Page 26 of His Human to Charm

My name on her lips is not what I need to be hearing right now. Yes, it is awakening every single part of my body. This includes my cock, which I can feel is covered only by a thin blanket. Alice sits on the bed close to me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off her. I want to wrap my arms around her and pull her into this bed with me, but there are others here. I most certainly cannot be taking my female in front of others.

“We will wait outside while you wake him,” Dath says, clearing his throat once. Alice’s fingers trace the scales of my cheeks. Her fingers fall lower to my neck before she touches the edge of one of the bandages across my chest. “If he is too much, you need to only call out. I am still stronger than him.”

“He won’t hurt me,” Alice says just loud enough for Dath to hear. I want to hold her even tighter, knowing she trusts me so much, but still, I wait. As soon as I open my eyes, I will want her, every part of her, and denying myself will be difficult. Especially if she continues to say my name. The door closes softly, and then Alice is leaning down, whispering in my ear. “Wake up, Toron.”

My body follows her command. My eyes shoot open, my hands wrap around her waist, and my claws retract so as not to hurt my small female. Alice squeals as I pull her closer to me, rolling over her like I did the last time she woke me from my sleep. This time, she relaxes more quickly, spreading her legs for me to lie between them. She gently rubs the back of my head as I stare down at her in admiration. I force my eyes to stay planted on her face this time, even as I grind myself into the mattress to relieve some of the aching in my cock. She is much too small for me to rub against her if I want to stare into her beautiful face, so the mattress will have to do.

“We need to go home.” Alice continues stroking the back of my head as she speaks, her eyes holding mine, waiting for me to say something, anything. I am too focused on how wonderful it feels to be touching my mate and for my mate to be touching me in return. “Toron, we need to know if you can make it home.”

A hiss escapes my lips, my cock spilling my seed against the bedding even though I very much wish for it not to. Alice’s body shakes, and I narrow my eyes at her. She is not even trying to hide her giggling. When the humans first arrived, we thought making them laugh was the best thing, but we are learning that sometimes they laugh at us. The sound is still very pleasing, but I know she is mocking me for spilling my seed on the bed instead of in her.

The beastly part of me, the part I am trying very hard to keep control of right now, wants to crawl over her until I can sink my cock into her and release over and over, filling her womb with my seed. I want to hear the sounds she will make then because it will not be giggling and laughing at me.

“Not here.” I manage to bite the words between the growl bubbling in my chest. Alice gives me a confused look, but her smile remains.

“What not here?”

“I will not get you fat with my young here,” I snap. She is not scared of me even though I am being very harsh with my words. I do not mean for them to come out that way, but I might be a little more angry than I first assumed. “I will not do that here.”

Alice wiggles her little body underneath me, bringing attention to the way her tunic has risen over her hips and is slowly creeping up her abdomen. I cannot stop my eyes from darting down to look at where her dark curls press against the scale of my abdomen. I do not miss the feel of her wetness as she continues to wiggle underneath me. My teeth snap together, grinding against one another until I am certain I might actually break one of them. I snarl, looking back up at my mate and the knowing smile she gives me.

“Let’s go home, Toron.”

My eyes narrow, my cock twitches, and Alice gives me a cute little smile as though she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Where is the shy mate who was scared of me and thought I was a monster?” I grumble under my breath, pushing away from the bed, knowing the longer I am on top of her, the more likely I am to want to take her in this bed when I should be taking her somewhere safe and secure where there are no bad memories.

“I’ve never been scared of you,” Alice sounds almost offended when I say it. The objection causes me to tilt my head to the side, returning the quizzical look she’s giving me.

She is still splayed out on the bed, though her legs are slowly closing, removing the sight of what’s underneath her dark curls from me. A part of me wants to reach down and spread her again so I can just stare at her, but now is not the time for it. Still, I move my hands to her thighs, telling myself I just want to touch, just for a moment. I won’t do anything else. I just want to feel my mate’s soft thighs in my palms. When she doesn’t pull away, I look at her face, to where she’s watching me, her cheeks bright red.

“What are you doing?”

My fingers flex against her thighs, squeezing handfuls that have me wanting so much more. I move higher, closer to the apex of her thighs, my fingers so close to her curls I could glide between them and feel her wetness for myself. “Just touching. Nothing else, just touching.”

“Touching where?” Alice’s breath catches in her throat, the pink in her cheeks darkening, radiating down her neck and underneath the tunic. I want to pull it from her body, see if the pink is across her chest as well, if her nipples have formed stiff peaks.

I do none of these things. I just squeeze her thighs, reminding myself I am not going to spread her open. I am not going to push her thighs apart and admire what lies between them. I tell myself this over and over again as I push her legs apart and growl when I see just how slick my little mate is for me.

“Can I touch you here?” My eyes flash up to Alice staring at me.

I kneel down at some point, pulling her close to the edge of the bed and bringing her sex closer to my face. She’s so close I could taste how sweet she is if I just flick my tongue out. Alice swallows hard, the movement bringing my attention to the dark ring of bruises around her neck. It snaps me out of my need to be close to her, inside of her. My eyes go wide as I scramble backward.

“Not here. Not in this place. I am sorry.”

“Hey.” Alice rolls from the bed, crawling over to me on the floor where I’m now sitting. I have my face in my hands, trying to rub away the fury I am feeling under my scales about not being able to stop her from being hurt. “What happened? First, you think I’m scared of you, and then you run off?”

“You said you were scared of me.” The words are sharp as I say them, meant to tell her I no longer think she is scared of me, but they come across as more of a challenge than anything else.

“And I said I wasn’t,” Alice shoots back at me. The same ferocious female who held a knife up at me in the protection of the young she thought I might attack is still very much inside this small female.

“You were,” I counter, knowing I sound childish, but I will argue with her about this. “I heard you speaking with Ralleth’s mate. You called me a monster.”

I know I have won whatever this is because Alice’s mouth opens and closes many times. Her furry little brows pinch together, and her face turns bright pink. Yes, she knows I have now won. With this victory, I feel absolutely nothing other than slightly smug and very angry still because my cock still very much wants to be buried deep inside my little human’s body. Alice finally comes up with her retort, much too late, in my opinion, but it surprises me very much when it is just her throwing her head back and laughing very, very loudly.

“What?” I snarl, my hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her from the bed and into my lap. I pinch her cheeks and tilt her face up to mine so I can watch her closely as she explains to me why she is laughing so much now. I know it cannot be at me because I was just victorious. If anything, I would expect her to cry since it is what she enjoyed doing so much when we were in the tribe. “Why are you laughing?”

Alice laughs some more. This time a snort leaves her and has her laughing renewed. It is so much that even I am smiling, though I know this will all probably be at my own expense. It is hard to care about that when she makes such pleasurable sounds of joy.

“You look like a monster,” Alice says, her fingers tracing the outline of my bandages before dipping lower and lower down my chest.

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