Page 12 of His Human to Adore
“Please, get off of me,” I say, my eyes still on my female. Never leaving her. “Now, get off of me now.”
Kendra stares up at me, a look of amusement on her face, but I cannot deal with her right now. I need my human underneath me, calling my name, knowing that she belongs to me and no one touches what is mine. I do not know which of Kendra’s mates snatches her out of my lap, but I am grateful because I am moments away from just standing and letting her fall to the ground, even though it would have made me a dishonorable male. She clears my lap, and then I’m on my feet, stalking over to the new human.
Toron smiles when he sees me coming over, and I notice he is making sure to touch her as little as possible. She sits in his lap as he leans back in the chair, his hands behind his head so he does not touch her. I should think about why he is doing this more, but I cannot think rationally. Not when what is mine is being held by someone who is most certainly not me.
“Get up,” I snarl at the new human when I’m still a few tables away. She can hear me because the entire hall has gone silent. They’re all watching my reaction to the human, like we all watched Almaac when he was trying to fight Erkoz all the time for getting between him and his mate. Now, it is all the brothers watching me to see what I will do to Toron. “Get up now.”
The dark human keeps her eyes on mine as she gives me a scathing look. “You don’t get to command me to do whatever you want.”
“If you are still in his lap when I reach you, it will be him I take my anger out on.” My hands clench, anger flowing through me like I have never felt before. My lips pull upward slightly when I see her eyes widen in worry about what I might do to Toron. I will not tell her that even if she gets out of his lap, I may still kill him.
She is very unhappy with me, but she is standing from Toron’s lap and walking to me with a finger pointed at me. Her eyes are filled with fury, but my soul sings when her attention is fully on me. I don’t even care that she is upset with me. I will take her words and her looks, no matter what kind they are.
“You have no right to treat me like this. You just had someone in your lap.” The little female is right, of course, but I am no longer rational because she is mine, and no one touches what is mine.
“You are mine,” I say to her as I snatch her hand out of the air. These are not words I would normally say, and I am not acting how I normally do. This little human and the strange feelings in my body have me acting strange. Her mouth parts slightly, and I want to lick at those sweet lips as I have seen Erkoz and Xoth touch their mate’s mouth. Not yet, not while I am angry. “You are mine, little human.”
“I am not yours.” She tries to wrench her hand from me, but I only hold her tighter. Even my little human knows her words are lies. I can see it on her face that she is forcing herself to say these things to me because she is hurt that I pulled Kendra into my lap. Yes, it was a mistake. One I regret now that I see how much it has hurt my female. I cannot take a human mate, though. If I were thinking rationally, I would know it is better to have her feelings hurt so she does not want me. However, I am not rational right now, and I want her not to be hurt by my actions. I want her in my arms, under my body, finding pleasure in my touch.
This human is mine. I may not mate her, but I will allow no one else to, either. Is that selfish? I do not care. I cannot make myself care about anything other than making sure this human only ever finds herself under one body and that it belongs to me.
“Come with me to my workshop, and I will not take you here in front of everyone so they know who you belong to,” I lean over her. My stature is much larger than hers, and I need her to understand that I will use everything I have to make her concede she is mine. “If you do not come, I will throw you over the table now and bury myself in you.”
“Fuck you,” the little human snarls up at me as she speaks, but I only smile at her.
“I will,” I say, her hand still in mine, my other hand grabbing her backside and pulling her close to me so I can press her against my groin. Her mouth parts when she feels the hardness of my cock against her. “You decide if it is here in front of everyone or in my workshop with just the two of us.” Her eyes try to dart around to the others in the room, but I hiss loud enough to get her attention back on me. “None of them matter. You pay attention to me.”
She narrows her eyes on me but then says the words that thrill me. Or they would if I could feel anything other than anger right now and for the last several days. “Take me to your workshop.”
“Smart little human.” I release her hand just long enough for her to set it on my chest. If she is trying to pretend to be angry at me, she is not doing a very good job. I can feel the want she has for me. It is the same want I have for her. I kneel to wrap my arm underneath my human’s backside so I can pull her up into my arms. She pushes against me once when I pull her off the floor, but her need to be mine is far stronger than her need to walk herself to my workshop.
“Deja,” Kendra’s voice irritates me since she is trying to take my mate’s attention. My human keeps her eyes on mine, even though she seems to want to respond to my friend. “Deja, do you want to go with him, or is he forcing you?”
I turn my face toward Kendra and feel the ugliest satisfaction when she steps back. I do not understand what is going on with my head for me to be so angry, so territorial over a female that I have only ever seen in my dreams. I cannot even mate her, but I am acting so unlike myself that I worry I will never go back to how I used to be before the storms came. The human in my arms touches my face gently, no longer trying to wriggle out of my grip but trying to comfort me and draw my attention back to her.
“None of them matter,” she whispers to me, the same words I said to her when she tried to look at my brothers. “You pay attention to me.”
My lips twitch upward in appreciation of my human being, just as territorial as I am. It makes me feel less like I have turned into a monster and more like I am figuring out how to be with my human. Maybe I just need to claim this female in the way lovers do, and I will start to feel better. I know I need to be more myself so I can talk to this little human about how I cannot mate her but would still like to share a bed with her. I cannot do that while I am the way I am now because I can think of only being inside of her in every single way.
“Deja,” Kendra says the strange word again, and both my human and I hiss at her. We are tired of being interrupted, but Kendra is not a female who is easily swayed away from what she wants. “I need some sort of confirmation you’re okay with this. You’re both acting like rabid animals, and we’re just worried.”
I cock my head to the side, realizing that the strange word must be my human’s name. That is the only reason Kendra would say it so frequently when I’ve never heard it before.
“Deja?” I say the word low and so quietly that only the human in my arms can hear me. I want her to lean closer to me and to find comfort in my touch, even though I have given her no reason to. She smiles up at me and nods her head like she understands I did not know it was her name until just now. “Beautiful.” I caress her cheek with my hand that is not underneath her backside and holding her up.
Deja keeps her eyes on mine as she holds up one of her hands toward Kendra. I can see her thumb sticking up in the air in my peripheral. I’m irritated she’s paying any attention to Kendra, but it is probably for the best since if she didn’t respond, Kendra might have her mates do something stupid that would only hurt our relationship.
All the brothers are worried about me and the red in my eyes that has not faded for many days. Even with Deja in my arms, I can feel the anger under my scales. The red in my eyes doesn’t scare her, though. I wonder if she feels the same under her skin.
As I walk toward the doors that lead out of the great hall, Yril runs over with a pack. He doesn’t get too close to me or my human because he probably can see that I am more than willing to rip my brothers apart if they try to get near Deja. I grind my teeth against one another because I do not want to be kept from Deja any longer than I have already. Six days they have kept her from me, and I have many things to do to her to make up for those lost days.
“Another storm is coming, brother,” Yril says softly as he stands to the side of the door. “You may be sated with just your mate, but she will need food and water.”
My jaw ticks at him being kind. I should have thought about what Deja could need if we were to leave the great hall where there is safety and everything we need to survive. It shouldn’t take another brother filling a pack of dried olack meat and skins filled with water. This is how I know I am not in my right mind. Well, I already knew, but now, I know for certain. I am always thinking of how to help others, but since the storms started, I have been a selfish male. I am more surprised that the brothers are not more angry with me for how I have treated them, how I am treating my human, and how forgetful I am being in her needs.
“Thank you,” I say as I take the pack from Yril, but I do not turn to face him.
Deja’s eyes have not left mine, and I do not intend to be the one to break our contact. Unfortunately, I don’t realize how difficult it is to walk to my workshop at a decent pace without looking at where I am going. My eyes must leave my human’s face so I can get her to shelter before the storms return. I tell myself this is okay because the sooner I get her to my workshop, the sooner I can have all of her to myself.