Page 17 of His Human to Adore
Dath is currently sitting in his chair, watching me finger myself on my hands and knees while he sketches what I look like from the side. He’s hissed each time I’ve brought myself to orgasm, but he promises me he hasn’t released yet. He knows the rules now. If he’s going to release, it’s going to be in or on me and not in his pants. He tried to be kind the second day and not cover me in his come, but I made sure he knew exactly where I wanted it to go. His red eyes had flickered brighter when I told him, grateful that I want him to be this beastly version of himself.
A knock on the workshop door alerts us to the fact that the rain has apparently stopped. Dath’s face contorts into a snarl as he looks toward the door. I still my movements and turn around to face him. I want to reach for my tunic, but he picks it up and takes it with him as he goes to open the door.
“Stay on the bed, little human. I will be back, and then I will be inside you. I cannot stand that someone has interrupted our time together, and I need to make sure I take you.”
I whimper softly at the promise of Dath using my body to calm his anger. The rage that he feels is always just barely hidden, but he’s never upset at me. No, his anger is at everything else in the world. Anything keeping him from me, interrupting us, or having to share my attention. Yes, he fucks me harder when he’s upset or when he thinks something is keeping us apart, but he’s loving and caring in everything he does for me. He keeps waiting for his normal self to come back, but I’m wondering if we’ve changed each other forever.
“What?” Dath hisses as he opens the door.
I can just barely make out the other voice and am surprised to hear a male and a female voice. I know I’m not myself. I know I’m about to piss Dath off more, but I can’t stop myself when I hear the voice of the other woman that Dath has allowed to impact him. He’s seen her naked, he’s touched her, and he’s shared a bed with her. Even just one of those has me seeing red, but all three have me wanting to claim my alien in front of her and her mates so they know he’s mine now and not hers.
I grab a tunic from the floor. It doesn’t seem to be dirty, but it could have been used to wipe up come at some point. I don’t really care. I just want to be covered so I can touch my demon and remind him he belongs to me. He won’t be happy that I’m not in bed anymore, but he’ll have to get over it when he sees how upset I am that he’s even entertaining another woman. I creep closer to the front door as quietly as possible so I can listen and also not alert Dath that I’m there until I’m right beside him.
“Tell your mate I cannot speak to her unless my mate is here,” Dath’s voice is lethal as he speaks. There’s an irritated sound coming from Kendra, but she says nothing, and Dath doesn’t tilt his head downward to face her. “Why are you here, Erkoz?”
“The elders say you need to mate with the human, or the storms will continue,” Erkoz says. “We hoped it would happen since you’ve been here alone for four days, but the storms are only pausing. The elders say even more will come.”
“My lack of mating should have no effect on the storms,” Dath’s words are barely audible through the rumble of a warning hiss in his chest. His irritation is plain to see, and I’m surprised that Erkoz and Kendra are willing to listen to him being so hostile toward them.
“Toron and Yril’s father says you are a chosen,” Erkoz says the words slowly, like they mean something important. I pause my movements and listen to what they’re saying because it seems more important than showing them that Dath is mine. “The goddess blesses us with human females, and now she is blessing us with warriors to keep them safe.”
“I am not a chosen,” Dath says. “And I cannot mate the female. I have already told your mate this, and I have explained it to my Deja. She has agreed to be mine, but we will not mate.”
I shouldn’t care about not mating Dath since he’s right that I agreed to allow him to be my everything without mating me, but having him tell them he’s not willing to mate me makes my stomach sour. It’s one thing to know between the two of us we’ve agreed not to mate, but for him to tell others hurts.
“You disrespect the goddess and your mate by refusing her?” Erkoz’s voice is filled with anger and vitriol, a stark difference from the amazement he had when talking about Dath being a chosen warrior.
I barely have a moment to register the rage in his voice before the sound of fighting fills the air. Erkoz pulls Dath out of the workshop and has him on his back when I finally kick into action. I scramble out the door behind the two males and stand next to Kendra as they fight with each other. I don’t look at her, too embarrassed about our behavior.
“You do not know what my relationship is,” Dath uses the anger that’s always burning under his scales to overpower Erkoz and roll him underneath him.
Dath’s told me so many times over the past few days how he worries about the anger and the rage that he can never get rid of. He says it’s calmer when I’m near him, but it’s never gone away completely since I’ve been in his world. For a day or two, I thought maybe he had some anger issues that he needed to work through, but he’s never shown me any of the aggression that keeps him tense and alert.
“I know you are a weak male if you think you are doing right by anyone,” Erkoz spits. “A dishonorable male allowing himself between a female’s legs with empty promises.”
“You do not know—“
“I know that all the females have passed, and not one of them would be proud that you were the one left to be a chosen if this is how you are treating a female the goddess has sent to you.”
Erkoz can’t overpower Dath. My demon might’ve been smaller when we left the great hall, but he’s grown in height and muscle since we’ve been alone.
To me, Dath’s physical changes were noticeable after waking up the first morning with him in the workshop. He was at least twenty pounds heavier and an inch or two taller. Dath told me I must not have seen him very well since we were mostly in bed all day. By the second day of being trapped alone, he noticed it, too. His clothing getting tighter and tighter is what finally made him concede maybe I was right about saying he was growing. The differences aren’t that outstanding until I see him rolling around on the ground with Erkoz. Dath’s body seems to have changed just as much as his mind apparently has.
“You act like this. You should have been banished with Xarr and the other dishonorable males.” Erkoz continues to berate Dath as they fight each other for dominance.
“I am nothing like them,” Dath roars in Erkoz’s face, but Erkoz only smiles cruelly, knowing he’s getting under Dath’s scales.
“Keep treating your female this way. I am sure your mother is proud she passed from this world and left a son that disrespects the goddess and her memory.”
Erkoz’s words have the desired impact on Dath, who staggers off him and shakes his head like someone’s punched him in the face. His red eyes snap over to me, but he doesn’t move any closer to me. No, he turns away from me and runs back through the tribe in the opposite direction of the great hall.
I want to call out to him, to run after him, but Kendra grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. Erkoz dusts himself off and stands near us.
“He will be back before nightfall,” Erkoz says as he looks up at the sky. “Another storm is coming, and he won’t be caught out in it.” He looks down at me and the silent tears that are rolling down my cheeks. “Come with us to the great hall. We will keep your mind off how foolish your male is being.”
I sniffle loudly and wipe my eyes. “I need to get something real quick,” I say as I run back inside and grab the sketch of Kendra that Dath finished yesterday. I don’t want him to go back to the workshop and me not be there and him to do something rash like destroy any of his art. Plus, it’s completed, and Kendra deserves to have it after Dath was rude to her and treated her like she didn’t even exist. I mean, I loved it while it was happening. Now I’m back to thinking rationally, and I feel awful for wanting him to ignore his friend at all.
“Dath has been working on this for you,” I hand the sketch to Kendra, who takes it and stares at it with wide eyes and a smile on her lips. “It’s his apology for not decorating the great hall when you showed up.”