Page 4 of Their Human to Entice

“I feel wonderful,” I can still feel where my mate pressed himself inside me, where he gripped me, and where his teeth bruised my shoulder.

Beren’s eyes lower to the bruises starting to darken my shoulder, and he smiles to himself. He has never pierced my scales to mark me as his, but he does enjoy pressing them against me until I am bearing his mark in the form of dark bruises. The ones on my other shoulder are almost faded, and I know this is why he added new ones tonight.

“Good, good.” Beren nods a few times, his horns softly tapping against mine as he does.

I know my mate. I know he has many more things on his mind than just my feelings. Well, they all probably have to do with my feelings because he thinks so often of me. Right now, he is worried about my feelings in some way, and if I had to guess, it would be his desire for a human female. It is like he cannot help himself and his compulsion to try to do everything in his power to attain one for us. I fear that he worries I will not be excited to have a human female as much as him, and that is what keeps him from talking with me about her.

“I will speak with Ralleth and his mate tomorrow,” I tell Beren. His eyes widen in worry, but I silence his argument that he has yet to voice by speaking. “We both want a female. We should ask before we find one that we cannot keep ourselves away from. It will only be made more awkward if we want a female, and no one knows except for us.”

“I do not want to force someone else into our bond,” Beren says, his eyes lowering.

Does he think I think him less of a mate because he wishes to add someone else to our relationship?

“You pretend like you are the only one to wish for a human female to make love to.”

Beren’s eyes flash red as he snaps them up to mine. He has one of my horns in his hand, pinning me to the mattress with his body on top of mine before I can even register that he does not like what I said. He hisses in my face, his cock rubbing against my pocket until I am hardening for him. I open my legs, giving his body space to lie between them. I am not too sure I could take my mate again tonight, and the cleanup would be annoying, but if he needs me, I am always more than willing.

“I make love to you.” He grabs one of my thighs and pulls it up the length of his body, tilting my hips and giving him easier access to my backside. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the skin of oil we have to help lubricate him when we make love. It seems he will have to clean me yet again since he is now possessive and angry.

“No one else touches you,” Beren growls as he pours oil onto his cock, watching my face as he fists himself and coats his length. “You are mine.”

My eyes are hooded when I feel him begin to sink into my already sore ass. I will be walking funny tomorrow, but that means I will not have to help him clean the house like he so badly wants to do. I make a terrible decision as I let my claws drag down his back. One that will no doubt have Beren punishing me in the way he makes love to me. It is worth it, though. I enjoy it when my mate is rough and when he feels a need to put and keep me in my place.

“So I cannot put my cock in the human female we mate?” I ask.

Beren growls low and threatening as he pushes himself completely inside of me. He was being slow, and now? Now, he is making sure I know I have asked a terribly foolish question.

“You are mine to put my cock in,” Beren snaps. His tongue flicks across my lips as he thrusts into me harder, making my cock twitch against my abdomen with each brutal intrusion. “She will be mine to put my cock in. You are my mate. She will be my mate.”

“Greedy,” I groan and reach for my cock to fist it.

“Yes, I am a greedy male. I want you, and I want another, and I want to only share you with each other when I allow it.”

“Two mates to play with like toys.” I would be laughing at him and his ridiculous possessiveness if not for how hard he is thrusting and the grip I have on myself.

Beren’s eyes track down my body, noticing how I am pleasuring myself. He shoos me away, taking my cock in his hand and pumping me in rhythm with his thrusts. I do not mind not having to do any work at all. Instead, I get to continue to goad my mate.

“You will let me lick your mate’s pussy?”

He hisses and narrows his eyes on me, giving my cock a tight squeeze enough to have pain heightening my pleasure.

“Maybe you will allow her to put my cock in her mouth.”

Beren’s eyes close, and his movements become more erratic. I know exactly the perfect thing to say to him to have him spilling himself inside of me.

“Maybe you make love to her, and I enjoy her mouth. Imagine such a soft female pleasuring both of us, finding her release on you while her cries of passion are muffled on me.”

“Lyath,” Beren growls my name right as his cock twitches inside of me. I would be smiling if not for the pleasure that erupts in my body and has me spilling my seed on my abdomen and in Beren’s hand.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are the crackling of the fire, our labored breathing, and the beating of my heart as it tries to settle. When our pleasure has faded, Beren is the first to move.

“Stay put. I will clean you,” Beren says as he pushes away from me. He tosses the blanket to the end of the bed, leaving me completely bare on the bed. For how much Beren takes into account my feelings, protecting me, and keeping me safe, he does not take much consideration into how it feels to be left a mess like this. Not that he leaves me like this for long before he is wiping my seed off me and handing me a skin of water to drink.

“Lyath,” Beren says my name like a prayer, and it causes a wave of worry to crash into me. Beren is normally very sure of himself, very sure of everything he wishes for us to be and do. He places one of his hands on my chest, where my beating is strong, in an attempt to comfort and calm me. Of course it works, Beren is everything a male could ever need to feel safe and comforted. “If we were to take a female, I would want to be her mate.”

“Yes.” I nod, not understanding why he thinks this would be an issue. “You are a greedy male. We just went over this.”

Beren shoots me a narrowed gaze, his claws dragging against my scales in a warning that has all my worries fading. My mate is fine. He is worrying about nothing important. If there is a female willing to be shared between two males who enjoy each other, she will also be fine with being only Beren’s mate. She will grow accustomed to his territorial ways, his possessiveness, but also his adoration and care. I do not care that the female will not be my mate because she will make Beren the happiest of males, which in turn will make me even happier than him.

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