Yisrael stared down at the woman kneeling in front of him. She was so peculiar.

Her hair stacked into a messy bun showing her sweaty sharp face. She wore a turquoise green top with her sleeves scrunched till her elbows, a waterproof jacket tied to her waist, her cameo pants long and baggy with sturdy brown boots.

He had seen many male humans who act as the river guides because of the treacherous journey in Amazon but this is the first time he met a woman who managed to track this deadly set of course.

It made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

River stood up. Her whiskey eyes firmly meeting his. There was slit second of fire in them which made his heart beat.

Why is he staring at me so much? Unable to keep his dark gaze, she looked away waiting for him to take them to whatever-the-hell-the-dragon-fire-was.

He tuned behind and headed to the another secret flap at the corner of the tent. River watched the fibrous muscles rolling as he moved.

She gulped as he entered the flap, keeping it open for her to walk through.

Chris nudged her to go ahead and she made a face. Not even once did this bastard thank her for getting them here to safety.

He was too busy wiping the drool dribbling from his mouth as he felt like he couldn't believe that he actually did it.

It was true. But it was through her help that they managed to do so.

When she looked at him, expectantly for a sign or something that said:hey we made it. Thanks you so much River, we couldn't have done without you. And can I tell you something? I want to devour you and worship you.

Instead, Chris was busy observing and talking to the people surrounding him. He almost looked like a child watching his favorite cartoon show.

"Enter fast." His deep grunt echoed from the inside the space that tall man disappeared into.

With feet moving, she enters into what looked like a spacious cave and in middle a huge fire burning. The creepy part was the fire was ignited from a shallow pond of bluey water.

How is that even possible?

Yet her attention was stolen when she saw his face fizzling with the embers of the flames. Her breath stopped.

He looked like a beast.

A very very tall beast. She bet he was standing at a bright height of six feet six.

His eyes were like the night and the white of his eyeball almost disappearing. His face was strong and raised. Trimmed beard lightly coated on his rugged jaw.

He looked like ruined beauty.

His black hair tawny till his shoulders.Golden-kissed skin with muscles sinewing down his naked chest that tapered to delicious looking V.

He wore a similar buckskin pantaloons like the elder, his father and it hugged his strapping calves and thighs.

"Come closer."

River's spine straightening and she walked to the man in measured steps.

"Hand out." Her eyes widened when she saw a sharp tooth like dagger held in his grip.

"Not happening..." Before taking a step back, he grabbed her by her arm, sending a unwanted jolt in her.

"Will not take long." His eyes staring into her without giving her any warning, he nicks the delicate skin of her palm.

River bit her lip, from the scratch and squeezed her eyes shut to not see the bloody river flowing as he placed her hand over the fire.

"Open."

At first she resisted, not wanting to witness she was going bleed to death. When he pressed his thumb on her cut, she whelped.

Her eyes flying open to stare at him in anger. "Asshole."

As if not understanding what that meant, he inclined his head. Studying her.

She took a daring glance at her hand and almost fainted when she the gooey liquid red forming.

The drops is blood poured into the fire and he chanted out in his strange language and later, brought her hand back away from it.

He smeared the blood over her palm as he looked at the sticky mess. It was making her nauseous.

A fear ripples through as she looked back up, pleadingly. "My hand..."

With uncaring mercy, he bent his head and smelt her blood. Watching his nostrils flair, he dips his tongue to taste her blood. What is he doing?

Yisrael closes his eyes at the scented fumes coating his tongue. She tasted rich and fire. So much fire.

He looked up to see how she was gaping at him. Then he realized what he was doing and jerked his head back.

That was a close one. Yisrael couldn't believe he felt something so odd with a woman who clearly isn't the type he would look or touch.

His own fate had him the beautiful Yuh Wahi, the daughter of the Wahi Tribe who were their neighbors and meant to form the alliance to bond both the tribes in an epic power to protect themselves together.

Yisrael being the next in line to take his father's place has his own set of rules. From a young age, he was learnt of his duties and abilities.

Being an Iborian meant despite having similar human features, conditions and organs except for one that differs them from the Homo sapiens.

Their heart.

It was divided into two. A half animal and a half human. The animal in them was the primal most intricate part of the Iborian. They do not think as much as they act.

Act. Function. Movement. Impulsive power.

This is what they catered to. This is what they believed in. Their own source of power was the red flaming stone of youth hidden deep in the caves of the jungle where only his father and himself knew.

But with the burden of being the next leader, sacrifices are to be made. He were to keep himself available to all advices and listen to their clan's problems from a young age.

He never had time to himself.

He was always to learn and recite the holy book of their tribe every single day. One at the peek of morning and one before the setting of the sun.

Another commandment he was forced to follow and he hated was that Yisrael was bound by a verbal oath to be celibate till he was betrothed.

That was five years ago and he hadn't broken it once.

As a young adult, he had already grown to six feet height and had defiled himself with many of the willing women in his vast tribe. He was highly careful and particular. To prevent an accidental pregnancy, he'd use lint as form of a cervical cap to prevent his semen from entering the womb.

Those days were gone when his father called him to his tent that night. Telling him he had to get ready to be married to Yuh Wahi.

He had met her before. She was smart, intelligent and radiantly shy but she was not his match as a companion. When he recited his doubts to his father, Yuri simply shook his head and said, "This is for the fate of your tribe, not you."

Till this day, he never felt the shaken stir in his loins until he tasted this woman's blood.

"Peculiar."

She wasn't even paying attention. River's eyes zeroed in on her hand and tried to yank it from his grip to stop the blood flow.

However, he simply bent to take some marigold leaves and wrapped it around her wound.

She jerked her palm away, not liking his calm demure. He seemed like he knew he was doing. He was so sure of himself.

Something River hated.

She liked men with weaker minds, weaker wall of resistance. They were easy to tease, allure and play around with.

"Send in your partner."

She enunciated back. "He isn't my partner. He is a friend."

He simply stood, waiting for her to leave. Again, the need to put the man down shone in her.

She wanted to make this man kneel on that damn floor in front of her. His aura and his entourage surrounding him was too well built and almost looked to be indestructible.

With a razor sharp hatred, she twirled back making sure she walked with nice sway of her ass.

Just before she left, she peeked back and smirked winningly when his eyes had been on her rear.

Just as Chris entered the cave, another bulking man followed him in.

Yisrael on seeing Yosemite, his younger brother handed the dagger to him. In Iborian, he whispered low so that Chris couldn't make out. "Dad wants you to watch the man. I will watch the girl."

Instantly, Yisrael insides heated. "No. You watch him. I want the girl."

Yosemite's brow arched. "You know that's bad, right?"

He shrugged in response and looked at the fair younger man. He was too busy observing the flames of The one truly god that had been handed down through generations and generations. It was beacon of their lives.

Once the flames die, they die. It was connected down through the water which was where their fountain of their own elixir power that lay hidden underneath the ground.

They had to be careful with these new comers. Many have tried to steal their power for their own selfish use.

It's why they were hidden so that they could never be found which made the fact so interesting that how did the girl manage to find them?

He moved back into the tent to find River standing center, looking all high and mighty. What a magnificent name...

Yet when their eyes went, she glared and looked away.

Before he could ponder on what that meant, he went to his father. Speaking in their native tongue, he says. "I'm watching the girl. My brother will take the man."

Again that stupid brow lifted. Sometimes, Yisrael wanted to chip off all his father and brother's eyes brows.

He wasn't interested in her even if she was somewhat ...weird in a way that makes a person want to know more.

He had noticed that she wasn't even interested in the dragon flame while her partner seemed to be almost ready to play housewife to it. The fact she wasn't curious about them made him wonder where did her curiosity actually lie.

Snapping at him, Yuri barked. "You know the repercussions."

Yisrael rolled his eyes. He devoted five years to not penetrating a soft tight prime pussy. He knew he could manage this final year.

This was his last year of being celibate and from the beginning of the new year, he would lay with Yul and raise their bairn.

He can make it. His resolve wasn't weak and he was hard to crack.

"Relax father. You know your son."

"I hope I do." The fact he still didn't believe his son could live for a few more months without rutting into a woman was insulting.

"I'll prove it to you. Let me monitor her. Then you'll see."

Yuri glanced at his son and then back to the lush woman standing in the middle of room aloof to the eyes goggling at her.

She could be lethal to his son but this was the perfect test to see his caliber. "Fine. Do it."

Yisrael smirked. "I won't let you down."

As River waited, she noticed how all of them gawked at her. She wasn't self conscious, if anything it thrilled her to be the spectacle of the evening.

But she felt the need to cover herself when she saw Yisrael look at her with that odd interest as if he was seeing an unusual specimen.

When she had felt his tongue dip into her now slowly revived wound, she saw all the dirty things she could do with that tongue like a porny movie screen.

Stupid River loved to think and think about why he looked and how he looked when she should be focused on getting Chris into wanting to get in her pants.

Not this samurai warrior who looked as if he was ready to kill her. Not only kill her, ready to eat her right after that.

When finally Chris was done, they were sent into a new tent made of deer skin and it's insides carpeted with thick fur.

There was no bed but there were lanterns filled with fire enclosed by the glass to light up the place.

"Are we sharing a room together?" The prospect of being alone with Chris was exciting. She just needed to get him turned on enough to leave and her need for a win would subside.

Except Yisrael shook his head, sharply. "Your partner will stay with Yosemite, the man appointed for him."

She didn't bother on correcting him. "Then where will I sleep?"

"In my tent."