Their Human to Entice (Unit A12 Book 7)

10. Lyath

The walk to the tribe this morning is awkward and quiet. I, of course, have been happy the entire time. I woke up freshly wooed and cuddled. Nia woke up unsatisfied and alone. And Beren is always just Beren. Who knows if he is happy or sad or angry? Well, me because I have learned his tells, and Nia hopefully will as well. But still, that does not really work for my hypothetical.

“Did you touch yourself while your mate was inside of me last night?” I ask Nia just as Beren opens the great hall door for us to go through.

Beren slams the great hall door closed before any of us can go through it and wraps a hand around one of my horns and one around Nia’s wrist. He drags us off through the tribe. We’re not told where he is taking us, but I already know it will be a wonderful time. Beren stops when we are situated behind one of the abandoned houses, somewhere that no brothers are likely to stumble upon by accident.

Beren was upset last night when Nia said that she knew what we were doing was not real. She still does not realize that her nose soul is affected by Beren because she is his mate and meant to be his in all ways. When she made it clear she did not know this, he tried to lunge for her. He would have had her on her hands and knees, his cock buried in her, in an instant to show her where she belongs. It is why I had to step in because he was past rational thought. If he had stayed rational, maybe we would be all together right now instead of having this tension between us.

“Get your cock out.” Beren pushes me against the wall and then clashes his horns into mine. His eyes are deep red, and his lips are pulled back in an angry snarl.

I am an obedient male when it is time for games in the bedroom. I always have been. I pull my cock out and let my eyes fall to where Nia is standing. I smile even brighter when her eyes drop down to my hardened length. Beren’s hiss pulls me back to what we are talking about, but Nia keeps her eyes on me.

I do not feel worried in the slightest because this is exactly what I wanted when I made my remark about Nia touching herself last night. Beren can get worked up. Maybe he will let it slip that he would enjoy working some of his frustrations out on Nia’s body. Nia can see him in all his glory when he is in control. Beren is glorious when he is commanding in the bedroom.

“Your mate is admiring me.” I wiggle my brows at Beren, which causes him more frustration. He huffs and turns to face Nia.

Before focusing on her completely, he presses a hand into my chest, “Stay.”

He does not check to make sure I do as he says. He knows I am his good mate in the bedroom. I always do what he says and enjoy the pleasures he gives me when I am good for him.

Nia’s cheeks darken in color as she licks at her lips. Her eyes fall down my body again, and then she looks down at where Beren’s cock is straining in his pants. For a moment, I think she might be interested in the way Beren and I play. I do not let myself get my hopes up too much. It is already enough that she wishes to be with us. I can not push the goddess to make her also wish to play the same bedroom games that Beren and I play.

Beren grabs Nia’s waist in his hands and lifts her off the ground. He spins her around until she is standing next to me, and then he kneels in front of her, red eyes still blazing. There’s something else in that look, something that tells me he is getting very close to making love to her right now.

“What are you doing?” Nia stammers out the words as her breathing grows more ragged.

“Deciding if I am done waiting on you to tell your mate that you need cock,” Beren says coolly, just like he says most things. I can hear the need in his words, though, the way his eyes are pleading with her just to ask him to be with her. “Are you still unwilling to ask it of your mate?”

“I—“ Nia’s voice catches in her throat as Beren places one of his clawed hands on the wall behind her, caging her in as he leans closer to her face. His tongue flicks at her lips and makes her gasp. The smile he gives her is one that seems more cruel than happy, but it has my cock begging for attention. I know that smile. I have been on the receiving end of that smile many times.

“You’re going to punish Lyath?” Nia slides her eyes up and to the right to glance a peek at me.

I wiggle my brows at her, hoping to convey to her that all of this is very good. We are making much progress in getting her and her mate fully acquainted with one another.

Beren’s eyes narrow barely a fraction before he tilts his head to the side. His hand slides down the wall, claws leaving white lines in the stones as they drag. He stops when he’s level with my waist and then reaches for my cock and begins to stroke it. I throw my head against the wall and let a hiss escape my lips, long and loud.

“I will punish him, yes. Why?” Beren keeps his eyes on Nia as he continues to stroke my cock as though it is not extremely distracting when I am trying to focus on their conversation.

It takes all my willpower to open my eyes and look back down at them, and even more to not come in Beren’s palm when he does not slow his movements. It is made even more difficult when I see that Nia is having trouble paying any attention to him since she is so focused on how he is pleasuring me.

Beren uses his other hand to grab Nia’s chin and force her eyes to his. “You are my mate. You will answer when I ask you a question.”

“Bossy.” Nia rolls her eyes, earning her chin a fierce pinch that has her brows pulling together. Beren beams even brighter, moving his hand to clasp her cheeks and squeeze so her lips are puffed. She is beautiful in all ways, but I cannot deny that the way she looks now has me imagining what she will look like with my cock on her lips. I have to force the thought away so I do not release yet.

“I am bossy and demanding and possessive,” Beren says, his forehead resting against Nia’s, obscuring my view of her. I am sure he is flicking his tongue against her plush lips. It is what I wish to be doing. Well, that and finding a way to ask her to wrap them around—

Nia whines in the back of her throat. It is a sound like the ones she made last night when she was desperate and needy. My cock pulses in Beren’s hand, but he continues teasing me.

“I told you he would like that sound,” I say through gritted teeth. Beren tries to hiss, but the sound is muffled. It takes me a moment to figure out why, but then I am very envious. He has his tongue in her mouth, kissing her in the only way he can. He has done much more with Nia in these last few moments, thanks to me, than he was done with her since they mated.

He leans away from Nia, smiling at her like he has been triumphant, which maybe he has since she has allowed his tongue in her mouth.

“Do not come,” Beren hisses, his eyes making one long journey from my face that is contorted in pleasure all the way down to where my cock is leaking.

“You are cruel,” I say through clenched teeth.

Beren does not respond to me. Instead, he refocuses his attention on his other mate. I do not care in the slightest. Well, okay, I do care because he is going to punish me for getting them together.

I cannot complain too much when he knows just how much I enjoy his punishments. Maybe it is wrong that I enjoy being denied and made to beg, but Beren has never made me feel less male for being this way. I have no doubt that Nia will either be a beggar as I am or will find enjoyment in treating me as a toy much like my Beren does. The idea of it has my length swelling even more, begging for release much too soon.

“Are you willing to admit to your mate that you are needing cock?” Beren asks Nia again, this time releasing her cheeks so she may speak using full words instead of sounds of pleasure keening from the back of her throat.

She stares at him with a mixture of lust and rage. It is a look I have seen many times on Beren’s face. It makes my heart flutter because I am almost certain Beren’s new mate will enjoy playing with me as Beren does. I do not know how Beren will feel about that, though. He enjoys being the one to punish and control. I do not think he would give up that power so easily, especially not to his other mate. Then again, when I look over at him, I can see a curiosity and glee in his eyes that makes me think he will find her very entertaining.

“We go back to the great hall then,” Beren says.

He releases my cock, letting it hang in the air, bobbing and desperate for just a few more strokes. I screw my face up tight, whimpering as the feel of my release taunts me just on the edge. This is nothing new. If there is one thing Beren loves more than anything, it is the way he teases me by keeping me close to release and commanding me not to find my pleasure.

“Wait, what?” Nia does not seem to keep up with Beren’s requests as quickly as I do, but that is okay. She will learn.

Beren already has his back to us, waiting for us to join his side before walking back to the great hall. I tuck my cock back into my pants before grabbing Nia’s hand. She is still confused about what is happening and why our mate is not praising us with the best of pleasures.

Well, the answer is very simple, and it is because she has not asked it of him. She thinks to ask others to bring her pleasure when she should already know that the only one allowed to bring either of us pleasure is Beren.

“Come, we have much to do today, and we are already behind,” I say with a smile.

Yes, my cock is straining in my pants, and I wish to wrap my hand around myself and find release. What I enjoy more than that, or maybe what heightens the pleasure I feel when I finally do release, is following Beren’s commands. Doing what he says makes all of my pleasure so much more intense and pleasurable. It does not hurt when, after he has treated me especially cruelly, he holds me and says the sweetest things. Yes, those are things I enjoy very much.

“Wait, I thought…” Nia lets her words trail off as Beren wraps his arm around my shoulder and offers his other arm to her.

She has rejected his touch every single day since she has been here, and I think we both expect her to do it again. Instead, she seems more confused by her own thoughts and what just happened, so she does not pull away when Beren places a hand on her far shoulder. Even better, she steps closer to him, letting him hold her close to his side before we continue our journey back to the great hall.

Nia looks up at him with narrowed eyes every few steps. I offer her sweet smiles, but Beren ignores both of us. He is probably too close to forcing me against a wall and taking me roughly. I know he lost himself last night for a brief moment when Nia told him that she knew he did not want her. That is the furthest thing from the truth, but for some reason, she is not ready to accept that yet.

“We are already running behind,” Beren says when we get to the front doors of the great hall. He removes his arms from around our shoulders at once like he does not want one of us to think he would keep his arm on the other for longer than the other. I know he cares for me just as much as he will care for Nia, but she may not. “Lyath and I will eat with you this morning.”

“Oh, very good, very good,” I say, taking Nia’s hand in mine.

Beren has had no issues with me touching his other mate so long as my touches do not stray to other parts of her body, parts that are his. Not that I would do that when we still have not heard from Nia’s own lips that she wishes for us in those ways. No, I hold her hand and feel a flutter in my chest when she squeezes her small fingers between mine.

Beren opens the door and ushers us inside much like he does every morning, but this morning is different because as soon as we are inside, he positions himself between us again. I do not untangle my fingers from Nia’s. If she minds, she does not show it.

So that is how we enter the great hall and see all of our brothers this morning. Beren with his arms around our shoulders, holding us possessively like he enjoys doing, and Nia and I holding hands behind his back.

I know what the others will think, and so does Beren. We do not care much for their thoughts, especially since they all know Beren wants to woo Nia when she allows him to. That is why none of them have bothered her. He has gone to each of them to warn them that if they even think of wooing or pursuing his mate, sealing will be the least of their worries.

“Sit, I’ll grab us food,” Beren says as he pulls out a chair for me and then one for Nia.

She narrows her eyes at the chair like it has done something to her before sitting in it slowly and watching Beren like this is all some joke. I wish she would tell us what she is thinking because it is difficult to know what a human female has going on in her mind. Especially since her face makes it seem as though she is unhappy. I know when Beren does things for me, I am very happy. Maybe Nia enjoys doing things for herself.

As soon as Beren is out of earshot, Nia leans toward me. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“What just happened out there? What was that?”

I try to keep my smile from growing even more but it is difficult when Beren’s mate is asking me such entertaining questions. A part of me wants to know how many times I can get her to ask the same thing without going into more detail. Is it the idea of having to talk about cock that embarrasses her? Toron’s mate cried when I brought up his cock once, so maybe Nia is the same. Although that makes things not nearly as fun.

“I do not think I understand,” I say, testing my luck with one more ignorant comment to see if she will ask again.

I am blessed when her eyes flare with a fire of irritation. Yes, she most definitely will enjoy being mated to my mate I think. I know I will enjoy getting to make her look like this often, and Beren will enjoy being with her when she is angry. At least, I think he will because he enjoys making love when he is angry. Surely, both parties being angry will make it even better for him.

“Do you have to ask him for permission to come?” Nia’s question catches me so off guard I have to will my cock not to release on the spot.

I thought she was going to be embarrassed about having to even say the word cock, but now she is asking questions about what Beren and I do in the bedroom as though she is a part of it. We wish she were, but she has not made that known.

I wish to answer her question by telling her Beren has already told her he is bossy, so of course, I do not release until he allows it. I could also tell her that I enjoy very much being teased in a way that only a mate can do. These are not things for me to say to her just yet. Maybe soon when she has asked Beren for his cock to help sate her female needs.

“Beren does not like others asking me about our lovemaking,” I tell her, amusement lacing my words because I cannot keep them out. “Maybe ask him what he enjoys doing to me, and he will tell you.” I pause, knowing my next words could be terrible if she takes them the wrong way, but I am almost certain she is meant to be the perfect female for my mate. “Maybe he will let you do it, too.”

Nia’s lips lift in the corners involuntarily, and her eyes flare with an interest that I know very well to be lust. Yes, she is much more like my Beren than we realized. That is more than okay. They can be angry and demanding of one another, and I will reap the rewards of being good for them both. Yes, I think this works out well for me.

I need to get Nia to finally ask for Beren’s cock so we can stop hiding how badly we would like to be with her. We do not want to scare her off before she has even made it known she might be interested. No, she will not be scared off. Not when it is so obvious that she very much wants Beren and, I am pretty sure, me as well.

“What are you filling my mate’s mind with?” Beren asks as he sets down a plate in front of each of us. I do not know which of us he thinks is corrupting the other since it very easily could go either way.

“Can I tell Lyath not to release, too?” Nia asks, her eyes lifting just in time to see Beren’s eyes shift to red. Oh, they will very much like one another.

“My mate,” Beren snaps. “He is mine. You do not say his name unless I allow it.”

Nia’s eyes narrow into small slits. “What are you going to do if I don’t care?”

Beren leans over Nia, crowding her further into her seat as he lays a hand on either side of it, trapping her between the chair and his body. Not that he is touching her because he most certainly is not doing that until she has admitted that she would like him to.

His eyes are still red, and if I were to look around the dining room, I know I would see most of the brothers watching us. All of the brothers know that Nia has been claimed by Beren and that no one is allowed to touch either of his mates. That does not mean everyone is not still very curious about what it is we all do for one another since there has never been a relationship like ours in the tribe. At least not one that any of us can remember.

“I think you need to go see if you can find a male to fill you if you are still acting this way,” Beren snaps. His words are not very loud, but the rest of the room is silent, so they are clear to everyone. “Needy and desperate for cock. It is making you act up.”

Nia’s cheeks darken, and I’m sure she’s feeling embarrassed now. Unlike Toron’s mate, she does not cry or run from the table. No, she places a hand on Beren’s face and pushes him away from her in one swift motion. He, of course, allows her to move him. He is much stronger and larger than her, and so he has to want to move if she is to move him. When he faces me for a moment, he gives me a playful wink and a small smile, but it vanishes before he’s even fully turned around.

“You know what, maybe I will,” Nia says, grabbing her plate and standing from her seat.

“Go,” Beren says with a dark, cold voice. “See who offers their services to you. I am sure you will find someone more than willing.”

Beren and I both know the only male here who she can proposition who will take her up on the offer is Beren, but she does not know this yet.

“Fuck you,” Nia bites through her clenched teeth.

Beren crosses his arms in front of his chest, his jaw ticking. I know he is grinding his teeth to keep from smiling because he is enjoying our mate like this. I am sure he, more than anything, wants to tell her that he would gladly let her fuck him if it is what she wants, but he is still waiting for her to realize she can only ask her mate to help satisfy her. Eventually, she will realize, and when she does, it will be glorious to watch her try to kill Beren for what he has done.

Nia stalks away from us, throwing her plate down next to some of the other women. Kal and Duan are close since they were chatting with Kendra and her mates. When Nia makes a choice to sit next to Kal, he very purposefully looks up at the ceiling and refuses to even look at Beren’s mate while she talks to him. I can see him nodding his head and making very minimal small talk with her, but he will do no more than that. Even Duan slips from his seat when Nia is not looking and makes his way to the opposite side of the room.

“I think she will come to me by the end of the day,” Beren says with a coolness that makes his words sound angry. His eyes are piercing Kal where he sits as though he can make the male fear him even more than he already does.

“You would think after last night she would already be asking you,” I say, grabbing my fork and beginning to eat. “Are you going to allow her to tease me as well?”

Beren slides his eyes over to me, this time letting his lips curl upward in a cruel smile that more than answers my question.