Page 3 of His Human to Charm

“You okay?” She asks.

My tears have returned. I force back a sob, but a strangled sound still makes its way through my chest. It’s pathetic how easily I’m lost in panic and sorrow instead of accepting what’s happening. If I were more carefree or go with the flow, maybe all of this would be easier. Maybe I’d be able to calm my thoughts and not spiral into all the worst possible scenarios. A harsh growl sounds from the hallway, causing me to shrink closer to Olivia’s hold on me.

She turns to face her mate, one hand on her hips and a brow cocked. “I told you to keep them all in the dining room.”

“He wanted to meet his mate.” Ralleth shrugs as if that is reason enough to ignore what his mate asked of him. “I do not know if you have not noticed, but he is much stronger than your Ralleth.”

My heart flutters as I realize what Ralleth’s saying. Yeah, I don’t like them calling this other demon my mate, but he’s out there right now, waiting to meet me. Someone growled earlier when I first arrived and was sobbing. Now that I’ve heard the same growl again, I know it’s Toron growling because of what? Because of me and my crying? Does he actually care? There’s no way. He hasn’t even met me. The idea of him caring for me should scare me, right? So why does it make me feel at ease? And why can’t I stop staring at the doorway, waiting for him to step through so I can meet him, too?

“He will not enter your room unless invited,” Ralleth says, much closer to Olivia and me than he was before. I narrow my eyes on him when I see the playful smile on his lips. His big, black eyes are staring at me in amusement, like he’s entertained by being here and making me uncomfortable about having to mate his friend. “The new female should say his name.” Ralleth makes a soft coughing sound as Olivia slaps his chest with the back of her hand.

“My Ralleth needs to behave.” Olivia tries to keep her face straight, but I can see the smile tugging at her lips. “Ignore him and ignore the one in the hall. The demons can all be clingy, so if you want to be left alone, you just have to say so.”

I look over at the door again, wanting Toron to walk a bit closer so I can see him. I’m assuming he looks like Ralleth. Tall, red, scaled, and with horns jutting out of his head. I shouldn’t find it as hot as I do. Especially when I thought I was going to grow old with a human man. Maybe it’s a good sign that I can see myself being attracted to one of their kind. It would suck if I thought they were repulsive.

“He can come in,” I say, my eyes not leaving the doorframe.

“Good, you will mate soon once you meet him,” Ralleth says too loud and too cheerfully as he walks to the door. “You will see him, your nose soul will like his smell, and then you will be enamored with his cock as all the females are.”

“Wait!” I call out to ask more questions.

I’m not trying to become enamored with anyone’s cock. And I definitely don’t need everyone to know that I’m even thinking about mating with him without ever seeing him. Not that there’s anything wrong with what the other women here have done, but I’ve given a single handjob in my life. I don’t need this alien man to think I’m about to rock his whole world and worship his cock just because I’m supposed to. Even if I want to, I don’t know how, and it’s too embarrassing to ask anyone else since I’m a full-grown adult woman who’s only a virgin because she was too awkward to talk to men when they were still on Earth.

“Ralleth!” Olivia tries to scold him, but he ignores both of us as he sticks his head into the hallway and motions for Toron to come inside.

I don’t have time to mentally prepare myself to thwart off any advances that he might throw at me. Olivia doesn’t have time to tell her mate that he’s being an ass. And Toron seems completely oblivious to the tension in the air as he steps into my room.

He’s huge both in height and in bulk. His scales are a deep crimson that fades into a soft pink around his abdomen. Oh yeah, and he’s shirtless because the shirt he was wearing is currently on me. Deep scars mar the left side of his chest and shoulder in a semi-circle that almost resembles a bite mark if I knew of anything with a jaw that big. The thought of whatever creature did that to a demon of his size has me worried. My eyes drift lower until I realize I’m staring at the strained fabric of his pants, where his erection is doing a great job of trying to bust out of his pants.

My eyes widen in embarrassment, and I look back up at him, hoping he didn’t catch me ogling him. I’m not that lucky. No, he’s smiling like a damn fool, and it only causes more embarrassment to course through my body.

Olivia and Ralleth have moved closer to the doorway, almost like they’re trying to leave so Toron and I can have a moment to ourselves. Ralleth nudges Olivia to leave, but she stays planted in the room until I give her a small nod that tells her she’s okay to leave. I trust Toron not to touch me. I don’t know why, and maybe I’ll regret it, but I feel safe around him.

“My name is Toron,” he says as he continues to smile at me. He doesn’t pay any attention to Ralleth and Olivia, even as they squish past his large frame and out of the room. He also doesn’t move closer to me, which I appreciate because I’m still trying to figure out what I should say in this situation.

I can’t just come out and say, ‘Hey, I’m here to be the human female you breed with, but please be gentle, and I also don’t know what I’m doing, so I hope you weren’t hoping for someone with experience.’

Of course, as my mind wanders to what I should be saying, my eyes also wander to some place they should not be looking. Why is his dick so big, and why is he already so hard? Is this what Ralleth meant when he said I’d become enamored with his cock? I thought I’d at least need a bit more seducing, but a crazy part of me wants him to pull his pants down now so I can look at it.

“Could I know your name?” Toron asks as he takes a tentative step towards me. My eyes snap back up to his face, the blood in my cheeks burning hot. I open my mouth to explain myself or try to make up an excuse, but I have nothing.

“Alice,” I manage to stammer out the word.

Toron takes another step toward me, his eyes never leaving my face. It feels like he’s watching to make sure he doesn’t scare me, but the only thing scaring me is how much I’m reacting to him and how badly I know I’m going to mess it all up.

“I want to make it clear to you that in our custom, if I was to say a female’s name, it is an invitation into my bed. Do you understand?” Toron takes another step. The distance between us is only a foot or so now, and I have to crane my neck up to look at him.

“I understand.”

“Good,” he said, reaching a hand to my face but not touching me. He waits to see my reaction and then ever so gently strokes my cheek with his fingertips before trailing them down the side of my neck and cupping the back of it so soft it’s like he’s scared he might break me. “I would very much like to invite—“

I cut him off before he can say anything else. I should tell him I’ve never done this before and need to take it slow. I should tell him that I can feel some weird connection to him and want to get to know him better, but I’m scared and need time to figure out my feelings. I should tell him that I don’t want to scare him off or disappoint him when he realizes that I’m just a giant, awkward human who rarely ever knows what she’s doing in life. I don’t say any of those things, though. No, that would be too easy.

My brain, in all its beauty and grace, has me pushing Toron away from me. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Toron looks hurt for a moment, his red eyes widening as he takes a few more steps backward. His hand rubs at the spot where I pushed him away. He’s reacting like I hurt him when I know there’s no way that’s possible. I barely put my hand on him, but he’s rubbing it like I’ve bruised him. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, I turn away, giving him my back because if I keep looking at him, I’m going to cry again.

My thoughts are all over the place, and I just need a second to figure them all out. I need for the panic spiral I’m falling into to slow down so I can grasp onto a single thought. I need lots of things, and the only certainty I have right now is that I’ve managed to mess everything up already. If I can’t calm down, I can’t tell him that I’m overreacting.

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