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He shakes his head, and I realize then that 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 taps 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.

Plain little ol’ 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 thighs, my cock appearing and bouncing between my legs.

It’s dripping, 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’ve never been allowed at the clinic because I’m 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 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. I’m 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.