and flex beneath my fingers. So strong for a human, I think as my hand grazes the curve of his bottom.
He lets out a soft huff of air, and I feel a shot of lust pulse through me. It is from him, I think, and I continue my exploration, enjoying just letting my hands travel across his warm skin.
He turns once more, his body prone against the sofa, one of his legs hanging off, the other on my lap. His bottom is visible through the sheer fabric, and not having an unobstructed view is making frustration well up within me. I have no right to do it, but I still ruck the fabric up, turning my body so I can run my hands across those tight, muscular globes.
He grunts, shifting back, giving me silent permission to carry on.
I will accept it gladly.
I’m in no hurry to finish this either. So I take my time, running my hands up his other leg, working my fingertips into the muscles, just like Kori enjoyed when he’d had a long day.
Only Luca feels different; he feels like more.
He squirms under my touch as I near his ass once more, and I cannot help but part his cheeks and stare at his hole. It’s soft and pink, tight in ways I can only imagine.
My thumb presses against it, and Luca lets out a soft gasp as I swirl my finger around his rim.
I have never entered a human. I never desired to enter Kori, and though I have spent my life preparing to breed a female Vyastil, I have never felt the urge to do it. Not until now.
I want to be cocks deep inside of Luca, the imprint of them visible through his stomach.
Luca lets out a soft gasp and lifts himself up, his head craned back to glance at me. He must have seen the vision in my mind. I was unguarded and careless.
‘I want see,’ he says with one hand, his signs sloppy and careless but clear. He’s curious about what I have hidden between my legs.
I stare at him, my hands still on his ass, my thumb still pressed against his hole. I cannot show him. I am far too close to my rut to let him, but the hurt in his eyes when he flops back down makes me give in.
I can fight it off, the urge to breed. If this will make him feel better, if this will allow him to forgive me for having to suck him off in front of everyone, then so be it. I will manage to restrain myself for him.
I tug on his leg until he leans up once more, our eyes meeting, then I sweep my tunic up and away from my body. There are scars there, but not as many as I have on my back and chest.
Luca’s eyes catch on them as he scrambles upward, moving toward me with curiosity. He places himself right next to me, his legs tucked underneath him, his tunic splayed open just like mine, giving me an unobstructed view of his cock and balls.
I wet my lips, turning my gaze back to his face.
His brow is furrowed, his lips pulled between his teeth as he traces a long scar that sits on the inside of my thigh. My skin flutters when he grazes it, and his eyes slam into mine.
‘From?’ he asks, and I inhale deeply.
‘Punishment.’
‘For-for?’
