Part 1
Sara
Staring at Leo as he works is not a bad passtime, Sara decides. Watching is muscles bunch and watching his ass flex everytime that he bends down to pick up firewood is extremely pleasing to her. Not to mention, his tail swishing back and forth as he works is beyond adorable.
Almost as though he can hear her thoughts, her male turns his head around and flashes her a quick smile while thoroughly looking her up and down as though to make sure that she had not been injured in the ten seconds that he was not watching her. Everytime he smiles, it truly makes her day. He has a bit of a different face with flatter features, a wider nose, and cat-like eyes, but those things do not deter from his beauty. Rather, they enhance it. When he flashes his teeth it is even more apparent that he is not truly human because of how long and sharp his canines are. So cute, she muses.
Ever since Jericho left about an hour ago, Leo hasn't spoken a word to her. He doesn't need to though. His kind, expressive face and his body language tells her everything that she needs to know about what he is thinking. They are that in-tune. She knows that he wants to make a good impression on her and was nervous at first about showing her his house but he didn't have to be. When he led her in doors and showed her the small home she was shocked by how bare it was but found it to be charmingly quaint and clean, at least for a male living alone. The few possessions he owns were organized very well and tucked into their own home and his sleeping space was on the ground, but the bed had been made.
After showing her around his home, he led her outside to gather firewood. And my, my, my is it a great site, she thinks to herself. Her hand twitches at the idea of running her hands down his abs and feeling the way that they shiver at her touch. However, her male hasn't yet made any sexual advances on her and she isn't too sure about what he would do if she did such a thing.
Regardless, she always thought him yummy. Ever since the first moment that she met him she found this to be true. Even when he was scary and kidnapped her she could not help but marvel at his attractiveness and strength. Not to mention the fact that he was always sporting a huge erection around her… like massively huge. Like a tree-trunk. Like so big that there is no way that he could truly fit in her, big.
At that moment, Leo shifted his body toward her and strolled in the direction of the house with his arms loaded up with massive amounts of timber. That timber isn't the only thing massive on his body. Like always and as predicted, Leo's cock stood at attention and was painfully obvious in his denim cut-off shorts with the swollen mushroom head and a few inches poking up over his waistband.
Sara instantly felt herself get wet and she blushed in that moment, embarrassed by her body's reaction to his incredibly yummy masculine one. She watched as Leo stumbled a step and almost dropped the firewood, his nostrils flaring. Oddly enough, he took multiple deep breaths in as though he was trying to… savor?... her scent. A deep rumble emanated from his chest and a loud purr erupted from him. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open slightly on a moan. He shifted the firewood into one arm and palmed his erection with his right hand, a louder purr escaping his throat. He stroked up and down once, twice, and then released his cock, his right hand regaining some of the wood and he continued on his way to the house, his tail wound tightly as if alert.
Sara continued to stand in the field watching her male walk away from her, absolutely shocked at what transpired. Holy fucking shit, she thought, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Part 2
Leo
Leo barely remembered what he did after he shook himself from his love's mating scent. One second he was hard as steel and aching and then next he was standing in front of the fire with more firewood chopped in his arms.
He loved his mate but there is no way that her needing scent could have been because of him. As much as he wished that his mate could be attracted to him, he knew differently. It is impossible with his tail and his harsh features. That is why he has to prove to her that he can be the most attentive and loving mate. He can make her love him by demonstrating his love and loyalty to her.
As he watched the red and orange flames dance across his eyes, he continued to ponder that thought. In order to take care of her, he will need to also show her that he will be strong and protect their young.
Oh.. God, he thinks to himself. His mate will also need to be satisfied, made love to. He was a virgin and they had only made it so far last time. What if he messed up and she never wanted to be with him again? What if his cock wasn't big enough for her? The women in his romance novels seemed to be always wrapped up in the idea of the size of their man's cock. How big is big? He is a very large male, none rivaling his size but what if his cock wasn't as big as she wanted or as big as she was used to? If he failed her in that, then he was truly unworthy of her. At that thought, he hung his head in shame and let his body go lax, his emotions taking a nosedive and his cock shriveling up and the thought of their mate's rejection. His beast whimpered in pain at the concept, so utterly horrified that he could feel it curling in on itself trying to shelter its heart from the pain.
Just as his eyes began to fog up and his feet became blurry, a warm, soft hand landed on his shoulder. His angel's voice called his name and he looked up into her eyes, allowing her to see his tears. It might make him seem like a weak male, but he did not care as he put himself at his mate's mercy. If she rejected him for his weakness, perhaps that would be better than rejecting him because of the size of his sex or because of his appearance.
His angel, his Sara, looked at him with only compassion and it made the beast in his mind sigh with contentment. She put her other hand to his face, not having to lean down because from his vantage point kneeling on the ground, they were just about eye-level. His mate is so tiny… so beautiful and in need of protection, his beast murmured.
"So…", she started looking around, "Where do you want to sleep?"
The question brought him up short and for a moment he was sidetracked. His mind was forced to do a one-eighty and remove itself from his insecurities in order to focus on his mate's needs. She wanted to sleep? She can not do so without a nest! She needed to be completely comfortable and surrounded by the things that she loves and the things that he will provide for her. They could not start a life and have young without a nest for the both of them. When they first almost made love he forwent the need for a nest because of the urgency that was in both of them, however, he would not do wrong by her again in such matters. He would be a good mate and help her build the foundations of her safety and future. Their future.
He got up from his uncomfortable kneeling on the ground causing the hands on his face and shoulder to fall away. Needing to feel her touch to build up the courage to speak, he took ahold of her right hand in both of his and flattened her palm against his chest.
"...", he tried to force out words but they did not escape his lips the first time.
He tried once more and was able to force out a few of the words he was meaning to speak, "Mate… nest… yours" he said in broken, rough English. Truly what he had meant to say was My mate, Sara, I will provide you everything for your nest so that we can have young and so that you will be safe. Obviously, not everything always goes as planned.
She looked at him in confusion but smiled anyway, trying to humor him. He knew this and grew frustrated with his inability to speak. First Mercile made him ugly to his mate and then they stripped him of his speech so that his mate never truly understood him.
The hand trapped against his heart began to stoke up and down against the corded, straining muscles of his chest. She gave him another smile and said, "Leo, I am not sure what that means, but we can go look at nests if you want. Is that what you mean? To look at birds nests? We can do that but we will have to be careful to not scare off the mothers from their eggs."
My mate is so understanding, his heart warmed at the thought that she agreed to anything that he wanted to do even though she was obviously tired and had asked about the bed. He did not want to point out to her that his bed was just some blankets-a small cot really-that he had fixed for himself a while ago. When he first had come to the wild zone, he wanted to be as far away from everyone as possible and therefore was given the smallest cabin. The cabin that had been farthest from the others was Valaints so the NSO had to construct hima shelter quickly. All of the things that had been housed in the cabin were destroyed in fits of rages that he had in the first few months living there. The only thing left were the objects that he needed and cherished. The NSO tried to come back and finish the building but he never wanted males so close to a place where he hoped to house his future mate, afraid that their scents would continue to linger into the far future and marr his mate's scent. Regardless, he would make it her nest and she would be proud to have him as a male.
His chest puffed out and he smiled at her deciding that he would take her now to find things for her nest. Besides, even if he wanted to explain to her that he wanted to build and provide her a nest, not look at other animals' ones, how could he? Even around her he could barely speak and he trusted her with his soul.
Part 3
Sara
Sara walked along slightly behind Leo as he led her from the small, slightly run-down cabin to the forest surrounding his home. She wondered why she didn't see any furnishings around the home and why it appeared so dirty and sparse? Sure, the few things that Leo had were neat and organized but it did not make sense to her. Justice North did not seem to be the kind of man that would neglect any New Species, no matter how wild. Plus, she had been to the homes of some of her other New Species friends and their houses were furnished very comfortably. Leo's on the other hand was essentially only three rooms combined into one in an open-floor plan model. It housed a pile of neat books on a table, an old lazy-boy, a fireplace, and a sparse, slightly run-down kitchen, and then tucked into a corner with walls surrounding the smaller space but no door, was a bed with a few blankets on it.
To say the least, it disturbed her how few things that he had. Although, perhaps he chose not to have so many things. She knew people like that. People who only kept what was necessary. Then again, all of those past friends worried about the environment and for some reason she didn't see Leo knowing or being too worried about global warming and environmental changes.
When they finally broke the line of trees she recognized with shock that she was in the middle of a beautiful meadow. One covered in flowers that were every color of the rainbow and beautiful objects. Hanging from some of the trees were pieces of colored glass that appeared to be from bottles. They were perfectly shaped without any sharp edges and beyond clean. They were stung up in a purposeful way and there was no way that they were machine-made. Looking around at the other objects in the meadow- beautiful and clean rocks, strings of lights, and a wooden, handcrafted bench, everything began to sink in.
She tore her eyes away from the incredible meadow and turned to her Leo with a question on her lips. When she took a look at his expression, his head bowed slightly with his gorgeously striking cat eyes peeking out from beneath long blonde lashes, a look of hope of his face, she need not ask. She knew in that moment that he was the one the created this meadow. He must have spent months collecting bottles and sanding the sides of the broken glass thay reflect light and reorganizing the flowers to looks like a rainbow and collecting, cleaning, and placing each rock with a specific purpose. Oh, God. she thought to herself.
Sara turned her head back towards the meadow and continued to take in the entrancing majesty of it all.
"For you. For my mate" she heard a voice say roughly in her ear.
She whipped her head around and Leo stood inches from her body, looking at her proudly with pride in his eyes.
"For me?", she questioned him, needing to make sure that what he said was true and that he did all of this for her. He did it with his future mate in mind so that she could enjoy it.
He nodded his head and tears sprung to her eyes at the devotion that he put in at the thought of meeting her some day.
He leaned over, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking out the sun as he took his large hand and swiped under her eye. He looked at the teardrop sadly as though he had caused her pain. In an effort to ease the worry lines he caused in his visage, she grabbed onto his hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing the center of his palm. When she did this, it was the first time that she noticed how rough the pads on his hands were, animal like. For climbing perhaps? It reminded her of the pads on the paws of the house cat that she had growing up. She took her index finger and stroked one of the rough pads and he yanked his hand from her grip, curling his hand and cradling it against his body as though he had been burned. He turned his face from hers as though in shame. As though her touching his hand had caused him severe emotional pain.
"Leo-" she started, but abruptly stopped as he shook his head, continuing to look away.
As he continued refusing to look at her, she wrapped her arms around her middle suddenly feeling chilled and empty. As though the lack of his gaze stripped all of the courage and warmth from her. She peered at the ground feeling alone and she wasn't sure how long they stood there until a hand grasped one of her arms and unwound it from her small form. It then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the flowers. She watched as Leo led her to the first of the sections of flowers and began to pick the most beautiful ones. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. Why would he ruin the beautiful flowers and condemn them to death by taking them from the ground?
Almost as though he were reading her thoughts, Leo turned and handed the white and yellow daffodils to her, gesturing at the others.
He proceeded to stand up and said, "For your… nest".
That was when it hit her. This garden he created, this safe haven, was created so that she could bring flowers back to her nest? Her… bed? Hoping that she got it right and finally understood, no matter how bizarre the idea seemed to her, she met his eyes and nodded her head, proceeding to move onto the next bed of flowers to pick some. Her actions, no matter how weird seemed to be worth it though because her picking the flowers and intending to bring it back to their… nest… brought the largest smile to his face.
Hey, guys! What do you think will happen next in their story? Also, what do you think of the New SPecies? Would you jump head long into a relationship with one if Leo had captured you instead of Sara? I know I would! He's too much of a sweetheart to give up 3. Also, this is crazy! I was short just 50 words to getting to 3,000 for this chapter