Page 29 of His Human to Learn

"How long have you been trying to seduce me with words I might not understand?" Marron asks, pulling me closer to him. "Should I remind you of everything you've wanted to do to me? Of all the things you want me to do to you?"

"Take me somewhere more private, and I'll do anything you remind me I said." I give him the most seductive look I can manage.

I'm proud of myself for how fast Marron's brows rise. He gets up from where he's knelt. His head whips around until he catches someone's attention.

"I am taking her home."

"Has she agreed to this?" Diane asks, trying and failing to keep the laugh from her voice.

"I have," I barely get the words out before Marron has me thrown over his shoulder and is stalking out of the partitioned-off area.

"Be safe!" Diane calls out, drawing more attention to us than we already have, with Marron carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

"You just passed the hall," I say when we pass the hall where the private rooms are.

"I am taking you home. I just said this." Marron sounds smug as he says it, and I wish I could see his face.

As much as I twist and turn in his hold, he doesn't let me budge. Part of it is his male pride in carrying his mate off like some grand prize. Especially when we're outside the great hall, and he's carrying me around in front of everyone. Even more proof that I'm his and no one else's.

"Hey, Marron?" I ask as we walk outside the tribe's walls and head down the path to Nia's house.

"Hm?" he asks as his hold tightens on my thigh. He likes it when I say his name, and I'll use it a lot because I like how much it affects him.

"Where are we going?"

"Home," he says, as though it answers my question even a little bit.

He chuckles to himself but doesn't give me any more of an answer. Not that I mind much when he starts to move his hand up and down my thigh. I whimper as he gets close to where I want him to touch the most, and I'm not even shy about trying to spread my legs to give him easier access.

"Needy female." Marron clicks his tongue before stilling his hand high on my leg. "Are you slick for me?"

"Pull my shorts down and find out." I smile when his footfalls stutter and even harder when he makes a soft grunting sound in response.

"Soon, little mate," Marron says, his body betraying the easy calm he's trying to portray with his voice. We walk for a little while longer before he comes out of the trees onto the unseeded fields of the farm next door to Nia's.

"Wait." I turn in his hold on me, jerking around to look around as though he's about to tell me this is a joke. "Marron, wait, is this?"

"Our home, little mate," Marron answers my question before I finish asking it. "It's a large house. I'll need your help to fill it."

My stomach flips again, warmth spreading through my body, and a fresh blush on my cheeks. "You want a family with me?"

"I want everything with you, Tori," Marron says, carrying me through the front door to the house and not stopping until he has me laid out on a bed in the furthest bedroom. "But first, I need to make a fire so you can see me when I claim you as mine."

I watch as Marron turns to the fireplace set in the bedroom wall. I admire how he moves, and his muscles bunch and tense as he rearranges the wood in the fireplace.

While he works on starting the fire, I shimmy out of my clothing. First, my shirt and a tentative look in his direction. He continues his work, knowing that I'm half-naked in our bed. Next are my shorts, and as I bend over the edge of the bed to place them on the ground, Marron decides to turn around.

His fingers wrap around my ankle, and he drags me across the bed until my ass is close enough that he can grab it without having to lean over the bed. His fingers curl on the hem of my underwear, stroking the skin underneath. He hisses softly before releasing the underwear and moving his grip to my hips. He rolls me onto my back in one swift movement and then hisses again, louder this time, as my nipples harden under his gaze.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, using the back of his fingers to stroke down my chest, over my breasts, and back toward the hem of my underwear. I arch upward, hoping he'll help me remove them so I am entirely bare for him. Instead, he lowers himself to his knees, pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, and throws my legs over his shoulders.

"Leave these on." He nuzzles his face between my legs, his jaw rubbing against the fabric of my underwear, pressing the damp material against me. Making both of us aware of how badly I want him. "I want these soaked, and then we can trade."

I moan a soft, desperate sound and know that I'm at his mercy, and something tells me that won't be the worst thing.

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Tori

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