Page 33 of His Human to Chase

I push back against him, but his hold on me is too tight. “Yril, please!”

“That’s two, but your begging is sweet,” He leans down to lick at my neck before straightening so he can push himself inside of me again. “So slick for me, floof. Were you thinking about being caught while you were running?”

“Yes, Yril,” I cry out as the ridges of his cock hit me just right, and his thumb starts playing with my clit.

“You should run from predators,” His voice is tense, like he’s having to stop himself from releasing too soon. “You shouldn’t run to them and spread your legs for them.”

“Only for you,” I pant. I tilt my head toward the forearm close to my shoulder and just barely manage to get it between my lips. Yril knows what I want, though, and he’s more than willing to provide it. He moves his arm closer until I can get his scales between my teeth to bite down hard.

“That’s right, little floof,” He groans above as his cock twitches inside of me. “Show me just how ferocious you are.”

A growl rumbles in my throat as my eyes strain to look at him. I pull my teeth out of his arm, licking at the blood on my lips and then the blood trailing down his forearm. The middle of each of his forearms is covered in healed bite marks and ones that are still healing. It’s the easiest place for me to reach while we fuck, and so there are bands around each arm where the majority of his bites are. Yril loves them, though. Absolutely goes feral any time I sink my teeth into him.

Yril pulls out of me and then stands me on my feet before I register what’s happening. He spins me around once, come slipping down my inner thighs. When he lets me still my movements, he’s nowhere to be seen. I look around frantically, not realizing for a moment that we’re still playing. His hands on my hips as he hisses in my ear are my comfort.

“Run, Skylar. I’m not wasting any of this time with you,” His claws pinch into my soft flesh, just hard enough to have me yelping. He releases me, and I take off into the trees again, not knowing when he’s going to snatch me up in the darkness and make love to me again.

I probably look like a mess. Blood drips down my chin, my hair crazy from running and being grabbed, and not to mention the mixture of my arousal and Yril’s release slowly dripping out of me. I don’t let any of that stop me. I run and run until my lungs are burning and my muscles are starting to ache. It isn’t very long since the adrenaline wore off during the fucking, and my body is still exhausted from the first run.

I lean against a tree, trying to suck in deep breaths, when I notice a soft glowing orange light of fire just ahead. My sense of direction is terrible on this planet, and it’s made even worse by us being at a new tribe. Still, I don’t know why Yril would herd me back to the tribe if he still wants to have his way with me. I study the orange flickering for a moment longer until I decide that’s not the way I should go, and turn to run back where I came from.

A hand wraps around my waist, and I’m hauled over Yril’s shoulder in an instant. “Stubborn female,” He laughs as he carries me toward the glowing fire. “You run toward danger and away from safety.”

“Maybe I like being at your mercy,” I tease him, not even trying to fight back against him carrying me. “Also, I definitely thought this was the beginning of the tribe and didn’t want any of them seeing me like this?”

“Like what?” Yril huffs, a hand sliding between my legs and squeezing my thigh. “Thoroughly claimed?”

I open my mouth to tell him that, yes, that’s exactly what I don’t need others seeing, but he’s setting me on the ground. He takes a step back from me, allowing me to take in the scene around me. I’m completely naked, in the middle of a small clearing that is outlined in small torches. Yril has us both standing on a soft blanket, flowers strewn about, and a pack of what I’m hoping is water and food sits to one side.

I take one more look around before my eyes meet Yril’s. He’s still completely naked too, but he looks more innocent and nervous right now than aroused. My brows furrow, and my fingers start to tangle with one another.

“What is this?”

Yril takes a step close to me, his hand reaching out for mine, and then he falls to his knees in front of me, putting him around eye level with me. “Do not tell the others because I may have stolen the idea from another.” His eyes dart around the little scene he’s set up before they land back on mine. “A human custom to claim you as mine since you have claimed me in one of my customs.”

My eyes narrow as Yril reaches for the pack off to the side and fumbles around in it before producing a small fabric bag tied together with a strip of thin leather. He carefully unties the bag and lets the contents fall in the middle of his large, scaled palm. Something shines in the torchlight before he’s plucking it with two fingers and holding it up to my face, much too close for me to get a good look at it.

“What are you doing?” I step away from him slightly so I can get a better look at the small metal ring in his hand. My eyes snap up to his, my mouth hanging open. “Yril, what are you doing?”

He frowns slightly and tilts the rings to the side. “Proposing, I think, is what the females called it.” His brows furrow and he lets out a huff. “Claiming you. As you have done for me. Now, put it on so others know you are a claimed female.”

I let out a long laugh as I take the ring from Yril’s outstretched hand and slip it on my ring finger. It’s a little too big but I’m sure we can get that fixed by one of the demons back at home who works with metal. “Normally, a male is supposed to tell his female all the reasons he wants to claim her before he offers her a ring.”

“No one told me this,” Yril rubs his horn. “Give it back. I can try again and make it right, yes?”

“No,” I squeal and run away from him as he tries to grab my hand. “It’s mine now, and you’re never getting it back.”

“So you accept my claiming?” Yril crawls over the blanket to where I’m standing in the corner. One hand reaches out for me, and when I take it, he pulls me down to lie beside him. “You will wear my mark for all to see?”

I nuzzle my face against his neck, nodding a yes to his question. “Of course,” I say as I pull away from him slightly. His tongue makes quick work of licking some of the sweat from my neck before pinning me to the ground and positioning himself at my entrance.

“Tell me who you belong to, little floof,” Yril murmurs softly. His hand wraps around mine. His fingers trail over the ring before he looks back down his body to me underneath him.

“I belong to you, Yril,” I keep his eyes as he pushes inside of me slowly, teasingly. One of his hands moves to underneath my back before tilting my hips to meet his.

“And I belong to you,” His voice is soft as firelight plays off his scales.

Yril

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