Page 20 of Their Human to Entice

“I mean, just tell the others she’s interested in playing with them.” Olivia shrugs. “I’m pretty sure Kendra doesn’t even proposition them anymore. They just show up.”

“Olivia’s mate!” Deja stands from the table and waves down Ralleth.

He’s been talking with some of the other demons since Olivia shooed him away when we all started sewing so we could have girl time instead of girl time with mates watching and touching some of the women. As soon as he’s called over, though, he excuses himself from the group he’s talking with and moves over to us.

Olivia stands from her seat, keeping her fabric in her hands as she finishes one of the hems of a pair of shorts. Ralleth takes her seat and then wraps his arm around her waist to pull her into his lap.

“What is it my creature’s sisters need?” Ralleth asks, not being remotely sneaky about pushing his hands up underneath Olivia’s tunic and grabbing high on her thigh. She flushes again but makes no move to get him to stop. He lowers his head to admire her work, completely forgetting he just asked us a question. “You are to wear these?”

“That’s the plan,” Olivia says, holding the shorts up so he can see them better.

Ralleth’s eyes narrow on the shorts like they’ve wronged him in some way. “They will make you less accessible?”

“Again, that’s the plan,” Olivia laughs as she leans back against him and stares up into his eyes.

“You are cruel.” Ralleth shakes his head, finally returning his attention to the rest of us. “What is it you need?”

“We need you to gather up the males that can woo Nia,” Deja says, wiggling her eyebrows in excitement.

I might be more embarrassed if I hadn’t already resigned myself to this being my life. I told Vex I was fine with mating anyone who’d take me when I came to this planet. I knew all of my friends were here and happy, so why couldn’t I be? The fact that no one except for an already mated male offered to mate me wasn’t part of the plan. In fact, I was kind of hoping I’d end up with someone who couldn’t get enough of me and wanted me as soon as possible.

I feel like I’ve been blue-balled at this point. I mean, I have yet to be pursued when I was promised very horny males. It’s been so long since I’ve been laid. I’ll take anything at this point, so long as it’s a living male who’s excited to be with me.

“Oh, that is easy enough,” Ralleth says, craning his neck around to see who all is in the dining hall.

Some of the demons are off working on their respective hobbies or jobs, but most of them spend much of the day in the dining hall, where everyone talks and hangs out. Deja’s told me that she’s more than happy to go somewhere more private, but I like having everyone around to hang out with. It makes it feel like we’re all living in one giant family instead of everyone doing their own thing. Plus, if I need alone time, my house is away from everyone else except for Lyath and Beren, and I’m pretty sure they’d give me alone time if I needed it.

“If any brother is interested in wooing a mated human female, you may speak with my mate,” Ralleth announces to the whole room.

Heads snap in his direction, and all talking ceases. It’s eerily quiet, and it takes everything in me not to bust out laughing. When I look over at Deja, she’s holding a hand over her mouth. Her other hand is held up in the air in front of her as if to tell me not to say a damn word or she’s going to lose it.

“My Ralleth.” Olivia’s flushed face pales in an instant as she stands on his lap to fix his error. “You may speak with me about wooing my sister, not me. I do not want to be wooed.”

“What?” Ralleth’s eyes go wide, and they flicker to red as he wraps an arm around Olivia’s waist, standing and holding her close to him like someone might come and snatch her away from him. “My mate.” He snaps at the others like anyone thought there was a real possibility he was talking about Olivia when he made his announcement.

The others were stunned into silence because they couldn’t think of why he’d be saying something like that. He doesn’t give any of them a chance to reassure him, though, before he throws Olivia over his shoulder and carries her down the hall to their bedroom.

“Well, that went about as well as I imagined it would.” Deja finally lets her laugh free when Ralleth and Olivia are gone.

Most of the others watch us from where they’re seated, but no one comes to speak with us. No, Ralleth and Olivia both said they needed to speak with Olivia about wooing a mated female, which means they’re all going to wait until she’s back out here so they can get her permission. Weird tribal laws, but I’d take those over no laws at all.

“Do you think anyone will take you up on your offer?” Diane asks, holding up a perfectly sewn pair of shorts that make me envious of how she’s picked up hand sewing much faster than the rest of us.

She stands from the table and shimmies the shorts up her legs and over her hips before tightening the strings that make the front clasps. She lifts her tunic, showing them off to all of us. When she looks up, she smiles at her mate, who’s walking over to us. “Don’t worry, Almaac. I’m not the female wanting to be wooed.”

“I would hope not,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tunic up so he can see her shorts. His lips pull down into a frown, his brows pulling together. Then, he’s on his knees, pulling his mate closer to him as he examines her shorts. “These are inconvenient for me.”

“But they’re comfortable for me,” Diane says, leaning into his touch.

“Fine, but not in the house,” Almaac says before looking up at the rest of us. “Beren’s mate, you are the one asking for males to woo you?”

“I just want some companionship,” I answer, trying not to let my embarrassment show. I want what everyone else here wants. It just sucks that I can’t have everything like they can.

“Does your mate know?” Almaac asks, his hand moving down Diane’s body until he’s holding her thighs and scooping her up into his arms. She lets out a squeal, her face turning pink as he holds her close to his chest, and she wraps her legs around his abdomen.

I answer his question with a shrug because I don’t really know how to answer. No, I haven’t spoken with Beren about it, but it’s really none of his business since it’s not like he wants a real relationship with me. If he were actually my mate in all the ways some women are mated to the demons, then I’d ask his permission. Seeing as we’re glorified roommates, I don’t think it’s particularly necessary that I ask him before trying to get into an alien’s pants.

Almaac shakes his head at my answer but then focuses all his attention on his mate. “I want to take you home. It is late.”

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