Page 18 of His Human Librarian

While I eat, I tap on my tablet and answer some messages. I'm about to send a long explanation about how I behaved improperly when I first arrived, but I don't hit send and wait. I should probably look at it one more time before I send it out.

Finally, I finish my breakfast. Roda reenters and I ask her where Sten is at this time of day.

She looks around. “Well, he ate a long time ago. Sten is usually the first awake and he likes to go out for a ride and check on the grounds before anyone else. Then he returns and gets dressed for the day and goes back out again to work with Tilden. After lunch he’ll usually end up in his office here at the main house.”

“Well, I need to talk to him which is difficult because I don't…” I point at my tablet. “I don't have any way to contact himdirectly. Could you please let him know when you see him that I'm going to go out to and find the shed he was talking about. You wouldn't happen to have any idea where that is?”

Roda shakes her head. “There are many sheds on the property, but I'm thinking it might be one in the back of the house, behind the formal garden. There is a pathway out there that eventually leads toward a series of guest cabins as well as a remote shed. Good luck, human. I'll let him know where you went.”

I shrugon my backpack that holds a few supplies and a light jacket that may or may not be necessary and leave the small dining room. My hair is in a ponytail now and it really does feel strange to be walking around with so much skin exposed in this tube top. Normally I hate my upper arms because they are too thick and I never wear anything sleeveless. But even Roda was wearing a tube top on Tarvos. I’m certain this is because it’s basically a paradise. I checked the weather again and its again utter perfection, not too hot or cold with a light breeze.

The hallways and front rooms are again quiet. Nothing but the distant beep of a bot or the chime of a wall clock, which seems a little sad. This really is a house meant to be filled by a large family. And I feel jealous of that future family because this would be a wonderful place to live.

I walk out the back doors of a charming living area and find a garden with a fire pit. On the back edge of this open space there is a path leading into dense vegetation, in the general direction that Roda gestured, so I go that way.

I end up following a trail and smile at the colorful birds overhead and the winged insects buzzing past that I hope are harmless. Meanwhile, the suns are rising and the sky overhead isstreaked with glorious pink and orange clouds. Birds chirp, and I inhale the crisp, perfumed air.

I should march directly to the shed, because I need to set up my equipment and get started but I hear a soothing, gentle noise that sounds very much like a bubbling waterfall. Intrigued, I take a secondary path to check out this natural wonder. And this is when I stumble upon an outdoor shower.

I had no idea.

Water runs over red skin and I'm rooted in my spot. Someone is using this shower. I should yell out words of apology or slink away hoping this being doesn’t even notice me. Something. Except I do none of those things and instead stand and stare quietly because I'm in awe.

At first glance, it's a Hyrrokin I need to avoid because I’m invading this being’s privacy. I’m starting to get a visual of someone’s private parts and realize this is a naked male. And then I see his face and its Sten.

Sten is naked.

Maybe I’m stuck because I knew all along this was Sten Sandstone? And it’s already been established that my brain and hormones do not work correctly when I’m near this male.

That is obviously when I should leave in order to respect his privacy and lack of consent for anyone seeing him naked in this moment, except I don't. My eyes travel downwards, because I need to see all this glorious male. There's his tail flashing, there's his chest and then I see the rest of him.

He turns to face me, and water is sluicing down his magnificent chest and between his thick muscular legs.

I get an epic view of his cock at rest.

I blink, twice, three times.

My whole body immediately heats up. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve also never experienced sex that was so good I wanted to go back for more. There was a short-term Gravian boyfriend whomI thought might be the one for a minute there, but that was also disappointing. None of my boyfriends knew the importance of the clitoris. Sad.

And none of them were hung like Sten Sandstone.

I swallow, rooted in place, still staring at his thick, long, red cock. It’s very similar to a human or Gravian male’s, but bigger than either and the skin color is as red as the rest of his muscular body.

“Taylor, what are you doing?” a deep voice gently questions.

Chapter 7

Sten

Taylor’s gaze flicks back up to my face and her cheeks turn pink. Blue eyes look bright and watery. She bites her lip and stands her ground. “I…I apologize. I didn’t mean…”

I turn off the water and grab for my towel. For some reason I’m not quick to wrap it around my hips and turn from her gaze. In fact, my cock thickens under the heat of her stare, and I don’t mind her perusal of what I have to offer. I feel I am silently giving her permission to study my Hyrrokin physique.

I’m not pleasure mating this female.

She’s here on Tarvos briefly and is not someone who could want to be my bound. What if I mate with her and discover she’s the one I want as my bound and then I can’t keep her?

Pleasure mating with females while I was younger and away at university was good times. There were a few I thought would become more, but they never went further and always ended, usually with the female leaving me for someone else. I live in the wildlands, far from intergalactic trade and transport and vacationing species. Thus, it was difficult to find females who wanted to pursue anything that might lead further than a flirtatious flame from across the room. None of them wanted tobe tied for a lifetime with a male who lived “in the middle of nowhere.”

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