Page 23 of His Human to Adore
She rolls onto her hands and knees and crawls to the edge of the bed before wrapping her fingers in the strings of my pants. My mind is still dealing with her rejection, and I do not fully comprehend her hand shoving its way into my pants until her small hand wraps around my length. The other tugs my pants down until they fall to my ankles.
“We need to mate, right?” She looks up at me for just a moment before her eyes dart back down to my cock.
“You would bless me still?” I ask, so unsure that I even deserve a female as wonderful and beautiful as Deja to grace me as her mate.
I have treated her poorly and rejected her mating when it was what we both wanted. I have disrespected and disregarded the wants of my goddess. All of that falls away in my mind as Deja smiles brightly before placing a sweet kiss on the tip of my cock and then enveloping it in her warm mouth. She takes my cock as deep as she can at the angle she is taking me, but I need little before I am gripping the back of her head and releasing down her throat.
She doesn’t even have time to swallow before I pull out of her and kneel so we are face to face. “Say you’re mine, little human. Make me the happiest of males, even though I do not deserve it.”
Deja swallows twice before she blesses me with the most beautiful words. “I’m yours, Dath. Of course, I’m yours.”
I wrap her in my arms, not caring that I am almost tripping in my twisted-up pants around my ankles. “And I am yours, Deja. Everything I said before, and it is even more so true now. My body, my mind, and my soul. Anything you need, I will provide.”
“I think there’s something I need right now.” She gives me a grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes.
“Tell me, and I will give it to you.”
“I need more of my mate,” she says the words and bites down on her plump lower lip.
I grasp the meaning of her words immediately, so I lay her on the bed and crawl over her body once again. “My fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”
“Yes,” My little human presses her chest against me and spreads her legs wide. “All of those things, please.”
I have to suppress the urge to release again at my mate being so brazen in her desire for me. I need to save all of myself for my mate’s womb. She is mine now. Mine to protect, mine to worship, and mine to fill with my seed until she is growing with my young. First, I’ll fill her with my fingers, and I’ll end with her dripping with my release.
Deja
Bythetimeweleave Dath’s room, I am sore, sweaty, and sticky. His eyes are still blood red, but he doesn’t seem as on edge as he was when he threw me over his shoulder and marched me off to mate him. He actually seems as relaxed as I think he can with how he’s been changed, thanks to whatever made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than any of the other males in the tribe. Well, any of the others except for Toron and Yril, who started changing last night.
I shared a room with them while Dath was gone in the workshop during the latest storm. Or, I slept in Dath’s bed while Toron and Yril wanted to sleep in their beds, and I wasn’t about to kick them out of their room just because I wanted to sleep in Dath’s bed. Nothing weird happened, but they woke up this morning slightly larger with red eyes that won’t go away. They know I’m not their mate, and I don’t need to worry about them trying to fight with Dath over me. It wasn’t even something I thought could happen, but apparently, everyone else did. Having three males all react in the same way when I arrived apparently made them all think I was going to take all three as mates, and that most definitely won’t happen.
Of course, their wanting to rile Dath up even more was their top priority when the storm passed. I don’t know why I agreed to it, but I allowed them to sit around me like they were staking a claim on me they knew would piss Dath off. When he didn’t return quickly, we sent Erkoz after him because he wanted to see Dath’s reaction just as much as Toron and Yril. When Dath showed up, though, everyone got deathly silent. I don’t think any of us realized just how mad Dath had gone since he was on day fourteen of being chosen and unmated.
“You sit in my lap now,” Dath grabs my hand in his but lets me walk back to the dining room on my own. “Or at least near me.” He rubs his horn as he smiles down at me. “I will be territorial. I do not think I can stop it, but I do not wish to smother you. I understand some human females enjoy being more open in their friendliness than others, but I would request that you touch me and only me.”
I don’t know what causes me to say what I do next, but I think I mostly want to rile him up. I know he would never hurt me. I’m actually pretty sure he’d give his life to protect me. At least from the stories Toron’s and Yril’s father told me of what he could remember of the chosen warriors that were around when he was younger. He made it seem like I’m Dath’s world now, and he’ll do everything in his power to protect me. The goddess made it so he has one tether to sanity in his blood rage, and that tether is me. They say a chosen warrior is only blessed when the goddess thinks trials will come to the tribe, and we now have three males chosen to be warriors. It’s a little concerning, but right now, I’m focused on being Dath’s tether, even as I’m the one riling him up.
“I should offer my touches to Toron and Yril as well since they’re chosen males, right?” I chew on my bottom lip to keep myself from giggling as I wait for Dath’s reaction. It’s immediate and terrifying, and unfortunately for the other males, not directed at me at all.
“I will kill them then.” Dath narrows his eyes on the hallway ahead of us and pulls his lips back into a snarl. “They will not need your affections in their graves.”
“Wait!” I try to keep Dath from moving, but even as I dig my heels into the ground, he just drags me behind him as I cling to his arm. “Wait, Dath, no.”
So that’s how we enter the dining hall after mating. I’m clinging to his arm, trying to get him to stop the murderous rampage he now wants to go on while he grits his teeth so hard they might actually crack. His chest is heaving, his muscles tense, and he’s on a mission to make Toron and Yril pay for some stupid nonsense I said to get under my demon’s scales.
“Dath, you’re making a scene!” I shout at him, but he merely huffs at me before pulling his arm until I’m back at his side, my legs dangling as he carries me.
“Has the mating not gone well?” Toron seems amused as we near him, but Yril is smart in standing and putting a chair between himself and Dath. Toron stays seated and even sets his arms at his sides, showing he’s absolutely no threat to my mate at all.
“The mating went fine,” I huff, and I’m met with a sideways look from Dath. “Oh, sorry, the mating was fantastic.” I roll my eyes when Dath nods and turns his attention back toward his cousins.
“She thinks she needs to touch you as well,” Dath snarls, which has Toron laughing and Yril shooting me a what-the-fuck look.
“No, I do not!” I screech, which gets Dath’s attention more than anything else I’ve tried so far. “I was trying to see if I could get you all worked up.”
Dath sets me on the ground, his attention fully on me as he rubs his eyes with one hand. He kneels to the ground and pulls me close to him before speaking to me in a low voice. “You were teasing me?”
I nod.