Savage King: New Worlds - Milly Taiden Page 0,15

evident than with his frustration in trying to communicate with them. He didn’t understand why he knew what they were saying, but they didn’t comprehend what he said.

They had confirmed what he figured—they were lost and looking for help to get back to their home dimension. He knew where the closest help was, but it was a distance, and he’d vowed he’d never go back there.

He had to decide if he was going to give them the assistance they needed, or just scoop up his mate and run away with her. He knew how to survive here, obviously. They didn’t need a tribe for protection or community. His tigron would hunt for food.

Pterodactyl piss, he had to do the right thing. He’d picked her up again so she would be closer to him. Have her hands on his skin. Her palm was warm, heating his insides even more. His tigron wanted out to take their mate now. Brand her to them so she would never get away. But he wasn’t doing that. He’d already made one decision that could’ve gotten the females killed.

Goddess, that frightened him almost beyond what he could take. He hadn’t made a decision concerning anyone but himself since he began his life as a savage animal, stalking the forest for his next meal. Having no responsibilities that affected others’ lives. And here he was doing it again.

He would take the three to the tribe where they would be safe. Then leave before anyone there saw him. He’d be done with them then. Go back to living like the savage he was.

A flow of sadness rolled through him, and his tigron roared. They were not leaving their mate behind. He would stay with her no matter where she was. His tigron said he needed to pull his shit together and move beyond the place he was stuck in his mind.

Panic and anxiety peeked into his head. His heart began to race. His little mate was talking with her people following them. He could put her down right now and run, changing into his beast and disappearing deep into the—Wait. Was he hearing correctly?

Were the females talking about his body? Never was he going to walk around without clothing on. What was a G-string? The thought of his mate licking him all over sent all his blood rushing below his stomach—except for what remained in his heated cheeks. Goddess, what kind of females were her friends? They sounded like a bunch of men working when the females weren’t around. A foursome of what?

The next question from the delightful package in his arms then told the females that she wanted to get naked. His knees nearly gave out. He glanced down at her. Did she really want to do that? The water might be uncomfortable for her body. He didn’t know much about her system, which he would remedy when they were alone.

She stared at him with big beautiful eyes, a half smile on her face. He smelled happiness, embarrassment, and caring. “Oh my god,” she said in his arms, “you understand every word we’re saying, don’t you?” Behind him, the females squealed like a bird when its feather was plucked.

He tilted his head and said, “Yes, of course, I understand you. The problem is you don’t know what I’m saying.” She laid her head on his shoulder. Her face radiated heat. Was that normal for her species?

He wondered if she still wanted to get naked and go swimming.

“Are you shittin’ me,” Lilah, he thought that was her name, said. What a strange thing to say. How would one shit out another person?

“Okay, stop.” His mate wiggled in his arms to get down. He complied with her wishes. The three gathered around him, eyes narrowed, fists on their hips. Why did he feel like this wasn’t going to be an enjoyable moment?

Lilah pointed at him. “You understand us?”

He tilted his head to the right. “Yes. Sometimes I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the female waved her hand in front of her face, “whatever. So why don’t you speak English?”

“English? Is that your language where you come from?” he asked.

Daphne emphasized. “Eeengliiish.”

He repeated. “Eeengliiish.”

“Yes, but no,” Wren said, shaking her head. What did she mean by that? How could it be both? His frustration pounded him.

Wren threw her arms up. “Everybody just be quiet. I need to think.” He watched as the area between her eyes crinkled and brows pulled down. She was so cute. Of