Page 9 of His Human to Chase

“Why would you be hard to get in bed?” I ask. “You are my mate. You should feel best in my bed, underneath me.” I look at how she is lying on me now and give her a clever smile. “Or on top of me.”

She giggles again and lays her head against my chest. Her pink cheeks are bright, and her eyes keep darting up to me as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. There is a pause between our speaking, but then she returns her gaze to me, her hands reaching up to touch my cheeks. “You really want to be with me?”

Heat rushes through my body, a panic that flares inside of me at my mate, thinking even slightly that I do not want to be hers. “Always. You will never be rid of me. Do not ever think for a moment that you are alone in your neediness. The goddess has made us dependent on one another, and I will never feel shame for needing my mate.”

“You’re different than I thought you’d be.” My mate yawns softly as she caresses my face and then rests against my chest again, her hands going limp, her arms wrapping around my neck. “I thought you’d be scarier, but you’re just a giant sweetheart.”

I let my fingers brush through her hair some more. “I am whatever you need me to be, but I am a dangerous male now. I will need my mate to keep me from losing myself to the bloodlust.”

My human snorts a laugh as her body goes limp on top of mine. “Dangerous?” She reluctantly moves her eyes to meet mine. “I think you’re all talk.”

Her words confuse me because I do not know how she could think I am not a dangerous male when I am so much larger than her. My eyes will never switch back to black, and I have a rage that simmers under my scales that is only cooled by her presence. Her sleepy smile tells me she does not find me dangerous at all, and I wonder if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

“I will never be dangerous to you,” I whisper softly as her eyes slowly close. “Others, yes, but never to you, little floof.”

Another smile graces her lips even though I am almost certain she is asleep. “Skylar,” she whispers to me without opening her eyes, “My name is Skylar, but I do like being your floof.”

“You will be both. Do not worry.” I smile down at her, appreciating that she has finally told me her name. She does not know our customs. There is no way that she does because she has barely been here. She does not know the beauty of her offering me to say her name. Or, I guess it is not that important now that we have already bedded one another and mated, but still, knowing the name of my mate is important.

“Sleep now, Skylar,” I say as her breathing deepens. I feel a warmth in my chest when I say her name, grateful for how calm I feel with my human lying on top of me.

Skylar

The fire’s out when I wake up in the morning, and it’s pitch black in the safety building since there are no windows in the stone building. I’d be scared if I wasn’t pinned to a hard, scaled body.

Yril’s breathing so deeply that there’s no way he’s not still asleep. So, of course, I wiggle around on top of him slightly until his fingers press harder into my thigh and shoulder, keeping me still against him. His cock digs into me, but when I try to rub against him, he holds me tighter.

“Is my mate needy this morning?” Yril’s voice is raspy when he finally wakes. His fingers ease their pressure on my body, but instead of releasing me, they both travel to my waist until he’s holding me flush against his cock and grinding against me.

“How could I not be when you’re already hard and ready?” I ask him.

Some of the trepidation and uncertainty from last night finally eases, and I’m able to be more of myself. I wanted to flirt with him last night. To say dirty things to him and get him all worked up, but the feelings I feel for a near stranger are throwing me for a loop. He says he feels the same, and when he stares at me with his giant red eyes, I feel like he’s telling me the truth. Lying on his scaled chest all night also helped to ease some of the uncertainty.

“My floof speaks?” He asks with an amused smile probably on his face. I can’t see it, but I can imagine it. “Let me make a fire so I know you can see me when you say such things to me.”

My face flushes at his words, but I don’t have time to reply before he rolls me off of his chest and stands from the bed. It’s too dark, so I sit on the bed and stare in the direction where I can hear him moving.

“Can you see me at all, or are you guessing where my cock is?” Yril sounds amused again when he says the words, which sends another warmth of embarrassment coursing through me.

“Am I staring at your dick?” I ask as I chew on my lip. The idea that wherever I’m looking in this dark mass of black is exactly where his cock is has me smiling, even if it’s also embarrassing.

“You were,” Yril’s voice is closer to me now. The bed dips as he prowls toward me. I feel his hot breath over my face, the only indication that he’s near me. I lean into him, but he’s grabbing my chin and tilting my head up. His breathing is ragged, and I can’t see his face to figure out what he’s thinking. “I want to play with my floof.”

“I want to play with my verpar,” I run my nails against his scaled chest and appreciate when he hisses at my touch. Did I ever think I’d find a lizard alien man sexy? Of course not, but now he’s my entire world, and I have to say that I don’t hate it.

“How much can you see?” He grips my chin harder, tilting my head up. I’m sure he’s staring into my eyes, but I can’t see anything at all.

“Nothing,” I rasp. I’m in a vulnerable spot right now, but I trust Yril. I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone. I know it’s foolish since I don’t know him at all, but my mind doesn’t care. My soul doesn’t care. My pussy sure doesn’t care because I’m aching to be filled by him again already. No, more than that, I’m already twitchy with need with whatever game he wants to play.

“Nothing at all?” Yril asks like he’s uncertain if I’m telling the truth.

“I don’t even know if I’m looking at your eyes or not right now.”

“You are,” His tongue flicks at my lips, and I part them slightly for him. Another brush of his breath washes over me, and then he’s pushing away from me. He’s loudly walking away from the bed and into the middle of the room, if I had to guess. “I am hanging your tunic on the door. I want you to retrieve it.”

“That’s it?” I ask, my voice a bit higher, my breathing already picking up.

Last night I saw where the door was, but I also know there’s a table and chair in the room. I’m almost positive Yril is moving things just to be obstacles right now. It’s dark, so I only have my hearing, and even if he’s being quiet, I can still hear him softly moving things.

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