Page 23 of Their Human to Entice

My nose soul, as the demons call it, is the way their pheromones can affect some of the human women. All of the women in the tribe react strongly to the males they’re mated to, but none of us thought I’d respond to Beren at all since this is more a mating of convenience than anything else. I groan as I press my nose against the area between his pecs and take another deep breath.

“You are getting yourself worked up,” Beren scolds me as he stops moving.

I look up, scared that I’ve done something wrong. I mean, I definitely have, but I don’t need him getting me in trouble when I’m all worked up like this. No, what I need is a good hard fucking, but the look on Beren’s face tells me I’m not getting that, no matter how badly I want it.

“Take her.”

I’m passed into Lyath’s arms and try to nuzzle my face close to his chest, too, but it doesn’t seem to give me the same high that Beren’s does.

“I am not your mate,” Lyath chuckles as we begin moving again. “You may touch my body as you did Beren’s, though. I think I would enjoy it very much.”

“No,” Beren snaps behind him. I whimper, but it only has Lyath laughing even more.

“He will enjoy that sound,” Lyath whispers to me when Beren turns back forward and keeps moving through the trees. “Whimpers, whines, and cries—yes, these are all his favorite things. You will see.”

“Lyath,” Beren snarls, his eyes red when we both look up to see him staring at us with his hands on his hips.

“I am telling her of her mate,” Lyath says, feeling the need to defend himself.

I’m not helping anything by letting my fingers dance over each exposed scale I can get my hands on. I shift around in his hold until I can wrap my legs around him. I’m trying my hardest to grind against him. Not that I can get enough friction between his tunic and the shorts I’m wearing.

I move my arms around his neck to pull me higher as I place kisses against his neck, shoulders, and collarbones. Beren must be enjoying the show because, for a short while, he allows me to enjoy Lyath’s body. Once he’s done watching, he wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me off of Lyath’s scales.

“Lyath is my good mate.” Beren’s eyes are red, but his voice is even and calm. It shouldn’t be turning me on so much that he looks pissed off but is speaking to me like this is a normal interaction. “You are not a good mate, are you?”

“What do I need to be to get fucked?” My voice is a breathy moan as I ask.

Lyath chokes back an amused sound as Beren shoots him an angry glare. It’s not until Beren settles his gaze back on me that I realize I’m not getting fucked tonight. No, I’m not getting fucked, and I might have ruined everything.

I still haven’t asked them if they even want me. For all I know, Beren hates that his pheromones affect me. Maybe they’ve both just been placating me until they can get me in my room so they don’t have to deal with me and my horny ass anymore. Yeah, that has to be it. Beren releases my neck, turns back around, and stomps his way back to the house with Lyath keeping pace.

My hands continue their movements all over Lyath’s body and up to his face. I trace over his lips and giggle when he flicks his tongue out at them when I ghost over his upper lip. I wrap my arms around his neck, tucking my head into the crook, and smile my biggest smile since I’ve been here.

None of this is real. I know it deep down inside myself, but right now, when Lyath is teasing and playful, I can pretend that I’m actually wanted. I don’t want to give this moment up, even if it’s fake.

“Lyath,” Beren’s voice is dark when he calls for his other mate, and I giggle against his neck again.

“Both of your mates are happy,” Lyath says, a hint of amusement in his tone.

I push away from him enough that I can look around. When my eyes land on Beren’s, I can see his eyes have shifted back to black.

“You are happy?” Beren asks, as though Lyath didn’t just tell him exactly that.

“I know it’s fake, Beren,” I say as I wiggle in Lyath’s grasp. I’m still turned on, but it’s simmered enough that I’m not going to be dry-humping anyone for a while. “You didn’t know I’d react to you in that way. I’m sorry if I made either of you uncomfortable. I’m working on getting someone to sleep with me, but your brothers are being difficult.”

Beren’s eyes turn red, and this time, when he comes for me, Lyath steps in front of me and grabs Beren by the shoulders to hold him back.

“It is time for you to go to bed, Beren’s mate,” Lyath says to me over his shoulder. “Now.”

Beren’s hands flex and curl at his side, his lips pull back in a snarl, and his red eyes bore into me like they could kill me with just a look. I don’t know how I pissed him off so badly with just a few words, but if my rubbing on them didn’t get him this mad, then I’ve definitely done it now. So much for things not being awkward with the roommates.

I listen to Lyath and retreat into my room. I crawl into bed, knowing it’s a bit too early for me to fall asleep, but I can just overthink things in my head for a little while. Well, the plan is to overthink things silently until I hear what sounds like a fight happening in the room next to mine.

I’m not stupid, and I’m definitely still a bit horny, so I strain my ears and hope that I’ll be able to hear everything that they’re doing. Yes, it’s creepy and a little voyeuristic, but they both know I’m here. They both know I’m all kinds of wound up, and they both know I have the hots for both of them. Really it’s only natural for me to put my hands between my legs and come to the sounds of them fucking.

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Lyath

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