“The strongest men of my tribe have formed a council, and we often meet for decisions like this.”
“Is Ramsey one of them?”
“Yes, but fear not, his will may seem immovable, but I can already tell his heart is changing.”
“Is this the same Ramsey that publicly said my people are incapable of caring for themselves?”
I give her a soft smile. “Once he knows how pleasurable your kind can be, I have a feeling he’ll be willing to better see your strengths.”
“So you’re going to get them to agree by promising they can fuck us?”
“What else would you have to offer?”
She gives her head a tiny nod. “I get it, actually. The others might not, but the reality is, it’s what they were born to do. You have to promise me that your men won’t be brutal. If I am really chieftain and the women are my tribe, having to care for ourselves, then if you want to mate us, you’ll have to take on some of our customs.”
That seems fair.
“It will be a union of two tribes. Yours and mine. We will take customs from each. As you saw earlier, I think your women will find they like our kisses and will most enjoy being cannibalized.”
Her sweet face twists in outrage. “Do you know how much you scared me earlier? To my people, that means literally eating human flesh.”
I shrug. “The words suit the act, but that’s beside the point. I can teach my men the ways of courting so that your tribe is more receptive.”
“My people are used to having only one mate. It’s of great importance to my culture. Will yours be okay with this?”
What queer ideology.
“As I said, a union of two tribes.”
“That would be…nice. I don’t know how they’re going to react to your blue skin,” her gaze travels my body, “and your size. God, you’re terrifying.”
“They’re welcome to starve.”
Her mouth becomes a line. “Such chivalry.”
“I will be back. Until then, rest well. You will need your strength.”
Because I cannot stop myself, I press a kiss to her lips before slipping from my tent and heading over to the Tomb, the structure where the strongest of us meet. Hidden in the woods, it allows us the privacy and quietness we need to plan.
Pressing my hand to the smooth scan, the door opens, and I enter the main chamber where five of my men are already waiting for me.
“Are they truly the seed from so long ago?” Ulof asks.
I shrug. “They must be.”
“But they were not made for the coming changes. How could you already mate one before coming to us?” Ulof says, his eyes alight with fire.
“Be calm,” I command. “We’ve yet to mate.”
“I saw you between her legs,” Ramsey growls. “You dare lie?”
“You would taste of her too if she were spread in front of you.”
No one challenges me.
“I admit I was a little overwhelmed meeting her as I did. It was unexpected, and her scent drove me to madness. At this point, with her small size, I am not even sure if she is suitable for mating.”
“You shouldn’t have gone as far as you did,” Ramsey challenges.