Page 14 of His Human to Chase

The room is empty except for me, and it has me worrying that something awful has happened. Yril would be with me if he was here, so why is he not in bed, holding me, telling me everything is okay?

“Yril?” My voice cracks as I call out for him.

In an instant, he’s standing next to me, his knee pressing gently against the mattress. I throw myself against his chest like I’m trying to share his scales. My arms wrap around his neck, and I all but drag him down onto the bed with me. His dark red eyes look like he’s in mourning, but he says nothing as I try to make us one by holding him so tight.

“Where were you?”

His lips pull back to reveal the extra sharp teeth that he doesn’t normally sport, and he nods toward the ground, where I can see a blanket laid out and a pillow. It’s my turn to snarl at him, and he flinches when he sees the anger on my face. Good.

“Why?” The word is more of a growl as I say it through clenched teeth.

Memories of the three demons in the woods who surrounded me and then grabbed me have my heart racing and tears spilling down my cheeks, but I’m not sad or scared. I’m angry. Angry that I ran away from Yril without knowing if that was what he wanted to do that day. Angry that I didn’t ask him which direction I should run because I don’t know the woods at all. Angry that I’m small and weak compared to the other creatures of this world and that they tried to use it as a way to say I was willing to be forced.

Yril looks to the bed, my angry eyes, and then to the tears that are darkening the blanket beneath me. He cups my cheek gently and wipes my tears away. “I understand if you would like to find the protection and companionship of another male.”

I lunge for him. I don’t stop to think that I’m acting way more feral and too hyped on adrenaline. Nope. I don’t think about that at all as I catch Yril by surprise. His body falls backward onto the stone floor with me on top of him. One of my hands is on his throat, the other on the ground beside his head as I lean down and nip at his lips. I’m pretty sure every emotion flitters across his face for a second before he settles on amusement before shuttering it all and going blank on me.

“Mine,” I snarl as I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down on it hard. Yril hisses but doesn’t make a move to touch me or push me off of him. I pull away from him. Not very far, but enough so he can see the fury in my eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

Interest flashes in Yril’s eyes before he can mask it with his self-deprecating scowl. There’s a twitch in his lip that wants to make him smile before he can school his features. He’s upset about something. Maybe it’s because I was touched by another male, maybe it’s because he had to kill three people. I don’t care what his reasons are for thinking I don’t want him, but I will end those doubts right here, right now. I don’t care if I have to play dirty to make him realize it either.

“I was promised anything I want or need,” I growl at him. My fingers press harder into his throat. I’m not doing any damage to him. I don’t think I actually can. Even if I had a weapon, I might be the loser in that fight. Yril allows me the illusion of overpowering him. He allows me to hold him in place and press my nails harshly against the soft scales of his neck.

“Anything.” Yril nods, remembering the promise he made to me the night we mated.

“You.” The word is punctuated with a nip to his chin that finally has his hands moving up to my hips to touch me. “I want you.”

Yril shakes his head, his hands going limp and lying next to his sides again instead of touching me. He tries to look away from me, but I move back into his eyesight. I can’t force him to look at me if he doesn’t want to, but I can keep moving into his vision until he relents.

“Are you saying you don’t want me?”

I didn’t even think that was a possibility, but he’s now telling me that he’s not willing to give me himself. If that’s the case, it has to be because he doesn’t want me.

My thoughts don’t have enough time to spiral much more before it’s Yril getting angry underneath me. Good, we can both be angry for all I care. At least then, he’s showing me an emotion instead of trying to cut me off. I don’t give him a second to speak. I dig my nails harder into his neck.

“Who do you belong to?”

Yril grits his teeth as though the word pains him to say. “You.”

“Who?” I snarl, leaning in close to his face and threatening to bite him again.

“You, Skylar.”

Something breaks inside of Yril when he says it. He moves quickly to pin me to the floor, his body pushing my legs apart so he can lay between them, and then his hand is the one circling my neck as he bites down gently on the curve of my shoulder. He doesn’t break my skin. He barely even presses his teeth into me before pulling away.

He stares down at me, emotion causing tears to dampen his lower lids. “I am yours. Always.”

I grab his horns and pull him closer to me. His eyes are warring with emotions. Emotions we need to discuss because they all coalesced into him trying to push me away, and I can’t be having that.

“I want what’s mine to fuck me like he knows his place.” I jerk his horns so his head tilts to the side, and I take the soft scales of his throat between my teeth and bite down hard enough that if he had skin, he’d bruise. His nostrils flare, but it isn’t in anger toward me. No, he fucking loves having my teeth on him, and I plan on finding a way to mark him, claim him as mine with my teeth. Unfortunately, it has to be another time because in order for him to have sex with me, he has to crawl over me so I can only lick and scratch at his chest while he plunges his cock into me.

“Where is my place?” He breathes heavily above me, a knowing look in his eye.

I lean over to the arm, bracing him on the left bite down on his bicep softly in more of a nibble that has him jerking inside of me. I smile up at him. “With me.”

He grunts and gives me a nod before rolling his hips into me and sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His free hand moves down my body until his thumb is rubbing against my clit. He strums me softly, wanting to make sure I come with him at least once so he can feel me squeeze around him.

“Who do you belong to?” I gasp as he pushes me higher and higher until I’m about to reach the peak of my pleasure. “Who owns you? Mind, body, and soul?”

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