Page 6 of His Human to Adore
I wiggle against him, trying to see if I can still feel his hard length against me. It twitches when I rub against it, reminding me he’s probably much larger than anyone I’ve ever been with. His hand lowers to my hip, his grip tightening until I stop moving against him. Yes, he’s asleep, and yes, I shouldn’t be taking advantage of a man having nightmares, but my body isn’t understanding that it’s not time to have sexy thoughts about some demon from another planet that I just arrived on, not even a day ago. Instead, I’m growing hornier and hornier, like some unknown force is pumping me full of aphrodisiacs or whatever makes people horny.
Dath makes some more hissing noises too soft for my translator to pick up and then moves his hand further down my body until he’s pressing his fingers against the fabric that’s barely separating my sex from his touch. I try to spread my legs to give him more access, but he only cups me and pulls me against him even tighter. He says something else with more harsh hisses before his body relaxes again, his fingers still pressing against the soft skin between my legs but not pushing further into me. I try to grind myself against him to relieve some of the pent-up sexual frustration. He hisses loudly, causing me to still my movements and for a prickle of fear tickling the back of my mind. When I stop moving, he relaxes again.
I let out a long, shaky breath and try to rein in the absolute mess I’m being. I can feel my wetness dripping from between my legs and against his fingers. My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire. Dath’s stupid hold on me makes it impossible to move without him hissing or admonishing me with his murmurs that I don’t understand but get his point across very well. I’m not supposed to move, and we are supposed to be sleeping. Two things I can’t even remotely want to do with how I’m currently feeling.
I don’t know how long I lie in bed as rain pounds against the wood that covers the large window against one wall. The sound of water dripping onto the stone floors distracts me from the arousal burning my body. I count the drips, hoping that at some point, my brain will get so bored of the monotony that it will allow me to sleep since we aren’t getting any relief from the burning desire in my core.
Two-hundred-thirty-four is the last number I remember thinking in my mind before everything else gets dark. My desire never lessens, but my body gives in and lets sleep drift me away from the torture of being held still against a man who somehow makes me feel things I definitely didn’t think I’d already feel for an alien I’ve never even talked to. I’d like to say my dreams are a reprieve from the desire I’m feeling. If anything, they only make it worse since I have the first sex dream I’ve ever had in my life, and that dream features a bright red alien with horns and a forked tongue that does wonderful things between my legs.
Deja
Awarmhandshakesmy shoulder softly until I’m able to crack my eyes open. The cold scales of the demon behind me do nothing for the fire raging underneath my skin, and his hand still cupping between my legs isn’t helping anything. A human face is close to mine, and she’s looking at me with her lips pressed tightly together and a wrinkle in her brow.
It takes me a moment to remember who this one is, and maybe that’s wrong of me since I spent two years in the same unit with her, but we all went by the new names the Hands gave us, and I’m not about to call her A12-01 because I hate when I’m called A12-04.
Olivia. That’s what her name is. I need to file that away in my brain so I can hopefully remember it better.
“Deja,” Olivia says my name softly, her eyes cutting up to the demon spooning me like she’s making sure not to wake him. “Time to get up.”
“No,” I mutter as I close my eyes. “Still sleeping.”
“Hey,” Olivia says a bit more forcefully. I stare at her, a little pissed that she’s still trying to get me out of the comfort of my demon’s arms. I’ll take him as mine. I have no issue with that. It’s just that I still haven’t spoken to him. Sure, he’s giving me more action than I’ve had in the last few years, but I still need to have a conversation with him before I start claiming him for myself. “You’re not yourself right now, and we need to discuss some things with you.”
“Don’t wanna leave,” I say as I try to turn in Dath’s arms so I can ignore the woman and hope she just leaves.
“Deja, he’s not allowing my mate in here, and I really need you to come with me.” Her voice is tense like she’s trying to hold back how nervous she actually is about having to talk to me. I crane my neck to the open doorway and see another demon standing near the door. His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes bright red as he stares at me. “Your demon won’t let Ralleth in here. We’ve been trying to get you out for a while now. I’m surprised you haven’t woken up until now.”
“We’ve been sleeping,” I say, rubbing my eyes with one of my hands to try to rid myself of some of the sleep I still feel. I must be out of it still since there’s no way she just called Dath my demon. “No one’s tried to wake us.”
Olivia looks back over to the doorway. “You’ve been in a haze. So has your demon.” She says he’s mine again, and instead of being weirded out, I actually feel a sense of pride. Maybe she’s right, and I’m not thinking clearly. “I need to get you out of this room so we can explain what’s happening and so he can calm down.”
“Okay,” I nod my head, trusting what she’s saying to me to be true. She has nothing to gain from lying to me, and it’s not like I’m in my right mind. I can feel burning under my skin. A desire to stay with Dath claws at my chest so intensely that I know I can’t be thinking rationally.
I twist in Dath’s arms. He tightens his grip on me and hisses softly. His body is telling me he doesn’t want me to leave, but according to Olivia, I need to. I lift my hand up to his face and try my best to stroke his cheek as I wiggle out of his grasp again. “Let go. I need to get up.”
Dath groans, and the chord around my chest tightens, begging me to stay in bed with him. My heart tells me it’s safer here with this demon I don’t really know. I want to listen to my heart, but Olivia looks so worried. I must be thinking irrationally. Considering I want to think with what’s between my legs more than my brain, I’d say I should definitely listen to someone who isn’t me right now.
“No, I need to get up,” I whisper. Dath’s body softens slightly, but he doesn’t want to release me. His eyes never open, and I’m not entirely sure he’s awake. For all I know, he’s not thinking with his brain, either. He makes some more sounds, grumbling about having to let me go. I get the distinct impression he wants me back in this bed as quickly as possible, and I can’t say that I mind that at all. “Let me go talk with the other women.”
Dath huffs and finally releases my body from his grasp. He pulls the blankets tighter around him when I roll away from him, never fully waking. He probably thinks all of this is still a dream. I know I don’t feel completely myself. Like I’m walking through molasses, and my brain is foggy. Only one thing is in focus, and it’s the demon curled up in his bed, making soft sounds that makes me think he’s thinking about how much he cares for me. I smile at the sweet idea but shake my head, knowing I don’t need to get attached to the first alien man showing me any interest. In fact, I shouldn’t be falling for any alien men until I’m thinking with more than what’s between my legs.
Dath’s hand snatches mine as I stand from the bed. His dark eyes are now completely red, but they still seem far off, like he’s not completely awake. “Come back. Promise you’ll be back.” His words are a whisper so soft that they’re meant only for me. The absolute fear in his voice breaks my heart, and it’s only made worse when it’s clear he’s still partially unconscious.
“I’ll come back,” I say softly as I stroke his cheek. He nods once, his eyes closing again and his hand dropping from my wrist.
I turn to face Olivia to tell her to lead the way where we need to go, but her eyes are wide, and she’s staring out the door like she’s not sure exactly what to do. Ralleth tilts his chin in my direction, and Olivia returns her focus to me.
“Right, okay, this way.” She grabs my hand and walks me out of the room until we pass the alien that she said was her mate. His bright red eyes are still staring into Dath’s room, watching the sleeping man like he might make a move to get up or attack someone at any moment. I’m curious what could have happened while we were sleeping to have the two acting so strange.
Two more demons stand in the hallway. Their eyes are black, and one of them is smiling brightly at me. The same stupid, smug smile that called me stubborn last night.
“You’ve turned Dath into a monster.” Erkoz laughs as he watches my frown deepen.
Dath didn’t seem like much of a monster when we were in bed since all we were doing was cuddling and sleeping. He definitely wasn’t doing anything monstrous.
“Hey, Deja, do you remember us?” Kendra talks to me like I’m a child, and it might piss me off if I wasn’t looking at all of them and their worried faces. I give her a soft nod, not wanting to worry them anymore. “Good. These are my mates, Erkoz and Xoth, they’re assholes, but they’re safe males. They’re going to take us somewhere to talk. Is that okay with you?”
“Get her out now,” Ralleth hisses as he closes the door to Dath’s room quickly. “He will wake and notice she is gone. Explain to her as best you can and do not bring her back until she accepts him as a mate. He is not himself and won’t be until she is his.”