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She has told me many times about how she would change things if she were in charge, how she wants to make changes that have a great impact, and how she was learning in her human schools how to try to make a difference in her world.

In turn, I told her about my ability to pleasure a female, something she would not find in any of the males in my brother’s tribe because none of them had ever bedded a female. I thought at first this would be a wonderful way to woo her, to show her that I can make it very pleasurable for her. I even told her of all the females who still call upon me when they need their female needs taken care of. Simone did not find these talks very seductive, but I did learn that they riled her up to know I had bedded another. It was the first time I knew I enjoyed riling her up, and I have not stopped since.

“Do you only think with your dick?” Simone snarls up at me. If I wasn’t thinking with it before, I sure am now that she has mentioned it.

“Only when it comes to you,” I answer honestly.

Yes, I also think of the ever-pressing need to protect and care for her. She is my mate, even if she wants to deny it because she wants to martyr herself for a male who does not deserve her.

“You’re disgusting.” She shakes her head.

Her hair, her locs as she calls them, shake against her face in a way that has me wanting to wrap some in my fist. I want to use them to guide her eyes back up to mine, to hold her in place until she admits her true feelings for me. Even though she fights this with all of her being, she wants me, and she is just as affected as I am. I do not do this, though. One, it would be highly dishonorable. And two, I only bed willing females. Simone will be willing. Eventually.

“Come inside and insult me some more,” I offer, moving my body only a fraction. If she does come inside, she’ll need to rub against me to do so.

Her eyes fall down my body, and my eyes flash with victory. She hates it when she allows herself to indulge in how I look and how I respond to her. She hates that if she could, she would spend her days staring at me.

It is good for my health that she enjoys looking at me. It has me doing exercises to make my muscles look bigger before I come to speak with her. I know she appreciates it and my never wearing more than a loose pair of shorts, even if she will never tell me.

“Put your dick back in its pocket,” Simone snaps, her eyes coming back up to mine, a new fury in them. A needy fury that she hates almost as much as she loves.

She is going to go inside and deal with her female needs. She has not done it in many days. Not that I keep track of the daysshe tells me she needs privacy, slips into her room, and makes stifled moans. She never tells me she needs privacy unless she’s going to touch herself, so really, it is her way of saying she wants me to know. If she did not she would do as she does on normal days and just go to her bedroom and close the door without saying anything.

“You know that is not how it works.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“Let me know when it goes away, and then I’ll come inside.”

I tell myself that I should not say the thought I am currently thinking. I know that I should not, but sometimes you have to take a chance and hope that maybe this will be the time that the small human female looks at you with her dark eyes full of anger and lust and need and finally says your name in a way that tells you she is ready to make love. “It would go away faster if I could come inside you.”

Simone’s whole body tenses like she has been struck by the light in the sky, and my eyes go wide. Oh, I have definitely pushed it too far this time. She might murder me in my sleep now. She is going to wait until I’m drowsy after eating a full meal and napping in my favorite chair. She will heat one of the strips of metal I have out by my furnace in the fireplace inside. When the moment is right, she will seal me up good and tight because I have most definitely taken it too far.

I take a step back inside the house, not wanting to upset her even more when this has all been in good fun, as far as I could tell. Yes, I tease her and rile her up, but she does the same to me. It is what bonds us.

I have successfully backed all the way back to my room and am opening the door when I see the crack in Simone’s illusion. Her shoulders start to shake, then the rest of her body, and then I hear it. A laugh that is quickly covered by the back of her hand asshe turns around to see me staring wide-eyed in horror because I thought I ruined everything.

“I fucking hate you!” she scream-laughs as she marches back inside the house and plops down on the couch. “So fucking dumb,” she mumbles under her breath as she shakes her head, but her smile never leaves her lips.

I stand a bit taller, my chest puffing out in pride to know that even if I cannot seduce my mate, I can still make her make the most pleasing sounds of joy I have ever heard.

I take a seat in my favorite chair and decide that while it would still be much fun to tease Simone some more, we do have more pressing matters. Especially if there is a pause in the storms soon, so we can speak with my tribal leader.

“As much as you love talking about my cock, we should discuss what we are to tell Zathar when we go to speak with him.” I do not give Simone a moment to fight me on who brought up my cock first before continuing. I love that I can see her nose scrunch up and her brows pinch as she tries and fails to interject. “He will already have males that he will want to send to the tribe. I want you to make sure they are good enough for your sisters. There will be many who wish for a mate.”

“I’m going to have to trust you with a lot of this,” Simone says, her voice turning serious when she realizes I really am done teasing her. “I have no idea who any of these guys are, how they treat women, or anything. You’ve been living here for a while, right?”

“Most of my life.”

“So you know these men?”

“For the most part.” I shrug. “It is not as though I have notes on all of the males and how they have treated the others.”

“Oh!” Simone sits up straighter and cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “What if we ask the women? They’ll know who the good ones are, right?”

“They will, but they might also want to keep some of the males for themselves,” I answer, knowing that there are favorites among the unmated females. It is an honor to get to service their female needs since they have yet to find mates to call their own, but they do have a few brothers that they enjoy the company of more than others.

“That’s fine,” Simone says. “We really only need to know about the demons who want to go to the tribe anyway. It’s not like we’re taking all of them.”

“And how do you know they will be honest with you?” I ask. Not that I think the females would purposefully try to hurt a brother’s chances to find a mate because I know they would not do it maliciously. I do not want them to think they have to make up stories about a brother who they would still very much enjoy having around the tribe.