Page 5 of Their Human to Entice

“Lyath,” Beren says it like he is exasperated with me, but I am beginning to become exasperated with him.

“Beren.” I roll my eyes as I say his name. He shoots me another look, but I just push at his chest until he is lying on his back. I crawl over him, lying between his legs and lying my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around my back, holding me close to him. “You worry too much.”

“Only about you,” he concedes.

“Worry more about convincing the others we should get a female.”

Beren hisses at the idea but doesn’t counter with anything. No, he holds me tightly as our breathing softens and our bodies relax.

“I’ll speak with Ralleth after the next female comes,” Beren says after long moments of silence. I’m not surprised he wants to be the one to ask. “There is no need to stress him out more than he already is.”

“Very well,” I mumble, “So long as you continue to make love to me, I could not care less about who else you invite into our bed.”

“You are too good to me,” Beren sighs. I shake my head against his chest, not having the energy to argue with him right now over how he is most definitely too good for me.

3

Beren

The dining hall has a very odd feel to it today. Yes, it is time for the next human female to come, which is always a happy time in our tribe. However, this happiness is dampened by one of the human females being taken by others and another on her way to the nearest tribe to talk with them about humans coming to our planet. All of it has us on edge.

Instead of enjoying the fact that a new female will be here at any moment, we are all awkwardly sitting around one another, barely speaking, unsure if we are allowed to find joy right now when so much has gone wrong recently.

Lyath does not seem to mind the awkward tension in the air. Why would he when he knows I will do everything in my power to make sure he is safe in all ways all of the time?

Maybe I should be annoyed that he is able to smile at me and eat like nothing is wrong, but instead, it makes me puff my chest in pride. My mate is so willing to stay relaxed when he is near me, so eager to find joy in all things because he is with me.

Yes, I am the luckiest of males, and yet I cannot shake the need for a female. Lyath, the wonderful mate that he is, accepts this part of me and accepts how I will be greedy and possessive. He does not shy away from it. No, he teases me relentlessly, and it only makes me even more sure that we are meant to have a female. I will do everything in my power to make sure Ralleth allows us the opportunity to woo one.

I scan the dining room, hoping the next female will appear soon so that Lyath and I can return to our room. This female will not be for us. I have yet to speak with Ralleth, and no one here knows that we wish to share a female. The only one we have spoken about it with is Toron, and he is off searching for his mate, who was taken from the tribe in the night.

Panic slides down my spine when I see Dath and Yril both tensing in their seats. Their red eyes look toward the great hall doors, and their claws shoot out. It is clear to me, and anyone else watching them, that something has happened with Toron, the third chosen warrior.

Yril is still healing from the punishments he received for attacking the other brothers when he found out males from another tribe had taken his sister in the middle of the night. He did not attack Lyath or me, which is good. If he had hurt my mate, I do not know if I would have been happy with the punishment Ralleth gave him.

My muscles tense as I push away from the table, only enough to give myself space to get up and protect Lyath if needed. He is not a weak male, but he is unaware. Even when I am narrowing my eyes and trying to get a better read on what is going on between Dath and Yril, Lyath is happily eating his food.

Dath whispers something to his mate before standing, letting her take his seat, and then running through the great hall until he is outside. Everyone has noticed at this point, and thankfully, Yril does not keep the news to himself.

“Toron tugged on the tether,” Yril announces to all of us. “We are almost certain he has found his mate. The tugging is not as desperate as it has been when he’s accidentally tugged on it these last few days.”

Chatter immediately erupts among the brothers, and not a panicked sound filled with negativity and despair. No, we are all very much thinking that Toron has found his mate. We can only hope and pray to the goddess that she would not be cruel to our brother, and soon, we will all know for certain whether he found her or not.

Lyath looks at me with a smile on his face. Yes, we very much think Toron will have found his mate. He is much too stubborn to have not found her, even if he was slowly losing himself to bloodlust.

We attempted to aid him in the wooing of his female when she was still in the tribe. Not that Lyath and I were much help. I was not because I did not try to help at all, and Lyath because he made Alice cry in front of everyone just by mentioning Toron’s cock.

Even thinking about my mate mentioning someone else’s cock has me debating if I should take him back to our bedroom. If we leave now, the others will still be too interested in the arrival of the new human to bother us.

The chatter ceases when a soft white light begins to glow behind the partition. The portal that brings human females to our world is open. Olivia, the first human female to come to our world, is already on the other side, waiting for the newest female with a tunic.

The humans all come to us bare and confused, and it is up to their sisters to get them acquainted with their new home. Some of the females have been excited to be here and mate with us. Others take a little more time. I hope that whichever female Lyath and I get to woo will be a female who very much wants to be here. It is not as fun to chase someone who cries and overthinks our advances. At least, I do not think it would be fun. Lyath has always been easy, and I assume anyone else we bring into our bond will be just as easy.

“What the fuck?” Olivia’s voice is more angry than anything else, and it causes all of us to turn our attention to our tribal leader, her mate. “Ralleth!”

He is out of his seat and running to his mate with red eyes in an instant. The rest of us are standing from our seats as well, ready to help in any way. To our surprise, Ralleth is met by another human-looking creature walking out from behind the partition before he can get there.

The creature looks like our human females in that they are smaller than us, have soft-looking skin, and have light hair on top of their head, but they have come to our tribe fully clothed in materials I have never seen before. This human has us all feeling a little on edge, especially when they walk toward Ralleth like they are more powerful than our leader.

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