Page 12 of His Human to Charm

“No, I know he wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Then it’s really just the whole virgin thing keeping you from him?” Deja asks as though it isn’t a terribly personal question.

I should be more offended, right? Maybe I should be a little scandalized by having my business known by so many practical strangers. I see the way all of the women interact with one another like they’re a giant family now that we’re all stuck on this planet together, and I want to be a part of it. Even if that means everyone is nosy and in each other’s business. It also means I can be nosy right back when I think of stuff I want to ask.

“Look, I know what I’m supposed to do. I’ve watched porn.” Too much information. Deja doesn’t seem phased, and neither does Olivia. They both just nod as they wait for me to continue. “I just get nervous when I think about actually doing it with someone because what if I’m bad at it?”

Olivia snickers to herself, reminding me of the same sound her mate makes when he’s teasing the other demons at the dining table. Now that I think about it, Deja’s harsh cackle also lines up with the bark of a sound I heard from Dath earlier. I look over at the still-tense demon who’s meant to be mine and wonder if we’re going to end up resembling one another in certain ways. The awkwardness of our encounters together, not counting.

“Trust me,” Deja stifles the laugh that’s bubbling into her speech. “These guys don’t care how good you are or what you do. Hell, you could just say his name, and he’d be coming all over himself.”

“Or you could do what Kendra does and tell him you touch yourself to thoughts of him,” Olivia adds. “Pretty sure her mates still replay those words in their minds at least a few times a day if how they look at her is any indication.”

I cover my mouth and then my eyes before laying my head on the table and trying to decide if I want to die of mortification or laugh at how absurd this whole conversation is. It’s only made so much more absurd when Kendra comes running back over with something wooden held in her hand as she waves it wildly over her head.

“Maybe I should go see if Dath needs me,” Deja says off-handedly when Kendra draws near. She takes one look at what’s in her hand before laughing again and getting up from the table. “Yeah, you don’t need me here for this conversation. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say as she walks right over to her mate and crawls into his lap.

He holds her tight, all of his attention focused on her as a look of adoration shines on his face. Toron snarls before moving his chair a few feet to the side. He sits back down, still just as angry-looking, and continues staring at me.

I take some of the advice I’ve been given, and instead of flinching away from his gaze like I want to do, I hold it for a few moments. Even when Kendra sets something in my hands, I hold his eyes and watch with confusion as his body tenses more and his claws shoot from his fingertips.

“Stroke it,” Kendra whispers to me, nudging me softly with her elbow. “I bet he’ll be over here in an instant if you eye fuck him while touching that.”

“What?” I ask, my eyes finally dropping to the object I was handed.

I squeal as I toss it back to Kendra, who catches it with way more grace than I expect her to for being four shots in right now. The object is a dildo. A wooden dildo, but I know what a sex toy is when I see it. I’m a virgin, not by choice but because of awkwardness and no people skills. That means I’ve known a dildo or two in my life, but that doesn’t mean I want Kendra’s in my lap or touching my hands.

“Your face,” Kendra laughs as she tosses the dildo on the table and flops back in her chair. “You look so scandalized.”

“I’m not scandalized,” I say in a voice that sounds absolutely scandalized. When Kendra quirks an eyebrow at me, I just shoo her and her dildo away from me. “Why do you even have that?”

“My mates made it for me.” She spins it around on the table, which has me giggling even though I know it’s stupid. “They want me to use it, but I’m scared of splinters in places where splinters should never be.”

I cringe at the thought and then frown at the dildo like it’s wronged me in some way. As I frown at it in disapproval for being made of wood, I take in what it actually looks like and how kind of human it looks. I mean, it’s big for a dick, which is expected since the demons are all much bigger than human men. It has ridges that adorn the top and bottom that look like the same raised scales on their collarbones and shoulders. I sneak a peek at Toron, who is watching everything I do with the dildo with heaving breaths like he’s getting off on just this.

“Where’s the balls?” I don’t know why that’s the question I’m asking, but I mean, I’ve seen plenty of dildos in my life, and a lot of them have balls. Sure, not all, but still. What if the demons have weird scaley balls, and that’s why they didn’t add them to the dildo?

“Inside their pockets,” Olivia says, forcing her smile from becoming a full-blown laugh.

“Pockets?”

“Pockets.” Kendra nods. Neither of them explain further. They watch me and try to keep their laughing to a minimum.

“Go ask Toron about it,” Olivia eggs me on. “I’m sure he’ll teach you all you need to know.”

I look back over at Toron, and my eyes drop down to his crotch, where I can see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. It’s tempting. It’s so unbelievably tempting, but if I go over to him now, everyone at this table will know why I’m doing it. They might talk. Then, if he says no for some reason, everyone will know about it. I can feel my excitement and joy fading as the overthinking takes over, and I worry about everything that could possibly happen.

“Don’t do that,” Kendra says, placing a hand on my shoulder and sounding much more sober than her glassy gaze gives her any reason to. “Be happy, find happiness here. This place is fucking great if you can get over the heat. He’s going to fuck your brains out multiple times a day, we’re going to be here to talk and hang out with, and you’ll never want for anything other than coffee and reality television ever again.”

I try to take her words to heart. I try to see the truth in them because I can feel the happiness that I could have here. I can feel in my chest the empty ache when I’m away from Toron when I’m not sure if there is where I’m supposed to be. I feel the warmth of all of the love in this place when I’m out here with everyone, even if it’s sitting here, drinking and talking about alien penis with the women I’ve only known for a few days. This place could be my home. I just need to get over my overthinking and worrying.

Kendra leans in closer to me and lifts the skin holding the alcohol to pour a bit more into one of the cups before sliding it into my hand. She peeks out of the corner of her eye, seeing if Toron is going to lose his cool over her offering more of it. She must feel safe enough because she wraps my fingers around it and urges me to take one more shot.

“One more for courage, and then go say his name,” She says. “He won’t have sex with you until you’ve discussed how he can touch you in this state. They’re weird about consent stuff, especially after some of us,” She gives Olivia a very pointed look, “Had a very shitty time here with some of the males.”

“Okay.” I look at the cup of alcohol, debating with myself for half a second before tossing it back and pushing away from the table before I can lose my nerve. “Toron,” I say softly, testing the word out of my lips. I like how it sounds, and I feel my lips curling up slightly.

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