Page 11 of His Human to Learn

I take slow steps toward the small group of females. Many of them have moved closer to their mates as the alcohol begins to make them freer in their affections, just as Beren said it would. Tori's face is flushed before I am even near, and for once, I do not think it is just my eyes on her that have her looking so pink.

She walks to me before I can finish closing the distance between us, and then her hand is in the air, hitting me in the abdomen with an open palm that she rests against me. I am surprised, but even more so when she begins to slur her words. Even as she struggles over her words, she's trying hard enough that I can understand most of them.

"Did you know you could come talk to me this whole time?"She pouts and steps closer to me, her chin having to lift so she can peer up at me. I do not dare move my body, so I am stuck looking straight down. I am sure I am looking foolish, but any male would look foolish for his female.

"Beren told me." I don't move. I barely breathe, and then she narrows her eyes at me and steps closer. She is going to be the death of me in all of three beats in my chest.

"How do you feel?" I change the subject to think of something other than her warmth permeating through my tunic. The night makes it cooler, and we are away from the dying fire, so I am starting to chill.

"I feel good." She smiles up at me. Whatever she was narrowing her eyes about has passed. "I feel like I want to run my hands all over your body, maybe wiggle my hand into your pants, and stroke your cock until you're crying out my name."I keep a straight face as well as I can while she says her human words. If she presses her abdomen against me, she is going to feel my cock twitching in my pants as I release. "That's how I feel."

"It is good you feel good," I say through clenched teeth. "I am also feeling very good. Yes, very much so."

Tori giggles and then turns around, leaning on me for support as her back presses against me. It is not until she wraps her hands in mine and my arms around her that I understand what she wants. Once I do, I become the most accommodating male. I kneel behind her so she can be closer and wrap my arms around her waist before snuggling her into me.

"I like this," Tori says as her fingers skate over my scales. "I want this more."

"I do as well," I say, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to have her in my arms, especially when I am alone in my bed at night. It will be so much better when I can breathe her in and know she is mine. "I think about this often."

Tori turns her head to look at me from the corner of her eye. I think she might hide things from me in English again. Or try to hide them. I planned to tell her I was learning her language when she agreed to mate me. I thought she would like it. She has started to tell me arousing things in her language, though. She did it earlier, and now she is doing it again. I do not know how much I can keep my knowledge a secret when she has a very pleasant way of describing things she would like to do to me.

"Can we be alone?" Tori asks.

I think about her question for a long moment because I do not know if this is one of the things I should be careful about. She has not tried to seduce me yet. At least, she hasn't tried in my language, so she thinks she has not tried to seduce me. So long as I do not give in to making love with her, I should be fine, right?

"Where?" The word sounds rough as it comes from my throat, and I don't realize just how much she is physically affecting me until I hear my own voice.

"The river? Where I bathe?" Tori's voice is soft and luring.

It is unlike the other females, who are all still somewhat near being loud and laughing with their males and the other females. They are all having much fun, and I am sure my Tori is as well, but she is a much more subdued female with the alcohol. I think this means it will be easier to handle her advances, or she will pounce when I am comfortable. I will need to tread carefully until I know for certain how she acts.

"You will remain clothed, yes?" I ask, even though I am already standing and wrapping my arm over her shoulder to keep her close.

"If I don't, what will you do?" Tori says, more to herself than to me. "No naked. Not tonight."

"Good, you are making this easy for me, such a sweet female." I praise her softly as we move across the yard toward the fields.

I look around for Beren, Lyath, or Nia, but they are nowhere to be seen. A few of the other brothers watch me walking with Tori and narrow their eyes, but no one moves to stop us as we get further and further away from everyone else.

Yril and Dath are certainly watching because they want to give me a hard time for this. They are Toron's blood, and since I am also now Toron's blood, Yril and Dath treat me as they would one another, which is with much teasing, especially about females.

"Do you like me when I'm sweet?" Tori asks, snagging my attention back and keeping it.

"I like you however you choose to be, but I like you most when you choose to be with me." I try to keep my nerves steady as I say the words because this is the most I have ever shared my soul with someone, and I do not wish to make a fool of myself.

Tori stops walking and then moves in front of me, her hands pushing against my abdomen before wrapping around my waist. Her eyes are misty as she looks up at me, and I realize now what kind of female she is with the alcohol. I did not think she would cry.

"You mean that?" Tori asks, her hands flexing against my back as she tries to hold me tighter, her face burying into my tunic and staining it with the tears that have decided to form rivers down her face. She was not even a little weepy, and now she is sobbing against me.

"Of course I do," I say, kneeling on the ground for the second time tonight. She throws her arms around my neck, and then her whole body is in my arms, and I am cradling her close to me. "Do you think I do not like you?"

"I know you do." She sniffles, but then even more tears somehow manage to dampen the crook of my neck. Her voice is wobbly, loud, and somehow happy and sad. "You make me feel…" Her words trail off, and then she makes an annoyed sound. "I do not have the words."

"You do not need them," I tell her, rubbing my hands up and down her back to soothe her. At least, I hope I am soothing her. This is soothing all parts of me, especially my soul. I enjoy my hands on her, and if she were not crying, I would be trying to figure out ways to touch her more.

"But I want to tell you," she whines.

"And you will when it is time," I reassure her.

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