Page 25 of Their Human to Entice

“Are you willing to admit to your mate that you are needing cock?” Beren asks Nia again, this time releasing her cheeks so she may speak using full words instead of sounds of pleasure keening from the back of her throat.

She stares at him with a mixture of lust and rage. It is a look I have seen many times on Beren’s face. It makes my heart flutter because I am almost certain Beren’s new mate will enjoy playing with me as Beren does. I do not know how Beren will feel about that, though. He enjoys being the one to punish and control. I do not think he would give up that power so easily, especially not to his other mate. Then again, when I look over at him, I can see a curiosity and glee in his eyes that makes me think he will find her very entertaining.

“We go back to the great hall then,” Beren says.

He releases my cock, letting it hang in the air, bobbing and desperate for just a few more strokes. I screw my face up tight, whimpering as the feel of my release taunts me just on the edge. This is nothing new. If there is one thing Beren loves more than anything, it is the way he teases me by keeping me close to release and commanding me not to find my pleasure.

“Wait, what?” Nia does not seem to keep up with Beren’s requests as quickly as I do, but that is okay. She will learn.

Beren already has his back to us, waiting for us to join his side before walking back to the great hall. I tuck my cock back into my pants before grabbing Nia’s hand. She is still confused about what is happening and why our mate is not praising us with the best of pleasures.

Well, the answer is very simple, and it is because she has not asked it of him. She thinks to ask others to bring her pleasure when she should already know that the only one allowed to bring either of us pleasure is Beren.

“Come, we have much to do today, and we are already behind,” I say with a smile.

Yes, my cock is straining in my pants, and I wish to wrap my hand around myself and find release. What I enjoy more than that, or maybe what heightens the pleasure I feel when I finally do release, is following Beren’s commands. Doing what he says makes all of my pleasure so much more intense and pleasurable. It does not hurt when, after he has treated me especially cruelly, he holds me and says the sweetest things. Yes, those are things I enjoy very much.

“Wait, I thought…” Nia lets her words trail off as Beren wraps his arm around my shoulder and offers his other arm to her.

She has rejected his touch every single day since she has been here, and I think we both expect her to do it again. Instead, she seems more confused by her own thoughts and what just happened, so she does not pull away when Beren places a hand on her far shoulder. Even better, she steps closer to him, letting him hold her close to his side before we continue our journey back to the great hall.

Nia looks up at him with narrowed eyes every few steps. I offer her sweet smiles, but Beren ignores both of us. He is probably too close to forcing me against a wall and taking me roughly. I know he lost himself last night for a brief moment when Nia told him that she knew he did not want her. That is the furthest thing from the truth, but for some reason, she is not ready to accept that yet.

“We are already running behind,” Beren says when we get to the front doors of the great hall. He removes his arms from around our shoulders at once like he does not want one of us to think he would keep his arm on the other for longer than the other. I know he cares for me just as much as he will care for Nia, but she may not. “Lyath and I will eat with you this morning.”

“Oh, very good, very good,” I say, taking Nia’s hand in mine.

Beren has had no issues with me touching his other mate so long as my touches do not stray to other parts of her body, parts that are his. Not that I would do that when we still have not heard from Nia’s own lips that she wishes for us in those ways. No, I hold her hand and feel a flutter in my chest when she squeezes her small fingers between mine.

Beren opens the door and ushers us inside much like he does every morning, but this morning is different because as soon as we are inside, he positions himself between us again. I do not untangle my fingers from Nia’s. If she minds, she does not show it.

So that is how we enter the great hall and see all of our brothers this morning. Beren with his arms around our shoulders, holding us possessively like he enjoys doing, and Nia and I holding hands behind his back.

I know what the others will think, and so does Beren. We do not care much for their thoughts, especially since they all know Beren wants to woo Nia when she allows him to. That is why none of them have bothered her. He has gone to each of them to warn them that if they even think of wooing or pursuing his mate, sealing will be the least of their worries.

“Sit, I’ll grab us food,” Beren says as he pulls out a chair for me and then one for Nia.

She narrows her eyes at the chair like it has done something to her before sitting in it slowly and watching Beren like this is all some joke. I wish she would tell us what she is thinking because it is difficult to know what a human female has going on in her mind. Especially since her face makes it seem as though she is unhappy. I know when Beren does things for me, I am very happy. Maybe Nia enjoys doing things for herself.

As soon as Beren is out of earshot, Nia leans toward me. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“What just happened out there? What was that?”

I try to keep my smile from growing even more but it is difficult when Beren’s mate is asking me such entertaining questions. A part of me wants to know how many times I can get her to ask the same thing without going into more detail. Is it the idea of having to talk about cock that embarrasses her? Toron’s mate cried when I brought up his cock once, so maybe Nia is the same. Although that makes things not nearly as fun.

“I do not think I understand,” I say, testing my luck with one more ignorant comment to see if she will ask again.

I am blessed when her eyes flare with a fire of irritation. Yes, she most definitely will enjoy being mated to my mate I think. I know I will enjoy getting to make her look like this often, and Beren will enjoy being with her when she is angry. At least, I think he will because he enjoys making love when he is angry. Surely, both parties being angry will make it even better for him.

“Do you have to ask him for permission to come?” Nia’s question catches me so off guard I have to will my cock not to release on the spot.

I thought she was going to be embarrassed about having to even say the word cock, but now she is asking questions about what Beren and I do in the bedroom as though she is a part of it. We wish she were, but she has not made that known.

I wish to answer her question by telling her Beren has already told her he is bossy, so of course, I do not release until he allows it. I could also tell her that I enjoy very much being teased in a way that only a mate can do. These are not things for me to say to her just yet. Maybe soon when she has asked Beren for his cock to help sate her female needs.

“Beren does not like others asking me about our lovemaking,” I tell her, amusement lacing my words because I cannot keep them out. “Maybe ask him what he enjoys doing to me, and he will tell you.” I pause, knowing my next words could be terrible if she takes them the wrong way, but I am almost certain she is meant to be the perfect female for my mate. “Maybe he will let you do it, too.”

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