Page 27 of The Mating Games


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As I led the way, the echoing footfalls of the female resonated through the quiet air, her soft breathing at odds with the weighty silence.

It was evident from the way she hesitated, casting anxious glances around, that she wasn’t comfortable.

She wasn’t at ease, and frankly, neither was I.

Every fiber of my being told me to keep an eye on her.

Not because I doubted her intentions or because I considered her a threat, but because I was worried she might flee.

And given the perils lurking in every corner of this treacherous game, the idea of her out there alone was nothing short of harrowing.

“I spotted this cave while I was on your trail,” I began, trying to maintain a conversational tone, although our situation was anything but casual. “It should provide some shelter for now.”

I motioned for the female to stay put as I ventured in, cautiously inspecting every crevice and corner of the cave.

My blue scaly skin felt cooler in the cave’s shade, and my tall horns scraped against the cave’s ceiling, reminding me of the need to stoop a bit.

Satisfied, I beckoned the female to follow.

She hesitated at the entrance, clearly wary, but a distant roar from the jungle reminded her of the bigger threats that lurked outside.

Hurrying in, she looked around with wide-eyed curiosity.

My chest tightened with a strange, yet not unwelcome, emotion.

Protectiveness?

Affection?

Attraction?

It was hard to define, especially in the midst of this madness.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I recounted the short skirmish with the other alien male.

I had dealt with him quickly.

The male had been fierce, but my battle instincts had taken over.

Every punch, every move, was executed with precision.

The exhilaration of the fight and my triumph was a heady feeling, but it was also a reminder of the unending dangers lurking in this place.

I wished I could’ve ended his participation permanently, but time was against me.

The female was my priority.

After ensuring our safety and setting up a temporary camp, we finally settled down.

The close quarters of the cave brought our proximity into sharp focus.

The ambient glow from the luminescent fungi painted a soft blue hue over her features, accentuating the contours of her face and the delicate curve of her lips.

Each time she shifted or sighed, the air between us seemed to grow heavier, filled with an unspoken tension.

As a Zelthori, my senses were acutely heightened, allowing me to pick up nuances that most would miss.

But with the female so close, those senses seemed to be playing tricks on me.

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