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I finger the soft fabric in my pocket, hoping they’re right. I’ve run into many unmated females during my hunt, getting my hopes up, only to discover each human was already someone else’s mate. Where ismyfemale? How long will it take me to find her and put an end to my misery?
Rojer and Jak exchange glances. “Are we gonna end up with human mates too one day?”
“I would never want a human mate,” Jak vows.
“Agreed. No human for me either, no matter how rich I might get.”
What are they even talking about? These assholes are just as unmated as I’ve been. I’ve never once heard them ponder life with a future mate or offspring. They take pleasure mates, but no one serious. None of us has even had an avowed pleasure mate. I don’t know if it’s because, like me, they don’t want to bring anyone serious into the family to become targets. Or if they’re just males who don’t want to deal with anyone’s needs beyond their own.
I often wonder what it will be like to have a mate. I’ll know how to pleasure her in bed, that’s a given, but anything beyond that is perplexing. How will a human bound fit into my carefully scheduled life? And offspring will be inevitable. Am I ready to become a father?
“I like black horns,” Jak remarks. “Human females are beautiful but so defenseless. They don’t flash-flame. They don’t have tails and they wear fabric on their feet. How could I live with a being with that human hair?”
Rojer nods. “I love a smooth head and a sharp pair of horns.”
“My favorite female attribute is a barbed tail.”
“That can cut you.”
“And make you bleed.”
They start laughing again.
“I used to feel the same,” I admit. “I always thought my future bound would be Hyrrokin. But ever since I scented my human I haven’t been able to look at other unmated females, from any species. None of my former Hyrrokin pleasure mates will do.”
“Former? You haven’t taken any of them since…”
I shrug. “No, none of them. They know I no longer required their services. They’re all deleted from my contacts list. Only the scent in that fabric causes my shaft to thicken. This is another reason to find my mate as soon as possible. Only this one female can unlock my frozen pheromones.”
“Are you certain the female you scented is human?” My head enforcer asks for the thousandth time. “Maybe she’s a Hyrrokin from a primitive tribe.”
“I’m certain she’s human. I wouldn’t continually look for a human female if I wasn’t certain.”
“Well, now that the Don has taken a human bound and Secret Boss has too, I’m more certain the Boss’s future bound will also be human,” Rojer confirms. “It’s like it’s a virus amongst these Brimstones, all these males falling for humans.”
“Is it a sickness, mating with a human? I heard a conspiracy theory yesterday where they think human females are trying to lure Hyrrokin males into legal matings to become citizens.”
“That’s just stupid,” I grumble.
“Well, how do you explain all of these humans dispersing so suddenly in the four sectors?”
I shrug. “I don’t understand but I’m certain it is pure coincidence and not nefarious.”
They ignore me and continue to chew on the idea of humans networking together to gain Hyrrokin mates. These two. Notonly do they enjoy gossip, but also conspiracy theories. They can talk of it for hours. And then strangely let it all go as soon as it’s proven wrong and start all over again with an entirely new subject.
I look out the window as they talk because a vehicle is pulling up in front of the compound. And out step two humans, an older female and another younger, adult female. My brow furrows.
“He did not go on that trip until Horace’s mother had passed away,” Jak remarks, talking again about my father’s new mate. “The Don followed all the legal traditions. I assumed he never took another bound or even a pleasure mate because he was in mourning over his first bound.”
I clench my jaw. I too had thought this whole time my father’s reticence was due to his love for my deceased mother, only to now discover he’d gotten over his first bound in short order. The female my father was staying true to, and recently mourning, was Horace’s mother.
“It’s time to go downstairs to meet with the Don,” I announce, ready to leave. Time to get down to business. I take the last sip of Traq and grab my tablet.
The two males glance at the time and morph into hard-ass enforcers. Mugs are quickly cleaned and put away. They both check and holster their weapons.
“While we were talking I saw an unknown, adult human female arrive at the compound. Find out who she is and if she’s unmated.”
“Got it, Boss.”
