Page 30 of Orange Town
Where is that food?
As if summoned, the server appeared with two plates of steaming grub. Then placed two mugs of kroot on the table. I noticed that the server is stiff in his movement. He took care not to look up at me or at Brin. Good.
“Eat.”
But the female kept looking at her plate. It irritated me a bit when she looked at Roqs who was busily tearing into his food. The fowl is good, everything else is fodder for the stomach.
“It’s gwood,” Roqs said with his mouth full.
She poked her tiny finger into the fowl as if checking if it’s still alive. Then she took the bowl of soup and sipped. After some time, I realized that she’s not touching the fowl which is more essential than the soup she’s eating. She needs her strength if she wants to live.
Irritated, I picked up the leg and began to tear it to tiny biteable pieces.
Sure enough, Roqs choked on his food.
“Wha - wha -”
I tried hard not to smirk at him. I tried not to look at him. This is not normal for me. Feeding another person is sacred to Manasties. We only do this to children, to our mates.
She looked like a child to me. Defenseless. She needs to eat.
Roqs' face reminds me I am so full of shit.
“Is it safe enough to eat?”
I wonder why her voice gives me a hard on. Shifting in my seat, unknowingly I was crowding her space. She looked at me once and took one piece of the meat, took it to her mouth. She chewed slowly. I followed the movement of her neck as she gulped all the way to her breast that is covered by her shirt. She seemed to like it and took more of the meat. But my eye wandered down again to her breast. I can clearly see her mounds from my angle. I remembered the feel of her breasts against my chest.
When she angled away from me a bit, I looked at her and saw that her face was a bit red again. I’m beginning to realize that it’s her way of being shy instead of an angry face. I realized that I was purring!
The fuck!
With a small growl, I shifted in my seat again so I would not see her enticing chest. I wanted to knock Roqs’ laughing face off. Normally I’m the one doing that since Roqs always finds himself in hilarious situations. I knew he does that sometimes to make me laugh and he’s proud he is the only one who can do that. Everyone knows I’m no one to mess with.
We continued to eat, Roqs telling me things from back home. We both know it’s not safe to talk about business with her. Talking on this side of the pub is safe. But we don’t know where her allegiance came from.
“Nax is complaining about his joints again,” Roqs said with a fondness in his voice. Nax is one of his fathers and everyone knows he is Roqs’ favorite. But of course, he can’t say that otherwise his other father Toqs will get mad and start shooting.
“Tell him to shoot himself so he stops complaining.” Yes, that’s how I normally solve a problem.
Chuckling, Roqs slurped his soup in one gulp and burped loudly. A sign to let the cook know that he appreciated his food. I noticed Brin is looking at him as if he has extra sets of tails.
“Well, he wanted to join me when I went on this journey.”
I snorted. I can just imagine the old man giving Roqs all sorts of troubles pleading to his son. The tribe, known for our brave warriors, does not know the word plead. But Nax gives a precise meaning to the word.
“What did he try to chop off this time?”
He glowered and mumbled, “My hair.”
Oh, his precious hair. His crowning glory. I looked at him like a lover. Unfortunately, everyone in the tribe knew very well that I like Roqs hair. Probably why the old man threatened to chop it off again. I like to have his longer hair running down my skin as he goes down on me. Or I will grip a handful of his hair as I ride him.
Yes, do that while he’s fucking Brin.
I stiffened and Roqs looked at me as if sensing danger. I signalled to him nothing was amiss. How can I explain to him that the beast is acting strange? Can't tell anyone it’s crazy otherwise it’s a death sentence.
I can smell Roqs arousal. We’d been away from each other for far too long. Five months is too long. When I began this journey four years ago, I thought the distance would make my beast realize that Roqs is our mate. But no, both our beasts treat each other with only fondness. Even now when this is the longest we’d been far from each other. I thought we'd ravage one another as soon as we met. But I only felt fear and need to see Brin when I realized she’s with him. I did not feel that manic desire to mate like our fathers did. Or like with other mates. There are many who die without finding their mates. Having a mate is a blessing. Unfortunately, it’s also one of the things required to become a true Alpha of a tribe. I could feel his restlessness and having a true mate is weighing heavily on his shoulder. We wished it was me. We make a great tribal pair of leaders. I have the brute and strength, the strongest in our tribe, while he is very cunning. However, I regret that I had to leave him when that tragedy happened to my fathers. I could not forgive the tribal council for the role they played in my fathers’ death.
Sensing my dark thoughts, I was not surprised when I felt Roqs’ tail on my calf, sliding up and down. But I was surprised when Brin stopped eating and looked at me with those eyes. As if she can sense me.
